“Why?”
“Because when you call me that shit, you make me sound like I'm my pops.”
“Why don't you wa?—”
“It ain't that deep, Doc. I'm just not my father.” I already knew where the next question was headed. She was the type to focus on one part of the sentence and ask a million questions about that one part. I felt for whatever nigga she was with because he didn't have a chance in hell when it came to an argument.
She threw her head forward. “You said earlier that your mother was back in town? How do you feel about that?”
“Like maybe she should go back to wherever the hell she came from. Plus, it isn't like she came to see me. She went to see my sister.”
She scribbled onto the board again, then looked back up at me. “And that bothers you?”
I shrugged. “I mean, of course it does. Should it not?”
Chapter Sixteen
Surah
With only two hours of sleep I still got my ass up this morning and went on my normal errands. I didn’t have much work to do and I was grateful that everything I needed to do could be done outside of the city. That meant I could stay in the vicinity of the house and not go too far out. It’s crazy how I went from partying on the weekends and any chance I got to working and laying up most of the time. Mari said it was because I was getting good dick. I couldn’targue with that because it was magnificent. It wasn’t only that though. With him it was everything that I couldn’t put into words. That nigga was literally my best friend and my man in one.
“Your name is Surah, right?” a voice on the side of me asked.
When I looked up from my phone I was staring into the face of a bumpy face bitch that I didn’t know from a can of paint.
“Who's asking?”
“You ain’t gotta act tough. We both know yeen like that.” She smirked.
It didn’t take long before I was standing on my feet and smashing this bitch in her face with the fan that I was supposedto have my hand in front of drying my manicure. “Now do you wanna try that again before I swing this motherfucker again and take one of your eyes out?” I was calm as fuck because I had no reason to be out of my body. Yeah, I had been around Namari too much because the gasps andohhsin the background didn’t faze me.
“Requ is my baby daddy. I’m here to tell you to stay away from him beca?—”
“Wait. You just brought your dingy ass in here to tell me something about a nigga who I don’t even have the time of day for? You’re nuts and you just got your face fucked up over that bunk ass nigga?” I laughed.
She went to scurry out, but I stopped her.
“Do me a favor and let that scary ass nigga know that my man is coming to see him too.” I did the same hand thing that he did to me in the mall to her, before putting my hand back on the table for Fan to finish. Yeah, Fan was my normal nail lady and shorty did her shit every time.
By the time I finished my pampering, Namari was calling me.
“I came home and yo’ ass wasn’t here. I gotta go back out in a few hours to take care of some shit.”
“I’m on my way. She just finished my feet.” I got into the car and closed the door behind me.
“Did she get that upper lip too?” he asked with his wanna be funny ass.
“Nah, but I’m sure you’ll do it for me when I get home right? Plus you’re just mad my shit is thicker than yours,” I joked.
“And you’re damn right. They say that shit grows from eating pussy. I know that’s a damn lie because all I do is slurp on yo’ shit.” This man was so freaking nasty, but I was used to it by now. Hell, most of the time I partook in it with him.
“It’s booty, baby. You gotta eat the groceries.”
“Get the fuck outta here with your freak ass.” He was cracking up laughing.
“I’m just saying. You can definitely google it. One of those doctors said it.” I couldn’t keep a straight face because I was also laughing at the bullshit I was spewing. “I ain’t never had my ass ate, but if you wanna try I’ll let you.” At this point I was in stitches and I just knew he was frowned up.
“Clown ass. Hurry up I brought yo’ ghetto mix through too.” Now here he was being thoughtful with his rude ass.
