Page 88 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

“Yuh know mi ’o do that mon,” he glances back at me. Nickoi walks away.

“Mi never expect say you look like this enuh,” I say and he steps back.

“Yuh never know mi would a ugly so?” he cross his arms.

“No,” I laugh. “True babe call yuh Thomas mi a expect fi see an old man.”

“Oh a Thomas a the surname mon, my name is Ronaldo,” he tells me then his phone rings. “Hello baby what’s up?” he holds up his index to me and walks away. He comes back shortly after. “Wifey can check up pan mi yuh see? Cyaa’ believe me one blessed so,” he laughs. Didn’t even notice his ring.

“Good Good driving wi a go gwan wid enuh Zara,” he smiles looking at the Benz. He’s automatically out of goof mode, now in business mode. “But first mi a go run through the basics with you again.” Mi feel hungry enuh. Yuh nuh just eat muffin and cookies how yuh craven so?

“Give me a second please,” I run into the house. They’re all in the same positions as they were when I called. Dem nuh tired?

I rush inside. Nickoi and Gutta are on the sofa, Gutta still glued to the game, but Nickoi’s eyes snap to me, tense.

I can see it, he’s got that look, like Gina’s memory just hit him.

Junior’s in the kitchen, his back to me, focused on the food he’s cooking.

Rick is by the Touch Screen fridge, scrolling through songs, but he glances up, eyes shifting between Nickoi and I.

They both feel it. Nickoi’s gaze flicks to the door, his whole body tight.

Nickoi returns to his previous state “Wah yuh come for?” he asks. Cya believe mi fighten mi baby. Shut up Zara, my subconscious laughs.

I smile. “Mi just wah sup’m fi eat,” I say and he looks back at the TV, playing his game. “Excuse me,” I bend while holding up my hand as I pass the TV. Gutta nods and Nickoi just looks at me.

“Hey Chefs,” I greet Rick and Junior. Junior is so reserved, he only smiles. “Wah gwan Zara?” Rick beams.

“Just come fi a snack,” I say as I walk over to the pantry. Rick still looks a bit shaken.

“You okay?” I ask before I open the cupboard door. For a few seconds I stare at him. “Mek sure enuh,” I smile taking out a barbecue Pringles from the pantry.

“When yuh come back you get some real food mon,” Rick smiles and I know he’s back to normal now. Good. I move over to Nickoi and peck the side of his lips because I don’t want to block him from his game.

“Bye,” I glide my hand on his shoulder as I walk away. Then I look over my shoulder for a reaction. He has a mischievous smirk. As expected. I smile and join Thomas outside.

NICKOI

“Cya believe say Saturday a the last day mi a see back mi woman, star... and the worst part is, anuh like mi a go see har alive,” Rick says, grabbing our attention.

Jah. Junior was in the middle of telling us about a gang fight from his high school days, but the second he hears Rick, he stops.

Just like that. The man was just laughing with us a second ago—now, silence.

My eyes find Rick. “Wi deh yah fi yuh enuh, just stay strong, bro G,” I reassure him. He looks down, his brows low, lost in thought.

“Mi a try,” he says.

“Mi know it hard, mi bredda, but we tuffa than any obstacle weh come wi way,” Gutta says, and we all nod, even Rick. I take a pull from my weed, letting the smoke settle.

“That’s why mi nuh feel no way say Carlos dead enuh.” They all nod in agreement.

“Not a way mi nuh feel,” Gutta relaxes.

“Swear to yuh,” Junior adds.

Gutta looks at me. “Yuh know wah wi should a do?” he starts, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Every man inna the gang shoulda get a shot or more offa him.” Then Junior chuckles. “Him woulda mash up.”

“Mash up more yuh mean cause a ten shot the G gi him in a him head,” Gutta tells Junior. I chuckle sinisterly.

“A dem kind a death deh bwoy like Carlos fi get and him son soft still enuh,” Gutta adds and we laugh.

“Weh unuh seh easy kill?” Rick laughs too.

“Mi not even get fi see how him look,” I say and they erupt in a contagious laughing fit.

“A so we did a gwan?” Gutta says in between laughter.

“Never a ramp,” Junior chimes in..

