𝘗𝘖𝘝 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘡 ꕥ

I was not looking forward to Simone's funeral. I pretty much wasn't looking forward to anything from the moment Patrice left out of my life.

I found solace in being with my daughter and spending my time working. I would have rather stayed coop up in the studio as I have been doing for the past weeks but as Kronazz said.

"Yuh affi face e music Medz no use a try tune it out."

Well, he can talk he has his woman right where he wants her and is even getting ready to ring the wedding bells. I on the other hand have nothing but sad notes playing for me.

If only he knew that when you are happy, you enjoy the music. But, when you are sad, you understand the lyrics.

I sighed as I parked the car a few feet from the church's entrance. The churchyard was already bustling with people and the hearse had already arrived. I wonder if she is here already too. I took a deep breath and turn to my daughter who was playing some game on her tablet.

"Hey, honey we're here now so you got to put the tablet away."

Eyes like her mother's stared back at me and I thought back to the argument a few nights back with Zindi when she brought our daughter to my mother's where I had come to visit for an impromptu stayover.

Zindi was far from over my serving her the divorce papers and from my understanding, Keith was adding fuel to the fire and much to my budding annoyance she was ready to make it blaze.

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My mother had taken Kelice to the kitchen to have a snack with her grandfather and had returned to talk to an irate Zindi who much to my bewilderment was hell-bent on rekindling what we had lost. I for the love of me can't fathom why she can't get it that we are over and done with.

She referred to it as our changing course and giving our daughter the life she deserves with her mother and father.

I had stood there staring at her my mind reeling with all the differences between her and Patrice. (I found myself comparing everyone to her) I knew it was rather shallow of me to be doing this but being away from the woman I love heart, body, and soul only intensified my longing and need to have and be with her.

It was lost on me why Zindi after all this time suddenly see it fit to want to fit together the family she had not tried to salvage from the pieces that had long been shattered.

How many times in the past had she had the opportunity to try but found it fit to be cooped up with some new lover or in some foreign country pursuing her other real love; being a disc jock.

A few nights ago her Instagram page and the Facebook story had been flooded with videos and pictures of her escapades. The bitch had tagged me thinking I would come running, little did she know I opted out of the event so as not to be in the same place as her.

My eyes traveled from her bronze pixie cut hairstyle down to her gold sling-back peep toe shoes everything in between was lost to me. I was that over her.

"Mal baby don't do this, we can work things out," she was saying and I had to pull myself from my rooted dislike of her to pay her meager attention.

It seem she was in deeper denial than I thought. Could she be any more ignorant of how I feel about her?

Why the hell would I want anything to do with the woman who ran into another man's arms without giving me the chance to right my wrongs?

I had closed my eyes trying to block out the image of her being fucked senseless on our marital bed by a man that was not me when my mother had spoken.

"Zindi what you need is to get the hell out of my son's life and you can start by signing the divorce papers."

Zindi had turned heated eyes to my mother who had returned and practically snapped.

"Our daughter needs her parents and---"

"What she needs is for you to grow the hell up and be her mother. That child does not need your selfishness marring her life any longer."

Eyes clash as tempers flared.

"Your devotion does not lay with Maleek, it lays with you getting your way but I doubt you want to play this game Zindi cause I swear I will make your life a living hell."

Maleek---

"Please Zindi enuff," I said putting up my hands to silence her as she turn her attention to me. "If mi did want fi mek it up mi wouldn't a get a divorce."

"It's that bitch that causing this, yuh mek she turn yuh mind from yuh wife!"

I gave a humorless laugh as I stared at her. "Leave her out of this, whatever happen between us is both our fault but you dragged it to a bitter end all because yuh value only yuh sef. Yuh nuh care bou yuh daughter she is jus a pawn fi yuh use."

"Zindi I suggest you leave and don't try to make this any harder on yourself."

My mother's voice rang hard and serious in the quiet of the living room as she spoke.

"You have until the ending of the week or we are taking this to court. Your choice," I had told her my voice twice as hard.

"Maleek please," she had begged.

"Zindi you have a choice choose wisely," I spoke just as hard.

I had watched her standing there her face displaying a thousand emotions that finally end with her looking defeated.

"Let me say goodbye to Kelice", she said walking to the kitchen.

I had found myself saying this was too easy, I could not allow myself to trust Zindi but four days ago I officially became a divorced man. She had signed the papers and this upcoming Monday we would be sorting out Kelice's custody legally.

"Daddy? daddy?"

Kelice's voice piercing into my thoughts brought me back to the present with its urgency.

"Yes, baby?"

"I want to pee-pee daddy."

It was times like this that I wish I had Nikki in my corner she would have handled this with the care and attention it needed, but after a heated phone call in which she had called me all types of fool and then promptly blocked me because I broke up with Patrice, I was left hanging.

Who was I to blame her for all the things she had said? The realness of it had lessened the sting and she had driven home a few truths.

I had given up on the fight the one time I should have remained in the ring. I had opted out because I thought all my fighting to have Patrice was over when it was far from it.

I was in a position where I should have been fighting to keep her, instead I let her walk away when all I should have done was stayed my ground and let her know what I truly needed.

Fucking coolie fool and pussy ass fool as Nikki had called me as she ranted were just too nice to describe my cowardice.

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐨.

"Yuh finally get Peggy n yuh mek she slip out a yuh han jus suh Medz, mi lose afta yuh," she had said sadly. "Yuh neva yet mek nothing stop yuh fra accomplish what yuh want n watch yah now yuh deh one side an Patrice deh d next."

I had said nothing.

"Call her Medz you'll be surprised to know yuh nuh lose ar to OD."

It had been the mention of that name that had pushed me to close myself from it all. He had her from the very beginning, as for me I was just a moment in time.

Silence had filled the line between us until she said.

"Yuh ere weh mi seh?"

Silence.

"Yuh pussy ass fool. Yuh jus a guh tan deh an nuh find out why Peggy meet ar madda?"

"If she wanted me to know she use up mi digits a nuh mi tell ar fi lef."

Yuh fucking coolie fool mek e move an tap galang lakka so pussy! Tap draw yuh own conclusion."

She had without a moment of hesitation ended the call leaving me sitting there thinking of all the times my phone rang and I rushed to see if it was her even though she has an assigned ring tone indicating nothing but disappointment.

"Daddy I must go now."

"Ok well let's find a restroom," I told her reaching over to unbuckle her seat belt.

What I ended up finding when I took Kelice from the car and made our way to the church with the need to find a bathroom had me further deflating.

It was a good fucking thing I had not listened to Nikki because pussy ass fool was the last damn thing I wanted to be.

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