It made me more irritated.
I knew that nigga was somewhere, and I needed to know where.
For the next few hours, I checked in with my people, made calls, answered calls, and walked through the house every now and then, checking on their progress.
But by the time them ladies finished, I was impressed. The house looked completely different.
The beds were made, the closets were organized, and the kitchen looked stocked and ready to be cooked in. Pictures were sitting where they belonged.
I walked them to the door, paid everybody, then watched them pull outta the driveway.
I closed the door behind me and stood there looking at what I got done before Islah’s shift was over.
I felt good. Not only was I crossing something off her list, but I knew they would be safer.
I pulled my phone out and sent Islah a message with the address, telling her to come to it when she got off.
A few seconds later, my phone rang with a message from her asking why.
“Just trust me and do what I asked, mamas.”
She didn’t respond.
I went on with the rest of my day, getting some work done, sending some progress pictures to my clients until Islah texted me telling me that she was on the way.
I smiled and sat work to the side.
Knowing it was gonna take her a minute to get to me, I slid out real quick, picked up dinner for the family, and grabbed her some flowers. When I got back home, I set everything up, including the money. Then I went outside with the flowers and my blunt and sat on the steps smoking while waiting for her.
The neighborhood was quiet, peaceful, everything I wanted.
I saw her smiling through the windshield as she was pulling into the driveway, her hands cupping her mouth, trying to hide her smile.
She parked her car, and I stood up as he was getting out.
“LOVE!” she yelled out, laughing.
I smiled. “Come here, mamas.”
She ran over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“This is our house?!” she asked as she pulled back from me.
I nodded.
“You picked it. I told you I would get on it.”
Tears filled her eyes immediately.
I gave her the flowers and took her hand, leading her inside.
She looked all through the house at everything. I explained how I had gotten everything moved and set up in a short amount of time. Every room she walked into, she stopped and stared.
I wasn’t even paying attention to the house anymore. I was watching Islah. Her smile, her getting emotional, watching her fall in love with something she wanted for a long ass time.
When we finally made it back downstairs, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“Thank you.”
