In Spite of the Bosset Life(16)

“You playing hard to get.”

“Maybe I’m actually just hard to get, Abir,” I said, getting out the car. I slammed the door and went to search for my house key. I walked up the walkway to my front door. Once I got there, Abir was putting his hand over the lock, so I couldn’t open it.

“Abir, move. I don’t want to see nor talk to you.”

“That won’t never happen. You musta forgot who I am. Now listen. I’m not letting you go inside mad like this. You act like I said something. I just wanted to talk but you started blowing up,” said Abir, trying to calm me. Akamai swung open the door right in time.

“Move!” Akamai didn’t play. Abir quickly released my arm. Akamai took my hand and led me into the house. He shut and locked the door right in Abir’s face.

“You okay, Mrs. Jordan?” asked Akamai, looking concerned.

“I’m okay. Thank you Akamai.” I took my heels off, so I wouldn’t wake anyone up.

“He can’t come here no longer. He’s no welcome in here,” said Akamai.

“Akamai, I know you just looking out for me but this is my house. I say who comes and goes.” I never had Abir in Ace’s house anyway but Akamai wasn’t going to tell me how he wasn’t allowed either. I never would disrespect me and Ace’s house like that. Abir was my friend but I knew Abir lusted for me.

“No, Mrs. Jordan. I will kill him. He no longer comes here,” said Akamai, sounding so crazy that I got scared. I didn’t say nothing to that statement of his. I quickly went to Majesty’s room. Momma Dukes was in the rocking chair sound asleep. I woke her up and sent her on her way. Majesty, of course, wasn’t sleep. I picked her up and took her to my room. I needed my little girl tonight.

“What’s wrong ma ma? Mommy, why you crying?” asked Majesty, concerned as she watched me cry and put on my pjs. I didn’t say anything. I turned on Bubble Guppies and climbed in the bed with my baby. “Momma, are you sad?”

“Yes,” I said with tears falling. My baby girl wiped my tears and that made me cry even more. Her little hands were so small and warm. She looked just like Ace to me.

“Why you sad? You miss dada?” I nodded my head yes. No matter how much I tried to get over Ace’s untimely absent, I was still hurting and missing him. Within these three years, I was able to lean on Majesty to keep me together. But it was getting harder. “Dada in the sky, ain’t he ma ma? He flying all the way up there,” said Majesty, reaching up to the ceiling. I taught her at an early age that dada was in the sky and she could always talk to him like that.

“Yepp, dada high in the sky flying,” I said, agreeing with my smoochie angel.

“One day daddy gon come back and we can fly with him.” I held my baby close all night and drifted off to sleep.





Chapter 8



The next morning, Majesty woke up crying. She often did this when I would cry in front of her. I hated it. I affected her so much. I then did what we always did. I took her down to the theatre room and brought the Fendi blanket down as well. I popped in a random disc. It was Ace and I in Dubai getting married. Majesty jumped for joy when she saw her daddy.

“What DaDa say, smoochie angel,” I said, waiting for her to repeat Ace’s vows word for word. We watched these videos so much, she had them down packed. She even had our gestures down.

“Um… um… first dada start cryin cuz… cuz he waz happy to see you,” said Majesty, standing right in front of the large screen. She had to step back some to see the whole projector. I sat in the front row with tears in my eyes.

“Yep baby. Dada was really happy.”

“Dada waz’n sad,” said Majesty, moving around and shaking her head no. She held tight to her stuffed animal and wouldn’t let it go. I watched the clip until it turned off.

“Can we watch another one, ma ma? I wanna watch da one wid… wid dada put cake in yo face,” said Majesty, laughing and pointing at my face. I smiled and did as my daughter requested. I put the disc in and we watched that one too until it turned off.

“One more than it’s time for you to get ready for school. Momma has to go to work,” I said, putting a random disc in. I didn’t care which one I watched. Ace was in all of them and I had no favorite. Just seeing Ace was all I needed.

I needed to get another shipment of hair because I had been slacking. Chanel knew I had a lot going on and didn’t trip. We now just sold the hair once every two months. It was first come, first served. When it sold out, it was out. I didn’t get any more until another two months. I told Chanel about another good connect on hair and we planned to check it out.

“I was in your tummy, mommy?” asked Majesty, pointing to the screen.

“Yep, you was.”

“Mommy, you gotta baby now in your tummy?”

“Nun un Majesty. You tripping. Mommy not pregnant,” I said, picking her up. I let her watch a few more minutes of the baby shower clip before turning it off. “Momma not having any more kids. You are all I need and more.”

“Why?”

“Mrs. Jordan, are you okay?” asked Unni, entering the theatre. The theatre was the place I went to when I was depressed and needed some strength to get through.

“Yes. I’m fine. C’mon Majesty. You have to get ready now.” I got Majesty and I ready and took her to her private preschool. It was the same catholic school Kash and Kori graduated from. It was nice they had classes for all ages. I knew all the teachers and dean of the school already. The preacher who owned the school lived right down the street from us too. I loved the fact Majesty would start school here and graduate. It was an easing feeling.