“Oh, you need to call Amina’s mama first. Her dad isn’t here, so you can’t go through him to get his blessing. You gotta go through her mama. That’s important. If she gives you her blessing, then go in there and get the ring,” he said.
“Aight. Don’t tell ma. Let me be the one to tell her,” I let him know.
“I got you. I won’t say nothing to your mama. I’m proud of you man. Any man can stick his dick in plenty women, with no desire to ever commit. It takes a real man to find him that one woman, and be about her, and only her. I did well. I raised you well. I love you, man,” he told me.
“I love you too pops,” and after that, I hung the phone up.
I quickly went for my sister’s contact. I dialed her, and she answered on the very last ring.
“Gemini, I’m in a meeting with my staff. Is everything okay? Where’s Amina?” she asked, firing off question after question.
“She good. Why every time I call you, you immediately start thinking the worst?” I asked her.
“I only do that when you randomly call me. We spoke already this morning. You’ll usually call again in the evening. Whenever you switch up your routine, that’s when I get nervous. What’s up?” she wanted to know.
Again, out of nervousness, I picked my hand up and scratched my head. I knew Gianna was going to be very overprotective of Amina. She didn’t play when it came to Amina. The two of them loved each other deeply and were both overprotective of each other.
“I know you and Amina are best friends and ya’ll have ya’ll little girl talk. Has she ever told you what her dream wedding ring is?” I asked, and immediately, her ass screamed in my damnear. She was so fuckin loud that I had to move the phone away from my ear.
“Ay man, what you got going on?” I shot.
“Gemini, you’re going to propose to her?” she asked me,
“We’re at the mall. I’m standing outside of Helzberg Diamonds. Amina is on the second floor, getting her nails done. I already called pops. He told me to follow my heart. I gotta call her mama next, just to get her blessing. I’m coming to you because I know she tells you everything, and you know the kind of ring she’ll like. Pops told me not to just pick up anything just because it’s nice, and flashy. Do you know? Has she ever told you?” I asked.
Gianna didn’t answer my questions because I could hear her crying on the other end of the phone. It made all the fuckin sense in the world why her and Amina were best friends. Both were emotional as hell. Amina cries so much that it’s times I have to ask her if her head ever hurts from all the crying that she does. She just had a moment this morning on the truck because we saw a dead dog in the middle of the road. Granted, it was sad, but she carried on like she personally knew the dog.
“Gianna, please bruh. I’m trying to hurry up so I don’t get my ass caught,” I said to her, and through her tears, I could hear her laughing.
“Gemini… I’m sorry. I’m just so happy. My big brother is getting ready to marry my best friend. These are happy tears,” she let me know.
Even though I was pressed for time, and ready to get inside the store to purchase the ring, it did put a smile on my face, hearing my sister tell me that she was happy that it was in my plans to marry Amina.
“Okay. Okay, so yeah I know the kind of ring that Amina wants. We’ve been talking about our wedding rings since we were kids. Amina likes classic rings. Something that’sintentional. Not to bring up her ex, but I remember when Jacob proposed. She was happy, but she told me in confidence that she didn’t like the ring because it was huge. She felt like he got her the opposite of what she’d told him she liked. She just wants a simple, elegant ring. Something that isn’t overly loud, and flashy,” she told me.
“She likes nice things though. I would expect her to want a nice ring,” I stated, and that made Gianna laugh.
“Oh, big brother, the ring definitely has to be nice, She just doesn’t want something big, bulky, and something that she could tell you got because of the price tag. You have good taste Gemini, so I know you’ll choose wisely. Send me pictures and videos of the options,” she went on.
“Aight. Don’t tell her shit. I know ya’ll like to get on the phone with each other, and tell each other everything, but don’t even mention it. I’ll fall out with you,” I threatened, and like I was bullshitting her, she laughed.
“Gemini, duh! That’s common sense! I know not to say anything!” she snapped.
“When we hang the phone up, text me over her mom’s number. I don’t have it. I need to call her right quick,” I said.
“Okay. I’ll do it now. I’m so excited,” she gushed.
I only stayed on the phone with Gianna for a few more seconds. I let her know that I loved her, and that I would sent her pictures and videos of some rings once I was inside the store.
As soon as we hung up, that’s when a text message came in from her. The message was Amina’s mom’s number. I knew Amina’s mom didn’t play that shit. She was the one I was nervous to talk to. What if she tried to shut all this shit down, and told me that I didn’t have her blessing when it came to marrying her daughter?
Feeling like I might have been putting the wrong kinds of thoughts in my head, I went ahead, and dialed the number. Icontinued to post up on the wall, waiting for her to answer. She picked up on the 4thring.
“Hello?” she asked it in a way like she was confused on who was calling her. She didn’t have my number, so that would explain why she answered the phone the way that she did.
“How you doing, Mrs. Sinclair? This is Gemini,” I spoke.
“Gemini, I’m fine. Is everything okay? Where’s Amina?” you could hear the worry in her voice. She sounded exactly how my sister sounded a few minutes ago when I called her.
