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breaking me out of my thoughts, “we know it’s just a phase that you’re going through.”
I raised an eyebrow. He was taking this act a little too far.
He said, “When you went off to school, and started writing me, I wanted to support and guide you as your pastor. That’s why I sent you the study guides and the other materials, and that’s why I introduced you to Xavier. I wasn’t being a matchmaker, I just wanted to steer you in the direction of someone who was your own age.”
Our eyes were locked together when I heard, “ Malik!”
Her squeaky voice broke our trance and he stood, then returned to where he ’d been sitting. That surprised me. He was behaving as if she was the one in charge.
When he sat down, she gave me this big ole grin. Like she had just won a prize or somethi ng. Really? Did she not realize that she could never compete with me. Did she not know that she had no chance of winning?
She said, “ Pastor told me about the discussion that you had with Xavier after the services today.”
Shut up! I screamed inside my head. I was really trying hard to be the young woman that my parents raised me to be. But on the other side of being pissed, I was really surprised. Had Xavier really told Malik what I’d said? How much had he told him and how did Malik feel now? I didn’t want to hear his words from the script that he’d prepared for his wife. I wanted to hear the words that were in his heart.
But Sister Stroman kept talking, not giving Malik a chance to say a word. She said, “ And from what Pastor overheard,” she paused and looked at him. When he nodded, she continued, “It seems like you may have another agenda.”
You don ’t get to talk to me about this! I said inside. On the outside, I stayed quiet.
Sister Stroman continued, “ Sister Pink, you’re a young Christian woman who has so much going for her.”
At least she recognized that.
As if they were a tag team, Malik picked it up from there, “I’m flattered, Sister Pink. It’s not often that an old man like me gets noticed anymore.”
The pastor and his wife chuckled, but I didn ’t find anything funny.
Malik said, “ But we came over here today to make sure that you know that I can’t condone nor reciprocate any feelings you may have for me. As a pastor, a husband, and a man of God, I walk my talk. What I preach and what I teach is how I live my life. I will always be true to my Lord and Savior, as well as myself.”
Oh, please! If he were being true, then he would be with me. He would follow God and not be distracted by this mistake of a marriage.
Malik said, “ We just believe that once you get settled back in your life here in D.C., God will bring a wonderful young man to you.”
Yeah, right! If he believed a word he was saying, then why were his eyes continuing to wander and settle on my exposed cleavage?
“ Like my wife said, you’re a wonderful Christian woman who has the love of Christ in her heart...”
Blah, blah, blah. I was so tired of listening to this corny crap. Then, he said, “ And who knows what can happen with you and Minister Xavier? He might be the one.”
I wanted to yawn out loud. Why wouldn ’t Malik just be honest? If he wanted to talk about right, he was the right man. Everything about him was right for me: the right pedigree, the right career, the right money. Even his height and complexion were right. He was the man who was in my dreams when I was a little girl. The man that I’d always imagined that I’d marry one day.
“ Is there anything that you want to say, Sister Pink?” he asked me.
I let my glance lock on his for a moment, then, I looked at his wife. “ No,” I said. “I think the two of you have said enough.”
That victorious smirk was back on her face as Malik and his wife stood. I wanted to tell her to look down between her husband ’s legs. I wanted to ask her which one of us was the reason why he had to keep straightening out his pants?
Past or Malik
I raised an eyebrow. He was taking this act a little too far.
He said, “When you went off to school, and started writing me, I wanted to support and guide you as your pastor. That’s why I sent you the study guides and the other materials, and that’s why I introduced you to Xavier. I wasn’t being a matchmaker, I just wanted to steer you in the direction of someone who was your own age.”
Our eyes were locked together when I heard, “ Malik!”
Her squeaky voice broke our trance and he stood, then returned to where he ’d been sitting. That surprised me. He was behaving as if she was the one in charge.
When he sat down, she gave me this big ole grin. Like she had just won a prize or somethi ng. Really? Did she not realize that she could never compete with me. Did she not know that she had no chance of winning?
She said, “ Pastor told me about the discussion that you had with Xavier after the services today.”
Shut up! I screamed inside my head. I was really trying hard to be the young woman that my parents raised me to be. But on the other side of being pissed, I was really surprised. Had Xavier really told Malik what I’d said? How much had he told him and how did Malik feel now? I didn’t want to hear his words from the script that he’d prepared for his wife. I wanted to hear the words that were in his heart.
But Sister Stroman kept talking, not giving Malik a chance to say a word. She said, “ And from what Pastor overheard,” she paused and looked at him. When he nodded, she continued, “It seems like you may have another agenda.”
You don ’t get to talk to me about this! I said inside. On the outside, I stayed quiet.
Sister Stroman continued, “ Sister Pink, you’re a young Christian woman who has so much going for her.”
At least she recognized that.
As if they were a tag team, Malik picked it up from there, “I’m flattered, Sister Pink. It’s not often that an old man like me gets noticed anymore.”
The pastor and his wife chuckled, but I didn ’t find anything funny.
Malik said, “ But we came over here today to make sure that you know that I can’t condone nor reciprocate any feelings you may have for me. As a pastor, a husband, and a man of God, I walk my talk. What I preach and what I teach is how I live my life. I will always be true to my Lord and Savior, as well as myself.”
Oh, please! If he were being true, then he would be with me. He would follow God and not be distracted by this mistake of a marriage.
Malik said, “ We just believe that once you get settled back in your life here in D.C., God will bring a wonderful young man to you.”
Yeah, right! If he believed a word he was saying, then why were his eyes continuing to wander and settle on my exposed cleavage?
“ Like my wife said, you’re a wonderful Christian woman who has the love of Christ in her heart...”
Blah, blah, blah. I was so tired of listening to this corny crap. Then, he said, “ And who knows what can happen with you and Minister Xavier? He might be the one.”
I wanted to yawn out loud. Why wouldn ’t Malik just be honest? If he wanted to talk about right, he was the right man. Everything about him was right for me: the right pedigree, the right career, the right money. Even his height and complexion were right. He was the man who was in my dreams when I was a little girl. The man that I’d always imagined that I’d marry one day.
“ Is there anything that you want to say, Sister Pink?” he asked me.
I let my glance lock on his for a moment, then, I looked at his wife. “ No,” I said. “I think the two of you have said enough.”
That victorious smirk was back on her face as Malik and his wife stood. I wanted to tell her to look down between her husband ’s legs. I wanted to ask her which one of us was the reason why he had to keep straightening out his pants?
Past or Malik
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