Dirty Laundry

06: Sunday Dates

     Kimmy in MM

Dirty Laundry’s Chapter Six

“Yeah, she’s perfect.”—Andre 

-Kimberly Mantez

                Sunday is finally here and the week is starting all over again. Malik, MJ, and I will be attending his family’s Sunday Dinner. Ms. Elaine actually cooks a glorious meal every Sunday. We just don’t go every week. If Malik says he wants to go, we’ll go. But, if not, we’ll order take out or I’ll cook.

                For the moment, Malik is not in his usually monsterious ways. Instead, he’s being my gentle giant. He’s been affectionate towards me, we’ve even made love every night since he got back from San Juan. I smiled at the thought of Malik going back to being his old self, but I know this won’t last. It hasn’t been proven and he hasn’t been diagnosed with anything, but I do truly believe Malik is bipolar. One day he’s my Malik—sweet, caring, gentle, loving, husband material—and the next he’s Adolf Hitler—controlling, abusive, manipulative, and malicious. But, at the end of the day, he’s really all I got.

                Andre has been one of the only positive things to happen to me this week. We’ve been texting for the last couple of days and so far I’ve learned a bit about him. One, he’s a mama’s boy, two, he loves to cook—which is shocking, being he is a professional basketball player—and three, he has a crazy obsession with shoes—he and Malik have that in common. Andre always finds a way to cheer me up and him always there at the right moment. Even though, it has only been a couple of days, I feel like I’ve known him for years. We can talk for hours about nothing. We have so much in common it’s freaky. I just wish I would’ve met him before I met Malik.

                I finally agreed to meet up with him. He asked me to meet him at the beach. It’s quiet and small and people hardly go there. That way, paparazzi won’t be able to photograph us, and Malik or the press won’t get hold of anything. Sunday dinner is at eight, so if I can get out of the house by nine AM, I’ll be back in time. I just have to think of something to tell Malik.

I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a plush, white towel. After drying off, I dressed in sweats, flip flops, and a thin hoodie. I made my way to Malik’s office to tell him I was leaving. I knocked twice before listening for him to tell me to enter.

“Morning babe, I’ve got some last minute shopping to do. You mind if MJ stay here with you?”

Malik rose from his computer chair and walked over to where I was standing.

“What you shopping for Kimmy?” he asked, eyeing me.

I searched my brain for a lie, thinking on my toes, “some gifts for your mother and Mali. I haven’t seen them in a while, so I thought I’d be generous,” I smiled, sweetly.

He bent down to place a kiss on my lips nodding, “Don’t be letting no niggas look at what’s mine either,” he grabbed my ass through my sweats, pulling my petite body into his.

“I won’t babe,” I nodded.

“Be back by four though, I want some before we go to the dinner,” he smirked, slapping my ass and sending me on my way.

Hitler is back…