“Pass the scissors, bad chargie,” I say to Rick. He hands it over, and I start cutting up the weed. Affi build a next spliff. The amount a weed yuh deh smoke, Nickoi, it cya healthy.

“Wah client just come back to mi mind enuh mi affi go deal with that later,” he says, sounding a little better.

“When last yuh chap thou?” Junior asks me.

“Yuh know mi chap yesterday though in a the mawning,” I say before I smirk.

“Been a while.”

“Welcome back to the game bro we missed you,” Rick says in his uncle Sam accent and we laugh. Man ya a real clown enuh. “Yuh eva’ stop chap?”

“Yuh mad? When mi dead mi will stop,” he says.

“Neva lie,” Junior and Gutta says.

“Fi real bro... Zara neva’ round yuh?” Junior asks me and I shake my head.

“No sah she did downstairs mi did in a the office,” I say. “Yuh know we nuh really affi chap though.”

“Neva lie... mount a money a mek in a the underground,” Junior agrees.

“Mhmm,” Gutta smiles.

Rick smirks with a nod at the sound of money. “Mi know dem way deh man... a long time mi nuh drop a foot enuh.”

“Anuh you one the boss hardly come too,” Gutta says looking at me.

I chuckle. “Yuh know how the badness come dung already man when mi need fi di deh yah go see me.”

“Mi know man. Wah dem say bout the funeral though. All black?” Gutta asks.

“Most likely but yuh know seh mi get the printed shirt dem but mi a seh yow mi bredda dem affi get fi dem before mi go give the family and dem done it yuh know,” Rick says.

“Whoever it done pan, dem deh pan dem own,” Gutta laughs.

Rick chuckles. “When unuh fawud a the dead yard mi mek unuh get dem.”

“Jah know mi neva’ member bout dead yard enuh a Mobay it a keep too?” I ask and they chuckle.

“Dawg weh yuh ever go see funeral keep without dead yard?” Gutta exhales the smoke and coughs.

“Badman a COVID now anything possible,” I say.

“A true that but yah a Mobay it a keep,” Rick retorts before he takes a deep breath. Man a go through it enuh.

Zara have school tomorrow and mi affi carry Ms. Jane go deal with something in a the day. How mi a go mek it fi go Mobay too? It’s possible but it’s a lot. Zara isn’t expecting such a sudden trip either because she already planned for Saturday.

“Cya guh come then cause mi woman have school tomorrow and mi affi accompany Ms. Jane fi Jet autopsy,” I tell them.

“Ohhh sound busy fi true bredda,” Rick sighs.“But nuh seh a word mi just mek yuh get it when mi link mi mother a she have them.”

“Cyaa believe wi lose two friends just so,” Junior shakes his head.

“Swear it cut up,” Rick looks down.

“She go can handle that?” Gutta asks and I shake my head no.

“Mi nuh think so but maybe she can stay outside when dem a dweet and just come look pon him after cas she a bring the clothes too,” I retort.

“Ohh,” Gutta nods. “Watch har though cas a har only son.”

“Yah... unuh a go down from tomorrow?” I ask and they nod.

“Yeah dawg and just book a Hotel,” Gutta retorts.

“Same pree,” Junior adds.

“Mi affi go down from tomorrow yes,” Rick says but he’s distracted by his phone. So basically everybody a go down tomorrow. Rick gets up and walk out to the front after telling us that his helper is here with Aden.

“Mi a go deal wid eh food,” Junior springs up.

“Bredda wah bout yuh house you can stay desso enuh,” Gutta suggests.

“Mi know but a just the way how the thing sudden,” I stretch my legs.

“Mi can mek Scar or one of them man deh bring Ms. Jane enuh and yuh just mek Zara know when she come back cas mi nuh 3 like say yah go lef back and yuh full a enemy dawg,” he has a point.

“Ah. mi will think bout it mon,” I say and Rick walks in with Aden. Everyone greets Aden. He gives them a smile and comes to me.

“Wah gwan G?” I ask him and he just looks at me. I lift him on the sofa beside me. “Yuh good?”

“Yes,” he answers.

“Wah yuh gwan wid today?” I smile down at him.

“Did rude,” he says and I look at the others and they are laughing.

