When I texted her later that day, her response was dry as hell. I wasn’t going to trip yet. I called her later that night and her ass sent me straight to voicemail. The next morning, she texted me with some lame excuse that she was asleep. Still, I refrained from tripping over my nut the fuck up.
Now a week later, not only had I tripped, I had completely fallen off the motherfucking cliff. All week her ass had given me short text responses, no voice calls, and claimed to be too busy to spend time with me. Yeah, that wasn’t how I expected to spend the first official week in my new relationship with the woman I was sure would be my forever.
“So, what ya ga do, bubba?” Jordan asked me from his seat at the bar in my restaurant. “Nicole ain’t really say nutin’ too much ’bout it when I asked her if y’all was cool. You know dey be on that one band, one sound shit doe.”
I wiped the bar down and shook my head. “Man, dis girl got me fucked up. It’s cool doe ’cause all she did was activate my nut da fuck up. I cookin’ ha dinner tonight doe.”
Vince took a sip from his beer bottle, then set it back down on the bar. “Oh, so you did talk ta her? That’s what’s up.”
“I ain’t talk ta shit. When she get home from her studio, I’ma be der wit’ dinna on da stove. Fuck you mean?” When Jordan asked me how I was getting into her house to cook dinner, I gawked at him like he had three heads. “Her mama gave me da code ta her house. In return, I sent ha to Jamaica fa da weekend. Her flight left dis morning.”
Both of their heads bucked before they chortled. “Boy, no! Not you sent da girl mama outta town for the door code.”
I joined them in their laughter. “Man, I pulled up on ha and tol’ ha da PG version of what been going on and she was willin’ ta help ya boy out. I asked ha what I ca’ do fa ha in return. She said she ain’t neva been to Jamaica. Well, now she der.”
It was nothing to get her a little weekend trip to Jamaica when you know folks. I called Roy’s lil one who was a travel agent and had her set it up. She texted me an hour ago with a photo attached. She was down there living her best life and hadn’t been there a full day.
“I can’t even be mad ’cause I woulda done da same thing. Lacie tried dat get ghost shit on me one fuckin’ time. She blinked, and da next thang she knew, she didn’t have air conditioning in ha house. Fixing HVAC expensive, so she ain’t had no choice but ta call ya boy for da repairs,” Vince said.
I sucked my teeth. This nigga was wild. “Bubba, you broke the girl AC unit? You don’t think she knew dat shit?”
His shoulders lifted to his ears. “I don’t give a fuck what she knew then. I bet she know now ta not play wit’ me. You gotta let des women know you a nut behind dey ass if they worth dat shit.”
He had a good point. I had no problem being a nut behind a woman that I knew was meant for me. You can’t do that with all women because some damn sure aren’t worth it. Pril Jasmine Blinds was worth all of my nut. I meant that figuratively and literally.
Dinner Is Served. . .
My baby’s last appointment today was at five fifteen. It was going on seven o’clock now, so she should be home soon. I arrived at her house around four to start dinner. I went with a light menu tonight because I didn’t want her ass to fall asleep too fast after she ate. Good food was like melatonin to my baby.
The menu tonight was baked chicken, cabbage, macaroni, and cornbread. My mama made a sweet potato pie too, so I was all set with all of Pril’s favorites. I did a lot more than cooking while I was at her house. I was a domesticated nigga, so I washed a load of laundry, cleaned her air vents, and vacuumed. My baby had tall ceilings, so those vents needed to be cleaned.
I sat on the couch in the living room waiting for my baby to arrive. It was a little after seven when I heard the beep from the front door sound. “Oh, Mama, it smells good in here. You didn’t tell me you were . . . ahhh!”
I stood from my seat and walked over to her. “What’s up, lil one?” I wrapped my arm around her, pulled her into me, then kissed her lips. “How was your day at work?”
Her eyes were slit as she stared at me. “Tafari, why are you in my house? Where is my mama?”
I kissed her lips again, smacked her ass, then stepped around her to walk toward the kitchen. “Mama Meri is in Jamaica. Come on, so we can eat before the food gets cold.”
She didn’t move from her spot. I huffed before I walked back over to her to grab her hand and gently pull her toward the dining room. She didn’t speak as I sat her down in her seat.
Her house was open concept, so she watched every move while I made our plates in the kitchen. Once the plates were made, I brought them to the table and set them in their respective places. I asked her if she wanted to say grace or did she want me to. After a moment of silence, I went ahead and said grace.
I started eating my food. “Bae, you betta eat befo’ ya food get cold. You know you gonna be mad as hell if you gotta warm ’em up.”
It took her a few more seconds before she sighed and picked up her fork. She knew I was right. Before she put the first forkful of cabbage in her mouth she asked a question. “What did you mean my mama is in Jamaica?”
“I came over here earlier dis week ta talk to ya mama about your stubborn ass. She mentioned dat she never been to Jamaica, so I sent her to Jamaica. She left this morning,” I told her.
I heard her mumble, “what the hell” under her breath. We ate in silence for a moment before I heard her fork clink on the plate. “I actually was going to call you. I figured we should probably talk.”
Oh, dis ’bout ta be good.I put my fork down and sat back in my seat. “Oh, you figured we should talk now? I been tryin’ ta talk to you for a week, love. Let me jus’ say, me not bein’ able ta talk ta my woman is a problem for me and society.”
She didn’t realize how fucked up I’d been since the morning she left me in the bed like an unfucked ho. Shit wasn’t cool in the least, but I would give her grace since she was my lil one. We were at the beginning of our relationship, so there was a learning curve.
Pril shifted in her seat. “Yeah, about that. I’m sorry, but I was a little embarrassed about what happened. I know you had certain expectations and I didn’t live up to them.” Her eyes dropped to the table before she continued. “Sometimes sex just hurts.”
I took in what she said. I allowed it to process. Her eyes were still on the table. “Pril, look at me.” I waited until I had her full attention before I continued. “I want dis ta be da last time we have this conversation. Let’s lay all dis shit on da table.
