Santos
“So your mother tells me you have been out corsorsig with different ladies from the church again,” my father blurts out at the dinner table.
My mother looks up, completely horrified about what her husband just said, “I didn’t say that, Jimmy and you know it. I said,” he curls her lips, “I’d seen him leaving the church with one young lady inparticular. I said nothing about different females.”
“I don’t care,” he turns to me, “so, who she is son? Is she another harlot or strumpet like the other so called church-goer girls you have pulled?”
“No, father. She is not. Her name is Azaireyah and she’s bettering herself.”
“Oh, so she’s been in some trouble?” He smirks.
“No, she’s had a rough life due to some issues with family. But, I’ve been helping her get back on track.”
“Yes, like that house you helped her out with,” mother butts in.
“No, I didn’t pay for that. She paid for it.”
“Are you sure, son? She isn’t going to be another Worth Craig, is she?” Father mentions.
“Ugh,” my mother scoffs, “she was horrible, I remember.”
“That girl almost made you go bankrupt and took all your stuff. Son, I want you to be careful with this one.”
“Father, I will. Azaireyah is nothing like that.”
“Well, how about you invite her over for dinner tonight?” Mother offers.
“She can’t.”
“Why not, son?” Father asks.
“She is in Atlanta for a week, visiting family there.”
“I see. I see. Well, whenever she gets back, we would like to meet this young lady.” Mother smiles.
I sigh, “I understand I haven’t been the best with the ladies but I don’t want you guys to make her feel uncomfortable.”
“Son, don’t worry. We promise not to do that,” father squeezes my shoulder.
“Yeah, I don’t believe that,” I leave the kitchen table and go outside for some fresh air.
My father isn’t usually this accepting of the females I talk to. I wonder if he has a secret motive to his madness. Or if he just wants the females to be like mother. Quite, submissive, well-kept.
“Hey, Santos,” a squeaky voice calls out to me.
I roll my eyes at the slender female coming up to me. “Hello, Perla.”
“I haven’t seen you around here much.”
“I do have my own place,” I say to her.
She stands next to me, “Yeah, I remember. I was so upset that day.”
“I was 17 years old, Perla. That was so long ago.”
“I know, but it still makes me sad,” she touches her heart.
“I see.”
“So, what are you doing back here?”
“My parents still live here. I came to spend some time with them.”
“I see. I sometimes have dinner with your mother.”
“Do you?” I arch my brow.
She nods, “she is really sweet and wants the best for you.”
“I know she does.”
“So,” she pauses, “maybe we can go out sometime.”
I turn to her, “What?”
“You know, like, a date.”
“Oh,” I look at the night sky settling in. “I am already kind of seeing someone.” I can only hope she feels the same way about me.
“You are? Like are you serious about her or…?”
“We haven’t talked about commitment just yet. But, it hasn’t been long.”671Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiNgdP85e80
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“Well, you can still date me until you figure out where you two stand with together,” she presses.
“I will think about it.”
I know Perla has been wanting to date me for a long time, but there is something about her that my soul doesn’t mesh with very well. She’s got this sinister presence about her, I don’t like it so I have chosen to stay away from her. Until now, it seems.
I walk to my car and she follows me.
“You know where I will be if you want to set something up,” she smiles.
“I know,” I get in my car and crank it up.
“Bye now.”
I zoom off.
In a way, I feel like that was kind of a set up by my parents. They have always wanted me to be with Perla for some kind of reason. They would never tell me why, though. I never tried to flirt with Perla or ever gave her hope that we would be an item. But, I believe my parents have told her something which got her hopes up. High enough to make her come over here and try to ask me on a date.
I’ll never know. Not that I want to know anyway.
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