The Pocketbook

A beautiful woman appeared whilst I daydreamed—amazingly plump, dark, and lovely. She was unnaturally and inhumanly beautiful.

It was a wedding, a wedding I wanted to be in. She was graceful in her movements as she came up to me in a beautiful _____.

Sadorno, my love, I love you with all my soul and will love you to the end of time. Run away with me, love me. Let’s go back home. Kiss me!

I smacked my head against the mirror trying to kiss her and opened my eyes to my ugly, ashy ass. I looked like a fool and my hair was a straightened rat’s nest. My curls would never come back unless I cut my hair. I couldn’t do it now or mama would kill me! My hair was damaged from years of straightening, pulling, straightening, bleaching, and pulling, that shit is never going to revert.

Would cugalo care if I cut that shit off?

I straightened it anyway.

My cugalo was looking for me so we could go to our wedding. I couldn’t let him see my hair, so I put a wrap on. I heard the dumbass clunking in his heels.

“Made, are you ready for our wedding?” Damijo called out. Stupid, irritating dragging ass voice! Can’t stand you! We only met once by accident, and I was hoping I was going to die before meeting you again! A Nene!

I turned to him and tried to look friendly, but I know I glared at his brainless looking ass.

“No, I need to get my headdress and coat on!” I replied. “You are going to curse our wedding being impatient!”

I turned back around but I could see him in the mirror. He straight up rolled his eyes at me and scoffed.

“What do you mean?” He replied aggressively. “It’s not serious. It’s not like you actually love me or want to get married to me. Our dads put us together.”

He was a well-built man from dancing and had nice characteristics on his body from decent genes, but I was straight up grossed out knowing I had to be with him. I didn’t like how my mom was more into him than he was into me.

I ignored him and put lipstick on, but then I felt anxious because he didn’t seem to care for me either and sounded just as irritated with me as I was with him. It gave me doubts about our relationship. I winced.

“Damijo, are you even attracted to me?” I asked. “Do you even love me?”

He audibly gulped and rubbed his neck. His face turned red.

“Do I love you?” He replied. “Well, I’m a bit nervous. I don’t want to mess up anything…you know, it’s really nerve-wrecking to be in a wedding and also officially meeting the person…I don’t even know what you’re thinking…um, yeah, I’m very nervous.”

He sounded very…lowly to me and had a slow draw and a very southern accent. He sounded stupider than Mal to me, not because of his accent because his dad has a similar accent and sounds intelligent and very well spoken, but Damijo sounds like a straight fool on top of his irritating rocking and his irritating voice. Nails on a chalkboard.

And, oh, of course I got put with him, he talks so politically, dodging my question.

“I see,” I said. “Might as well ask, how do you feel about fatherhood?”

He smiled, his eyes looked uncomfortable, but his facial features and body language came off as happy and smug.

“Wouldn’t we have to have sex for that?” He replied smirking.

He did a loud, ugly cackle. Must I hear that every day?! Why me???

“Yes,” I replied sighing. Ugh, I can’t believe I have to do this with him!!!!

He rubbed his chin and tapped his foot, which was the least irritating thing he did. He looked back at me and smiled. He tilted his head to the right as he observed me.

“Are you a virgin?” He asked.

I gasped. I- wha- damn…maybe he’ll call off the wedding if I say the truth.

“No,” I replied, feigning anxiety. “You?”

He rolled his eyes but this time it was smug, he put his hands on his hips.

“If I was, I wouldn’t have been put with you,” he replied. “It should be okay, though. I have experience with women.”

I could see mild fear in his eyes after he said that. Aha!

What?” I replied, “What do you mean ‘I have experience with women?’ Do you have sex with men also?”

He cleared his throat and his eyes widened and laughed uncomfortably. He looked as if he was going to cry.

“I…didn’t say that,” he said nervously and looking around. “I said I had experience.”

I felt my eyes roll and roll so hard that they were rolling back.

“Can’t you just leave?” I fussed. “I’ll deal with you later.”

He responded with a gasp at my response. He turned quickly, but walked slowly to the door, clonking in the damn heels again.

“And Damijo?” I said.

He turned around nervously; I should’ve let him leave, but I’m too petty and childish for that shit.

“Don’t think so hard to respond next time,” I said aggressively and mildly like I was yelling. I did feel bad. “I don’t like your parents, but I really don’t like you. We aren’t friends and we aren’t cool. We just are getting married.”

He seemed to be bewildered and amazed. I could tell I stressed him out because his eyes looked hurt, and his lips quivered. He seriously didn’t do anything wrong and I’m being rude to him. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I just can’t stand him!

“That’s fine by me!” He replied just as aggressively—getting to point of screaming.

I picked up my shoe and threw it at his head. It seemed like I may have hurt him. I really need to stop being angry and violent. He rubbed his head and tossed the shoe back and walked out. I heard him cuss underneath his breath.

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Hihi, I’ve posted a while back with the comic I was making with these characters. This time I’m showing the written part.

Tell me how you feel about the writing! I think I did a decent job on that scene! When I stop being a lazy bone and when the break is finally over, I will be trying to draw this out.