Her Redemption || Re-upload

70 • Visting •

Man mek sure buy a desktop and bolt it to the table so him cah fing dat weh.

"How yuh know that," again curiosity provoked me in asking what the sickness was but I kept it to my self.

Must can figure it out based on the details given.

"Cause a dat she say and mi see har mother give har."

"Yuh look up whatever case she have yuh self? That no mek no sense cause there is no sickness weh a person can feed pan two specific thing, substitutes haffi deh there."

Him hand scratched the back of his neck and he avoided my stare, an answer was not required his actions confirmed it.

Dah man yah...

"So yuh never research nothing, yuh just ago offa weh she and har mother say? Not even fi bring har go doctor fi get a second opinion."

My annoyance and disappointment grew and suddenly my anger, Kimberly was a great girl and Travon keeps fucking it up.

I needed to touch base with her, have a real conversation about what's up.

Even if she was not going to tell me whats happening I could do a mental assessment and give this idiot pointers.

If only yuh did a do that wid your own relationship.

Simone a crawsis, left dat at that.

"Mah cut inno, ago mek a one link." I gathered my gadgets in my crossbag and headed for the door.

"Aye do yuh thing."

The door swang open and I stood still, noticing my unmoved stance Travon walked up to see what rendered me still.

In the flesh before us was the older version of Trav dressed in jeans and a t-shirt head covered with a baseball cap.

"Man dem look frighten, that's how unno greet unno fada?"

Travis opened his arms as if he was expecting hugs from his grown sons who he abandoned mostly to go play house with his secretary.

"Travis," Mac moved beside me mirroring posture with his hands tucked in his pocket.

"Dad doesn't work anymore?" he questioned pushing passed us into our office space.

Who dah man yah?

Look like dah likkle talk wid Kim haffi put off fi right now.

"Anno dad deh pan yuh birth paper, to what do we owe this sudden visit?" my bag was now on the sofa again and I sat facing the cockroach of a father Trav and I shared.

"So mi just cah fly dung fi look fi mi big son dem, check up pan dem business wise."

His statement confused me as Travon and I built all our Jamaican businesses from scratch, he does not need check as they have no affiliation to him and his empire.

Ole man have other motives. Mi feel it!

"Yuh never normally check so what's this really about?" Trav seems to have caught on to my brain wave and voiced my thoughts.

I studied his body language waiting for him to do his signature smirk or as Donna call it 'him liaad grin.'

That never came however he poured him self a glass and took a seat on the nearby chair.

"Mi a get old and in the past mi never really check fi unno as should, just wah spend likkle time wid mi family," he sipped the brown liquor looking between my brother and I.

Family...

Man yah funny...

I observed his attire, casual wear something I haven't seen him in over a few years, always a three piece suit.