“Man honest enuh,” I laugh. After we got our food we started eating. Aden stayed on Rick’s leg as he tries to feed him. He isn’t eating. Like him a mad Rick.

“Eat up nuh youth,” Rick puts the spoon at his mouth.

“Don’t want it,” he looks away. Jah Jah. It’s been a while since he has been telling Rick that he doesn’t want it. See why mi nuh like Pitney? Aden a mi G still but mi cya stand Pitney.

“Hey bwoy come yer,” I don’t know if it’s my voice but he moves immediately.

“You a how much three?” I ask and he nods. “Yuh affi eat up and get strong so you can get fat girl enuh,” I tell him. He sits down and I put the food in front him and he starts eating and everyone starts laughing.

“Man wah fat girl!”

The door pulls and Zara comes in along with Thomas. “Bredda weh fi mi food deh?”

Junior laughs. “Yuh nuh just a come in man?”

He looks at me. “Yow Nickoi, Zara bad enuh the only problem she have is reversing which is a common issue... and say she a bad gyal and fraid a pass truck,” he teases and she laughs.

“So yuh think she can drive on her own?” I question.

“Yes, but mi will make miself available fi give her more practice, but she good,” he smiles at her.

She sits beside me, taking my fork, and I let her have it. She eats for a while until she gives me back the food. After a bit, Thomas comes out with his food and sits down. While everyone else is eating, Zara plays with Aden.

“Him suppose to a eat enuh,” I say when I notice he isn’t eating. I give him a look. “Yuh nuh wah no fat girl?” I ask him, and he looks up at me, nodding slowly.

Zara laughs. “What?” She looks at me, ready to chastise me.

“A so mi get him fi eat, the man a gyalist already,” I smile. Zara gets her own food after a while, then takes him upstairs with his plate.

ZARA

When I got in the room I put him on the sofa and sit his plate in front him. “Eat up.” He points at me.

“Pretty like my mommy,” he says and my heart softened. Damn...poor baby.

“Awww thank you... you ready to eat now Aden?” I ask him and he nods. After I was done eating I finally got him to eat off his food. I cleaned him up and put him in the middle of the bed, before I put the Tv on Paw Patrol. He starts giggling.

“You like that huh?” I inquire and he smiles. Awww.

“Aden,” I whisper and he looks at me. “Don’t come off the bed.” He bobs his head. “You hear me?” I ask and he nods again. “Mek sure enuh.” I showered quickly and wrap myself in my towel.

I got dressed in a red silk pj that Gavin bought me.

It’s so cute. Mi a go start sleep in silk pjs from now on. I look at all the gift boxes in the room and sigh to myself. All now mi nuh go through the gifts dem enuh, to how mi did enjoy mi birthday in Hawaii.

Yuh figet every other gift eeeh.

Aden is in the middle of the bed where I left him watching Paw Patrol. “Good boy,” I say to him and he smiles.

I call Clova and tell her I took out the long hair she installed while I was in Hawaii, but now I want to put it back in. She decides to give me instructions over Facetime while I install it. We take about 40 minutes. When I’m done it looks so good!

“Ayee, all when yuh nuh deh ‘round, you a genius enuh. Yuh think seh mi coulda mek this look so good offa mi own?” I ask, and she laughs boisterously at my compliment.

“Girl a you do it anyways,” she smiles. Exactly a she dweet.

“Thanks though,” I say and Nickoi enters the room like a thief in the night. He looks at me surprised.

“Yuh do that?” he asks and I face him.

“Soon call you back,” I say and hang up before answering him.

“Yes I did,” I smile and he scans me, impressed maybe because I’m dressed up. Just to go to my bed. He smirks and looks at Aden.

“Him eat off the food?”

“Yeah,” I retort.

Nickoi takes up Aden and he starts crying. “Yuh nuh wah leave... yuh father ready enuh,” Nickoi says to him.

“Want to stay,” he cries, pointing at me.

“Awww, yuh nuh wah Nickoi hold yuh doh?” I tiptoe, barely reaching his cheek, and peck it.

“Carry him down,” he says, and I take him. As soon as I have him in my arms, he stops crying, and I smile goofily at Nickoi.

“A bayyyy,” I stick my tongue out. “A me him like,” I tease before walking out with him .