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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad

    Drama!! Oh Drama!!

    By Najya Yasirah


    Chapter 7- Arianna Is A Badass



    Antoine put an icepack in his face. “Damn, when did she learn how to hit so hard?” he said to himself.  He sat down on his couch. Once again, his mansion was lonely. He wanted to cry…he knew he messed up. He really messed up. His phone rang. He pushed the ‘speaker’ button. “Who the hell is it?” he asked angrily.  “That’s no way to talk to your best customer, now is it?” said Darlene. Antoine groaned. “I saw that lovely girl, Reyjah last night, she is such a talented woman…I was wondering if the two of you would like to have dinner with me at Giovanni’s? Just to celebrate your engagement?” She sounded so sincere. “Okay, we’ll be there,” he said. “Good, I’ll see you at 7:00,” she said. Antoine hit the button. Darlene hung up her cell phone and laughed wickedly.  “Did it work?” asked Julia coming out of the bathroom. Darlene kissed Julia on the cheek. “Yes, thank you so much, my little minx.”

    “You look very nice, Darlene,” said Antoine. He wore a gun metal gray dinner suit. He did not feel the same without Reyjah being at his side. Good thing she wasn’t performing that night. “Why thank you, darling,” she said. He pulled out her chair for her.  She wore an aqua green, satin slipdress and aquamarine jewelry. Her hair had been set on hot rollers, giving it a bounce.  “Where is Reyjah?” she asked sweetly. “I really wanted to see the both of you.” “Rey..jah..she’s working late,” he said sipping his champagne. “Is something wrong, Antoine?” she pressed touching his hand. “We..she…I…” “Can I get more than pronouns please?” Darlene asked. “We…she gave me back the ring,” he said. “What happened?” She asked.
    As Antoine was telling the story of the breakup, Ms. Holden spied then from the distance. “Oh my… tell me that is not Antoine with that psychotic bitch Darlene!” she said to Arianna. “Let me whup that bitch’s ass..” said Arianna, getting up. “No, wait,” said Ms. Holden. She pulled out her cell phone.

    “What the hell do you want?” asked Reyjah. She had just finished vomiting from all the excitement.  “Reyjah?” “Ms. Holden?” “I’m over here at Giovanni’s with Arianna, we were discussing your wedding; but Antoine is over here with crazy Darlene.” “And?” “And? You’re fiancee’ is having an intimate dinner at a restaurant you frequent and perform at with your worst enemy. And all you can say is ‘and’?” Arianna’s eyes got wide. She took the phone from Ms. Holden’s hand. “Reyjah, what the hell is going on?” “I gave Antoine the ring back.” “Why?” “I can’t trust him, he let some girl kiss him in my salon in front of my face in front of my employees!” “The hell?” “Did you wear on his ass?” “Of course, I did. And he told me that he bought the ring with Darlene’s money and he had also screwed Ms. Holden , who was funding the wedding.” “It’s off?” “Like a topless dancer’s bikini top- that’s what he likes, I found out.”

    “Why is the wedding off ,Antoine?” asked Darlene. As if the bitch didn’t know. “Do you remember, Julia?” asked Antoine. “That cute little Chinese girl with the kitty tongue?” said Darlene. “Uhh, yeah if that’s what you remember,” he said. “I saw her at the Mistress last night, and today when I went to visit my Bell- Reyjah, she kissed me in front of her.” Darlene shook her head before she bit into her tortellini that was drenched in cream sauce and mushrooms.  “She stopped sleeping with me right after we got engaged, and me being who I am…” “You gotta get laid,” Darlene finished. “That’s just the lifestyle you are accustomed to, personally, I think she was trying to trap you.” “What do you mean ‘trap’.” “It’s a game that women play. Men want sex, women want love, she didn’t give you what you needed until she was sure she had you wrapped around those skinny fingers of hers.” “I don’t follow?” “She was holding the poon-tang for ransom…basically.” “She gave me her virginity Darlene.”  “That’s motive, she’s scared she couldn’t get anyone else; you don’t forget your first.” “I forgot mine.” “You don’t count, Antoine.” “She probably wanted you for your money, Antoine, really a hairdresser can’t make that much.”  Au contrarie mon ami.  If she only knew. He thought. “You spoiled her, dresses, jewels, shoes, friends…she’s a no-class bitch from a ghetto in New York, so she couldn’t have got those things with that callous personality of hers.”  “Don’t call her a ‘bitch’, Darlene.”  Darlene looked apologetic. “Sorry,” she said. She sipped her champagne. I won, bitch, she thought. No competition.

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