Page 20 of This Is Law 2

Chapter Eight

SORAYA ‘YAYA’ CRAWFORD

“Crawford law group. This is Tionna speaking,” Law’s assistant answered the phone.

I called into his office, with the expectation of her answering the phone.

I needed her to answer the phone. I needed her to tell me what he was doing, where he was, so that I could pull up.

I was taking lunch, and because I was still in the groveling process, trying to get my man back, here I was, about to pull a him on him, like he used to do when we were happily married, and he would come down to my office, and surprise me with lunch, so that we could have cute lunch dates.

Don’t get me wrong, I used to pop up at his office as well, but Law was always busier than I was, having to report to different places more often than I did, so I couldn’t always come down as much as I would have wanted to.

“T, what’s up? It’s me, Soraya,” I said, as I was leaving the parking garage at my office building.

“Soraya, girllll! You haven’t called this front desk in over a year. Girl, what’s up?” she asked me, and I chuckled.

I had a pretty good relationship with Law’s assistant, Tionna.

She’s been working for Law for years, and I knew how much he loved, and appreciated all that she would do at the office.

I was never the kind of wife where I was insecure about my man working hand and hand with another woman because just knowing Tionna the way that I did, knowing the way she presented herself, I knew damn well that she didn’t want Law.

She looked at him like a big brother, and I know he saw her as a little sister.

She put her hard work and time into his business, being everything for him, and his company that he needed her to be.

I used to tell her that I know her job wasn’t easy because dealing with Law in any kind of aspect was never easy.

When he loves, and when he knows what someone is capable of doing, he will ride your ass and push you to lengths that he knew you could reach.

Law used to always tell me to go to law school because he felt like I would make a good attorney.

He would tell me that we could work alongside each other, and I would always tell him that we would have divorced if we worked together because back then, I would love Law as a husband, but I knew I would hate him as a colleague.

He was too tough, and that just wouldn’t be good for us.

Tionna could handle it though. If she couldn’t, I just know that she would have quit years ago.

“Girl, I know. I’m taking my break. I’m calling just to see where Sevyn is. Is he in court, meeting, on a call? You know his ass stays on the move,” I responded, and that made her chuckle.

“He does. He’s about to start a meeting right now. They have their Friday round up meeting. He just called me like two minutes ago to let me know he was heading to the conference room. You want me to see if I can connect you with him?” she asked me.

“No. I’m about to pop up over there with lunch. How long do those round up meetings typically take?” I asked her.

“You know Sevyn. They can be quick, and only last like 30 minutes, but if Sevyn starts talking, girl, you know…”

She let that trail off, and I started laughing because I knew what she was trying to say.

“I’m going to say it’ll take about an hour. That gives me more than enough time to gas up my car, put the order in, and pick it up. I should be over there by the time he’s wrapping the meeting up,” I let her know.

“What’s tea? Are ya’ll getting back together?” she asked, and I already knew that question was coming, so I smiled.

“Girl, I’m trying. He said I gotta grovel. I’m groveling, T,” I shared, and she chuckled lowly on the other side of the phone.

“It’s you in your humbling era. Yaya, I love that for you,” she sarcastically said, trying to be funny.

“Girl, tell me about it. My pride, and my ego is out the door. I don’t care what I gotta do to get his ass to come home,” I revealed.

“Okay, well let me help you out a little bit then. He came in earlier this week, talking about wanting some pastries from Rosetta’s bakery . He’s been busy this week, so he couldn’t get them,” she let me know, and I smiled because she just helped me out.

“Thank you, mami. I owe you,” I responded.

“You don’t. Owing me is you, and Sevyn getting back together. Ya’ll love each other to pieces. Me, and everyone else would love to see it get worked out,” she said, and I found myself smiling at that.

We wrapped up our conversation, and I told her I’d be there in a little while.

I quickly went to the gas station because my gas light came on as I was pulling out of the parking garage.

I quickly filled up, and I used the hand sanitizer that was in the cupholder of my car once I got back in.

From there, I went ahead and headed to La Birra Bar, which was a burger spot in Miami that I knew Sevyn loved.

He enjoyed burgers. Burgers and wings were one of his favorite foods.

I wanted the food to be nice and fresh, so I wasn’t going to put the order in until I got there.

I had a lot of time to spare, wanting to take up this whole hour, so I didn’t mind having to order there, and just sit in my car until it was ready.

Both Sevyn and I worked in downtown Miami, and a lot of the good food spots were out here. Once I picked up lunch, I was going to drive to the bakery, so that I could grab his pastries, and I would head to him.

I pulled up to the spot for his burger, and I ordered food for us both.

They told me to give them about twenty minutes, so I went to my car, and I sat inside.

Five minutes into me being in the car, my phone started ringing.

It was my dad calling me. I had so much going on these days that him and I didn’t talk every day like we used to, but we would talk every few days.

He knew about the shit that had gone down with Creed, and just like everyone else had gotten on him about it, my dad had done the same thing.

Seeing his name flash across the screen, it caused me to turn the radio down in the car, and I answered the call, putting it on speaker phone.

“Hola papi,” I answered, with a smile on my face. ( Hi, daddy.)

“Hola, Soraya. Soy Kenia. ?Cómo estás?” a soft, feminine voice came over on the other side of the phone. ( Hi Soraya. This is Kenia. How are you?)

I rolled my eyes at the sound of her voice.

I was just on my mama’s side when it came to this situation, and that’s why I couldn’t bring myself to ever like Kenia.

She was my dad’s girlfriend. Well, she said that she was his girlfriend, but when my dad got around my sister, and I, he would downplay it and just say that she was his friend.

My mom found out about Kenia when me, and Shai were in the 5 th grade.

One of my dad’s cousins from the D.R. called my mom, and she told her about it.

My dad’s side of the family loved my mom, especially his female cousins.

My dad had been sneaking around with Kenia, but he still ended up getting caught by one of his cousins.

When my mom found out, she immediately left his ass alone.

I understood why she did it though. They had already been through so much.

With him getting in trouble, getting deported, my mom’s career getting put on the line because she’d gotten in the mix of his lies, and her holding him down while he was locked up in the D.R.

When he was released, their relationship was long distance, and we would only go visit him when we would have breaks from school.

He wasn’t allowed to legally come back to the U.S.

, so the only way my parents would see each other is if she flew to him.

She was down with doing it though, but when she found out about Kenia, my mom snapped and broke up with him.

Till this day, Kenia will swear that she never knew that my dad and my mom were together.

She knew about my dad having kids though.

According to Kenia, her and my dad had history.

They both were born, and raised in the D.R.

, so that’s how they met. She said that when she found out he was locked up, that’s when she started writing him, so according to her timeline, she was messing with him at the same time that he was with my mom.

The betrayal was the reason why my mom left and didn’t want anything else to do with him.

“?Dónde está mi papá? ?Qué le pasa?” I got right to the point, wanting to find out why she was calling me from his phone. ( Where is my dad. What’s going on with him?)

When I asked that question, she sighed.

“Se va a enfadar mucho porque te llamé. La semana pasada discutió con unos hombres en el trabajo. Lo estaban esperando al día siguiente y lo atacaron. Tiene costillas rotas y muchos moretones. Apenas puede respirar, pero se niega a ir al medico,” she explained to me.

( He is going to be so angry that I called you.

He got into it with some men at work last week.

They were waiting for him the next day, and they jumped him.

He has broken ribs, and a lot of bruises.

He can hardly breathe but refuses to go to a doctor.)