Page 14 of The Millionaire Mortician
Talina was already in motion, strutting across the room in her little denim jumpsuit and white sneakers. “Look at this corner, Daij,” she called out, pointing to a space tucked to the back left. “This could be the salon section with shampoo bowls along the wall, and dryers over here.” She pointed.
No other location had evoked that reaction from us.
I turned in a slow circle, letting it sink in. My pulse was beating wildly with all the thoughts rushing through my head.This ain’t just a dream anymore. This shit is real, I thought to myself, and it was all because of Milan.
That thought pulled me back, like a rewind button pressed in my chest.
A Week Ago...
It was a Tuesday morning when I reached over to feel Milan, but he wasn’t there. As I cracked open my eyes, I saw the sun spilling through the blinds. I reached over to my nightstand to grab my phone and saw it was seven-thirty a.m. Checking my messages, I saw one from Milan.
My Milly: I had to dip early, baby girl. Have a great day.
Me: I just woke up. Have a great day as well, my love.
I responded to my other messages, then somehow ended up on Instagram, scrolling still half-asleep. I nodded off for a quick second until my phone buzzed. I figured it was just some DM notification or a like from somebody I ain’t care about. That wasn’t the case, though. It was a notification from my bank.
Deposit received: $100,000.00
I blinked a few times, sat up straight, and wiped my eyes. I thought maybe my vision was playing tricks on me. After closing out and reopening the Bank of America app, the numbers still didn’t change. One hundred thousand dollars was sitting in my account. My throat closed up as my breath got caught. My hands shook so badly that I almost dropped my phone.
Milan really came through, I thought. That man didn’t just love me in words or in bed. He believed in me enough to fund my dream without asking for anything back. Tears finally started to well up, and before I knew it, my face was wet as hell.
The first thing I did was call my man. On the first ring, he answered on FaceTime.
“You good?” he asked immediately.
I never really bugged him while he was out working. He would usually be the one to hit me with a text or call me first.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I giggled. I saw the tension instantly ease.
“Oh, aight. Wassup?”
“Thank youuu for the money babyyy,” I sang happily with a big ass smile.
I guess my smile was contagious because he showed her perfect white pearls.
“You should know by now I’m a man of my word. Now go do yo’ thing, shorty.”
“I love you, Milan.”
“Love you too, Dai.”
As soon as we hung up on FaceTime, I hit Talina up right away.
She answered on the third ring. “Bihhh, wassup?”
My voice cracked. “Girl... Milan just dropped a hunnid stacks in my account.”
“What?” she screamed so loud I had to yank the phone back from my ear. “A hunnid?”
“Yes, sis! He wired it for me to open my shop.”
Talina squealed again, laughing like she had won, too. “Daij, you lit lit bookie. That man loves you for real. Like, stop playin’. You’re really blessed.”
I was crying and smiling at the same time. “I know! Like, who does that?”
“Only a real one, bih. Period.”
