Page 52 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
I raised my brow, “Do you?”
“Yes, it’s sexy.”
“I like it when you do too.”
She froze as her breathing picked up. “Like oute alofa ia te oe,” she said, like she was fluent.
“Is that how you feel?” I asked her.
She smiled. “I said it didn’t, I?”
“Oute alofa fo’i ia oe.”
She laughed. “Wait, you added something in there.”
I kissed her lips. “I said I love you too, and I do, Sukalati. I love you.”
I stroked her back as we lay talking. I thought today would be the perfect time to do the things I wanted for her, but with the shit that happened with her brother, I decided to hold off. Both our phones vibrated simultaneously. She leaned one way to grab her phone, and I leaned the other way to grab mine.
“Shit. I need to go give my mother the rental back. She wants to hang out before she leaves.”
“Chevy is calling a meet-up. I swear that nigga timing be off, fuck.”
I could hear her laugh. “You’re a Zoo boy now. Chevy is tough, but that’s one nigga I know that’s going to have your back no matter what. Go, we will meet back here later, and maybe I can get another taste of that island dick,” she said as she got out of bed. “Yo daddy knew what he was doing. Goddamn.” She laughed as she entered the bathroom.
Lakia laughed as if she were okay, but I knew she was probably crying in the shower. Linking with the guys was a good idea. It was time for Foe and me to have that talk, not only for me but also for my wife.
“Girl, turn right!” My mom yelled as she glanced at her phone's GPS.
I made a quick right onto the street. I slowed down as I drove up the block, squinting my eyes to find the place my mother wanted to go to. “Right there!” she pointed.
I pulled up in the parking lot next to the rundown-looking building. “What is this place?” I asked.
She looked at her phone, then back at me with her cheap blue lipstick on. “They said it’s a hole in the wall, and I want to find out since it’s my last night here. Let’s have some fun,” she smiled as the blue lipstick from her lips transferred to her teeth.
The Bottom Line. I mouthed as I read the half-lit sign. The place looked like it was at its bottom line. As I got out of the car, I spotted two motorcycles pulling up alongside me, followed by a car. When I saw the blonde hair hanging from the helmet, I already knew who it was. She pulled the helmet off and smiled. “Hey, Ms. Denna,” Harvey said.
My mother waved wildly, “Hey, Harve!”
I turned to her. “You don’t have to yell.”
My mother pulled at her orange lace top, which was stretched to its maximum. Her extra titty meat hung over, and the patent leather shorts she wore seemed a little too small. She wore a short, curly blue wig with no part, but somehow she managed to create her own. I felt second-hand embarrassment by the way she was dressed, but this was my mother’s personality, and I knew even if I said something, it wouldn’t change.
Harvey didn’t bother to say anything, as she had already spoken to Sasha before walking over to my mother. That’s when I saw Zaria, Rayana, and Navi get out of the car. “What the hell?” I muttered.
Zaria stopped in front of me. “Consider this girls’ night. Let’s have some fun,” she squealed.
Zaria strutted by with a long black skirt on, and a sheer crop top with an orange bra. Her waist beads set perfectly around her waist. All the girls looked good tonight. It made me feel like everyone knew we were coming here but me. “Hey, Lakia,” Yana said with her orange tube top and distressed wide-leg jeans resting on her hips. Neither of the two looked like they had kids.
Navi and Sasha looped their arms in mine as they wore simple, tight black dresses. “Come on, girl,” Sasha giggled.
We were stopped at the door because the security wouldn’t let anyone in who wasn’t thirty-five and up. However, my mother said something to him, and he let us in. The atmosphere felt old. They say thirty-five and up, but it seemed like fifty and up. The men and women were dressed in their own versions of urban clothing. The music that boomed through the club was the same shit I listened to growing up, until the DJ hit a mix and a more up-tempo song began to play. My mother tossed her hand in the air and strutted further inside.
Zaria followed behind her while she swayed her body. The old men turned their heads to watch her as their lustful eyes werehungry for new young eye candy. Harvey took Zaria’s hand as her body moved along with her.
“Get it, Zari!” I heard Yana yell while laughing.
Navi moved past me and slow-rolled her hips until she reached her sister. My mother held a cigarette in one hand and moved side to side with the girls, laughing with her mouth wide open. “Ou! Aye!” my mother said.
