🌸ڿڰۣ-P̠O̠V̠ P̠a̠t̠r̠i̠c̠e̠

"So this is how it's going to be Patrice?"

The question was quietly spoken but I did not miss the barely suppress self-control in which Maleek stood watching me pack my bags. He had been that way for the past twenty minutes since I came out of the bathroom.

I took a deep breath and let it out as I stop what I was doing and face him. He was now dressed in a pair of light blue distressed jeans, a floral shirt, and a pair of Nike in his hand he held a dark green peek cap which he twirl absentmindedly.

I swallowed as I reach for my make-up bag and zip it. I was not sure how to answer him but I knew I had to say something.

"Am not pregnant so there is no use sti---"

"Patrice mi tell yuh a because yuh pregnant why mi av yuh ere wid mi?" he asked cutting me off. "What really a happen cause mi cudda sure seh this morning wi clear up where mi stand with yuh an what mi want."

Yes but mi cyaah manage the baggage of your marriage's premature end cause fra wat mi ere yuh tell Kronazz yuh still have feelings fi yuh wife.

All this played in my mind but stayed lodged in my throat. I could not bare to have him feel he owed me any obligations because he cared for me.

"Yuh seriously love ramp wid mi nuh tru?"

The question caused me to look at him and I so wanted to lessen the space between us and nestled against him and wrap myself in the security of all he offered but I could not let myself be carried away by my feelings.

"Maleek the last thing mi waah fi duh a play wid yuh feelings," I told him zipping the bag that now held all my belongings. "It's just that Petrona is here and her coming is going to open up a door that has long been closed to me."

He frowned at me and then ask. "Who is Petrona?"

"My mother," I whispered.

"What does your mother have to do with us being together, to do with you coming back to our hotel room an emotional mess?"

"She holds the answer as to why Ms. Murl was so adamant on OD and I not being together."

"A see," he said with a nod and a bitter laugh, "the million-dollar revelation. The one thing you want more than us, more than me."

He moved from where he stood placing the cap he had in his hand on his head. I tried not to take notice that his cornrows were partially undone as numerous times I had pulled on the ends in throes of my passion causing the elastics that held the ends to slip off.

I look away from him as my heart bled with despair when earlier it had pumped with love and happiness.

"Do what you have to Patrice mi naah stand in the way of what you truly want," he said and I had to bite my lips to keep from crying out my despair.

What mi really want is you. I screamed silently. The revelation is just for closure. I want you there with me, I want to leave with the knowledge of why almost nine years Deenie had to live without her father, as well with you as the man by my side. But yuh can't be my man when yuh still love Zindi.

"I don't know how yuh plan to get back to Manchester as obviously yuh lef mi in the dark bou events I think I should be aware of," he said his voice hoarse. "I have no clue as to what we have going on. I thought you have come valued me as much as I do you."

I knew he was implying Odean would be taking me home. I open my mouth to speak, to inform him I had planned to tell him everything when I came back only to hear him speaking of losing out on his love for Zindi, but then I would have to tell him I knew he still love her and I could not have that eventually brew into a storm between us if we continue our affair.

I figure I should just leave it where it was. I wanted all of Maleek but if Zindi still held a piece of his heart his all wasn't mine to have.

"It grieves me to know I won't have you or our child when that was all I wanted and all the ups and down that comes with it," he said and my heart bled some more. "OD is one lucky bastard I hope he knows this."

"I am doing this for Deenie Maleek," I said in a feeble attempt to clear up the mess that never seem to end and lead us permanently to each other.

"I get it, Patrice."

Did he?

"Mi get seh now dat yuh naah breed fi mi yuh have one less boundary between yuh an yuh long lost lover."

"Maleek it's not like that."

"Really Patrice?"

This was my chance to tell him everything and clear up the misunderstanding but I remain quiet. I could not get the words out.

The ringing of my phone interrupted the prolong silience that was building between us and I look to see that it was Petrice.

I reach for it and quickly answered.

"Weh yuh deh?"

"Still at the hotel."

Wi at the villa---

"We who?"

"OD, mi an Petrona"

"Ok mi soon forward"

I hung up before she could say anything more.

"Where are you to meet up?"

I turn to Maleek and my response seems as if it came from miles away when I told him.

"I'll get Ritchie to drop you," he replied taking out his phone.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

He walked from the room and as the door clicked shut behind him I let the tears flow. In the silence of the hotel room, my sobs rock my body as my emotions raged like a tempest.

I barely got myself together when I heard knocking at the door and Ritchie's voice making an inquiry as to if I was ready.

I was slipping my makeup bag into my carryall when I answered.

When I took my belongings and left with Ritchie on the inside I was the very replica of the man who now sat by the private pool lost in the gripping pain of his heart being broken.

On the outside, I look all self-assured in my bodycon dress and flawless makeup as I strutted with what seemed like purpose in my clear strappy ankle buckled four-inch heel slippers.

When this storm that I could have prevented ends and everything is over I hope I could find the strength to live with a broken heart which I know will be harder than putting the pieces together.

How could things change so drastically?

Yuh need a kick inna yuh chest plate a dat yuh want!

Here we go again.

Patrice mi seriously cyaah undastan yuh, why yuh a lef Medz?

I tune out my inner voice but the question asked had me faltering in my steps and for a minute I just stood staring at Ritchie's walking ahead of me his strides purposeful and sure.

It seems everyone had their life in order and knew what they were about. I, on the other hand, was a crumbling mess of emotions. I was so torn up wanting what's best for my daughter. The need to secure a stable environment for her upbringing and well-being had to be my priority.

I had to put her first, her best interest was my motherly duty. It could not be about me.

I willed my feet to continue while in my heart I prayed for Maleek to return from wherever he went and stop me from leaving. I was so use to him fighting for me that it ripped me apart when Ritchie held the door of the car open and I got in and my soap opera moment did not come.

The handsome male lead did not come rushing out to stop his one true love and reinforce the declaration of his devotion and reinforce the desires of his heart.

A single tear rolled down my cheek as the door close after I got in, it made way for others as the car drove away without Medz turning up.

It was probably for the best as what lay ahead might just have pushed us further apart.

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