"And I see that you do! Lani said sincerely. You know for someone who
practically got his ass whopped in front of a bunch of women, had his main bitch
snatched in front of him, and got left out in the rain to soak, you should be a sad
mother fucker! You got some fancy food in your stomach, now all your
problems gone eh? I thought you had more substance than that!"
"What am I supposed to do? Junya said as he sat down perpendicularly
with Lani at the table.
I have tried to be a good man to her. I admit, I lost my
cool at that club, and I paid by getting my ass beat. Now I am this close to
finding her, and she did not even try to find out how I was: she don't give a fuck
about me!"
"Well, that is obvious, because if she did, she would have slapped your
ass as soon as she seen you in a room of strange women. But I think you need to
realize something; it is obvious she is ignoring you for a reason. Why did you
think she left the keys of her car with you? She figured you would go back to
Connecticut or some offee shit like that. She knows you, and she must know that
you can mess up a good thing if you are given the chance. Why do you act up so
much? You know...that guy in the hotel had a point..."
"So who side are you on?"
Junya said with a raised voice. A plate
dropped and one of the other waiters walked up toward the table
.
"You be quiet, or you leave now..."
The waiter said.
"Mind your fucking business! I am paying you money to eat here, right!"
Junya said. He snatched a seasoning shaker off of the table and threw it across
the restaurant.
The pepper shaker hit a wall across the room and shattered. No
one was sitting in the area. The waiter ran to the kitchen and signaled for a man
wearing a suit to come out. Junya got up from the table and walked towards the
back of the restaurant towards the bathroom. The man in the suit walked up to
the table where Lani was, and Lani whispered something to the man, then the
man walked off. Lani got up from the table and hurried to the restroom where
Junya had gone. Lani turned the corner and saw Junya slumped on the floor
with his hands in his face. Lani crouched down to the floor and placed her hand
on his shoulder.
Junya had felt he hit an all time low. It was obvious that Lani had come to
his aid in his need to be consoled, and all he did was fight. Junya had obviously
lost his woman Khevasiah, over some alcohol. He had argued with his good
friend about coming out to New York, when he was busy with his own life. He
had not been home in 2 days, and he had not given a call to his home. He blew a
chance at getting his dream job, and damn near got shot; in the process on 2wo
occasions.
Since Khevasiah took back her truck, Junya was now stranded,
soaked, and looking sloppy. The only thing Junya had now was a pocket full of
money, and a woman who he refused to fuck when he had the chance. Junya
broke down so much as to think a hot plate of food and the ability to spend
money would solve his problems; he earned his last meal at the cost of his self
respect.