Page 85 of Beyond The Stars

With pride in her eyes, she lifted her head. “I will follow you to the ends of this universe and the next. I will stand beside you, in front of you, and behind you. What you have done for me… what you have given me, makes me trust you with my life. Qamar, I don’t give a fuck about the world when it comes to you.”

“Then make this shit right, Mama. Make our family whole. I’ll handle the big shit.”

Siasia's video was a heartfelt tapestry woven with moments that captured the essence of Qamar—the man behind the fame and the big family name. The montage began with a gentle fade-in, showing Qamar in his element on the soccer field, the sun shining bright over his determined face, showing off those pretty brown eyes she couldn’t get enough of. Each clip displayed not just his athletic prowess but the joy that radiated from him, a joy that spilled over into every interaction with his kids, their laughter echoing like sweet music as they played in the park and their smiles a mirror of his own.

As the music swelled, the scenes shifted to intimate family gatherings, where Qamar was the anchor, surrounded by loved ones. There were candid shots of him laughing with his siblings, arms thrown around each other in a brotherly embrace, and moments of him deep in conversation with his mother, their bond palpable and full of warmth. Each image was a testament to his roots, a reminder that beneath the accolades and achievements lay a heart that beat for family.

One of her favorite still shots had to be of that damn tattoo on his back. The moon that represented where it all started. When Siasia thought about it, maybe the moon had always been a metaphor for what The Jig felt like for them. The names of all those he loved inked into his brown skin, dipping and gliding over his back muscles, gave her chills.

Then came the quiet moments—still images of Qamar lost in thought during their trip to Alabama, the serene landscape behind him as he gazed into the distance, contemplating life and love. These were the moments that Siasia cherished, capturing the vulnerability that made him human, a stark contrast to the superstar image the world often saw— he was more than that, he was Superman.

With each transition, Siasia's voiceover narrated her love for him, her words flowing like a river, painting a picture of a man who was not just a soccer star but a devoted father, a loyal brother, and a loving partner. “This is my Superman,” she said, her voice filled with pride. “This is Qamar—real, raw, and undeniably extraordinary.”

As the video drew to a close, the screen filled with a collage of their happiest memories together, a vibrant explosion of color and emotion. The final frame read "Beyond the Stars" encapsulating their journey and the infinite love they shared. It was a tribute that resonated deeply, destined to go viral as it unveiled the true Qamar to the world—a man whose heart was as big as his dreams.

She prayed he saw it and felt as grand and as loved as he was. She hoped he didn’t get in his head and feel unworthy because on some real shit, he deserved that plus more.

Closing her laptop, she sighed, content and full.

“Fix, this shit, Mama,” rang in her ears. Siasia knew what she needed to do. The open love letter to him was just the start. It was time she accepted that she was big mama and played her part. It was time she loved him through words and actions like he’d done for her.

With dread, Siasia pulled up to Janay’s house. She’d gotten the address from Malaysia after jokingly sparring with her about why she needed it. Now, as she sat in the parking lot of the cute and quaint townhouses complex that was secured by a fence and a guard who let her in just by her fluttering her lashes, she no longer felt as confident. Still, the visit had to take place. If Qamar had to handle the big shit, then she could manage the small things. The situation with Janay was important but it was small.

From the outside, everything looked nice and clean. Siasia knew the bills were footed by Qamar and after sitting with that reality for a few seconds, she was okay with that. It was how he moved as a man, and she needed to have thick enough skin to understand that as a man with the means to do so, he would never allow his kids’ mothers to live below his means. If it was in his means to make a way, that was what he did. Qamar would foot the bills for his children which meant for their mothers as well.

The weight on her chest started to lift, letting her know she was doing the right thing. Stepping out the car, a light breeze swept across her face, tickling her soul. She told herself it was her mother walking with her, guarding her and covering her in love. Pushing her head up, Siasia walked up the sidewalk with her head held high, ready for anything. Siasia tapped on the neutral-colored door while taking in the cute little flowers that gave the townhouse a touch of girly curb appeal.

“Who is it?” Janay called out, sounding like she was a good distance from the door.

Nervously, Siasia cleared her throat. “Siasia,” she called out, pushing her face closer as if that would make her voice louder.

Janay pulled the door open in shock. “Qamar doesn’t live here.”

“I know,” Siasia said like, duh. “I’m here for you.”

“Okay?” Janay rested her hand on her hip. Her long locs flowed to her round butt. If she wasn’t such a pain in Siasia’s ass, she would’ve told her she was beautiful because she was.

“You ain’t gonna let me in?” Siasia asked, looking behind Janay inside her home.

When the door first opened, the scent of lemon wafted out, making the outside feel like a sunny day even though it was gloomy with a forecast of rain in the next hours.

Kissing her teeth while rolling her eyes, Janay stepped to the side to allow Siasia in.

“Excuse my house. Since I’m a single mother I don’t always have time to clean up.” She twisted her mouth.

Siasia cocked her eyes. “Janay, cut the bullshit. You ain’t a single mother because Belinay’s daddy is very much present.”

“Look around, do you see him anywhere? Newsflash, you’re not gonna,” Janay joked and had it not been about her man, Siasia would’ve laughed.

“Cute.” Siasia crinkled her nose. “Where is Belinay?”

“At daycare.”

“That her daddy pays for?”

Janay faked a laugh. “As he should. She didn’t ask to be here.”

“She ain’t his,” Siasia blurted, cutting straight to the chase, by passing all the bullshit she felt Janay was ready to be on.

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