Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Guest Fiction Series: On The Other Side, Part 7

The next morning, Martin woke up and went to work as usual. The kids were already out of the house and I needed a day to myself. I had no idea how I was going to get out of this date with Ahmad. I didn’t want to stand him up. I had already agreed to go and I was typically a woman of my word. But I knew that I couldn’t do anything to upset Martin again. He was in a good place and there was no way that I was going to ruin that. Maybe something would come to me later.

I went to a nearby spa and get the complete package. I wanted to feel better. I needed to feel better. I knew that if I could take my mind off my reality, then the next few days would be less stressful. I could think with a clear head.

I knew that since I didn’t schedule an appointment that I would be waiting forever to see someone. Maybe I could get a pedicure while I was waiting for a massage therapist to become available. I learned that therapy was something that I would require a lot of and there was nothing better than getting a massage. Sometimes I just needed to sit in silence. I definitely didn’t feel like talking to Dr. Ashbury today. So, if it were therapy that the doctor ordered, massage therapy would have to do.

After spending nearly four hours at the spa, I was renewed, rejuvenated, and relaxed. I almost sounded like a commercial. But it was beautiful. I ordered take-out and poured myself a glass of wine. I had been craving a steak for a while, so for lunch I decided on Houston’s. They had awesome food and I wouldn’t have to fire up my own grill. I put on my Miriam Makeba record while I lit my frankincense and myrrh incense. I sat down on the couch to eat. Before I got a chance to flip the record over, I had fallen asleep. Stress always caused me to dream, and I guess I was stressed that day.

“Kamaria, come here!”


“Where have you been?”

“Out with friends, you told me I could go out, remember?”

“I didn’t tell you that you could stay out this late. So where were you?”

“We went to the movies.”

“If I find out that you were with some boy, I promise, this will be the last time you see the light of day.”

“I promise mom. I wasn’t.”

They say that mothers know everything. I guess this time wasn’t much different. I spent the next fifteen minutes waiting on the test results. One line meant I was fine. Two lines meant I would probably be dead soon. There was no way I could tell my mom. I didn’t know what to do. While I waited, I walked to the kitchen to get something to drink. All of a sudden, I had dry mouth. It had to be my nerves. As I walked to the bathroom, I nearly fainted, because there was mom sitting on the toilet holding the pregnancy test in her hand.

“Kamaria, all I ever asked of you, was that you tell me the truth. You’ve been lying to me all this time. How could you?”

“Mom, I can explain.”

“What are you going to explain, the fact that you’ve obviously been sleeping with some nappy-headed little boy, or the fact that you think I’m stupid enough to believe whatever lie you’ve thought up in that big pretty head of yours?”

“I can explain all of it.”

“Save it for your father. You’re going to have this baby and I don’t want to hear you crying about it either.”

“Wait, it’s positive? Sh*t”

“Just because you’re pregnant, doesn’t give you the right to cuss in front of me. I know you’ve lost your mind now.”

“I’m sorry mom.”

“Don’t be sorry, you should’ve been careful.”

The next few hours were horrible. I heard the front door open and I knew that dad was home. I knew that he would have my side. I just knew it.

“John, you’ll never guess what your little Kamaria has gotten herself into now, or better yet, what’s gotten into her.”

“Janice, what is it? It’s been a long enough day already. I just want to lie down.”

“You can lie down, alright. You might even pass out. Your little Kamaria is pregnant.”

“What do you mean she’s pregnant?”

“You know, she’s with child, knocked up, carrying. Do you need anything else to help you comprehend this situation?”

“Kamaria, is this true?”

“Well I never looked at the test after mom looked at it, but I’m sure if she says I am, then it must be true.”

“No need to get smart about it now, Kamaria. How? Why? Who?”

“I don’t know. All the other girls are doing it. His name is Shawn.”
“Does Shawn know?”

“No, I only just found out.”

“Well don’t you think you should let him know?”

“I will, soon. I promise.”

Just when my dream started to get emotional, I woke up at the sound of my phone ringing.

It was Ahmad.

“Hi beautiful. How are you?”

“I'm okay.”

“Were you asleep? I didn’t mean to wake you. But it is 2:30 in the afternoon.”

“I was just taking a nap. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check on you and make sure that we were still on for Friday.”

“About that, I had been meaning to call you. I’m not sure that I’ll be able to go with you. Can I get a rain-check?”

“Well what’s wrong with Friday?”

“Honestly, my husband invited me out to dinner Friday. We haven’t really been on the up and up lately. I’d rather just go and reschedule our outing, if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s fine. Just let me know the date and time.”

“Will do.”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Nothing. Waiting on the kids to get home, but that’s about it.”

“Want to meet me at Cold Stone for some ice cream?”

“I can do that. I have to be back before it gets too late. I don’t want to leave the kids home alone for too long.”

“Okay, so would 3 o’clock be fine?”


I left a note by the front door for the kids to warm up some T.V. dinners and I would be home shortly. The last thing I needed was for them to worry about me.

When I got to Cold Stone, I noticed a car that looked similar to Martin’s. But Martin was at work. Plus he’s not the only person in the city that drives a Lexus. I was sure that it wasn’t Martin. Walking inside, Ahmad was sitting in the corner of the restaurant. He was looking down at his phone. I walked over to speak.

“Hello sir.”

“Mademoiselle, have a seat. Would you like to place an order? I wanted to wait until you got here.”

“That’s fine.”

As we stood, he walked up to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“I’ve been waiting to do this since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

He kissed me. It wasn’t just a peck. He kissed me as if his life depended on it. Suddenly the room seemed empty and my head felt a little lighter than usual.

“Ahmad, we’re in public.”

“I know, and that’s okay. Your husband isn’t here.”

I couldn’t say much else. But I know that my legs started to feel weaker.

Maybe I’ll just let him order for me. Yea, he seems to be good at making plans and taking the lead. Let’s see if he can get this right.”

“I think I’ll be safer here. Can you order something for me? I’m not picky.”

“Sure babe.”

He’s already calling me babe. This can’t be a good thing. But that kiss was phenomenal. Maybe it’s just a term of endearment. It’s fine.

While Ahmad was getting our order, my phone dinged twice. They were text messages from Martin.

“Kamaria, where are you? The kids are here, but you aren’t. You better not be out with another guy.”

Why is he even home this early? It never fails. Maybe this is a sign. One thing is for sure. I’m finishing my ice cream first. The kids are fine.

I sent him a text and told him that I was at the grocery store and I would be back shortly.

So now, I have to go find something to buy at the grocery store.

Ahmad came back to the table.

“After we finish the ice cream, mind coming with me to the place we first met? I need to pick up a few things.”

“Sure, it wouldn’t happen to be oranges would it?”

“It just may be.” 


Verina Wherry is a writer, poet, and aspiring author who spends her free time listening to music, shopping for incense, and watching Criminal Minds reruns.

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