"Abdulai... Mansaray. You wanna know my social security number next?"
Shay giggled. "No!"
"What does it mean?" Shay asked.
"My name?"
"Yeah." Shay replied.
"It means 'slave of Allah'. And that is what I am. My mother named me after her father. So I'm going to name one of my daughters after her." Abdul said.
"I thought you don't like her?"
"I don't! Because of the pain she caused my father. But at the end of the day, that's still my mother and I love her dearly." Abdul said.
"What's her name?"
"Lamarana." Abdul said.
"Aww that's a pretty name. Is that what you're gonna name your daughter?" Shay asked.
"Yeah. 'Our daughter.'" Abdul corrected her.
"Awww..."
"But what if you have a son? What's his name gon' be?" Shay asked.
"Julaybib." Abdul said.
"Eww that's a ugly name." Shay twisted her face and said.
"I'll smack the shit out you! Julaybib was an honorable companion of The Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alayhi Wa Sallam." Abdul said.
"Is he your favorite?"
"Yes."
"I thought Muhammad was your favorite?" Asked Shay.
"Sallahu Alayhi Wa Sallam... Whenever you say his name be sure to say that afterwards." Abdul said.
"Okay." Replied Shay.
"And he is my favorite you dumb dckhead. Julaybib was not a Prophet. He was a Sahabi of Muhammad Sallallahu Alayhi Wa Sallam." Abdul said.
"What's a 'Sahabi'"? Asked Shay.
"Companion. One who met Muhammad Sallallahu Alayhi Wa Sallam whilst he was alive, believed in him, and died as a Muslim. Julaybib was amongst that category. He died as a Shaheed, or martyr." Abdul said.
"He died?" Asked Shay.
"Yes. In one of the battles." Abdul replied.
"Why is he your favorite?"
"Because me and him, we're very similar. Our sex appeal is not that high and we both have trouble getting married." Abdul said.
Silence enveloped the room.
"What are you saying?" Shay asked.
"I'm saying... I'm ugly as shyt! No girl wants to marry me."
Shay rolled her eyes. "Boy shut up, you're not ugly. And you're married to me fool!" Shay said.
"Because I was forced! I never wanted to marry ya ugly ass, you look like a pig!"
Shay gasped. "And you look like a chimpanzee!"
"Say it to my face so I can end your life!" Abdul said.
Shay rose her head from Abdul's chest and got in front of his face.
"You. look. like. a. monkey."
Abdul twisted his face and turned his head to the side.
"Your breath stinks!" He said.
Shay's teeth were perfectly aligned, and they were crystal clear.
"No they don't." She said.
"Your breath smells like jolly ranchers btch!"
"You look like a jolly rancher!" Shay retorted.
"I call her phone but nobody answers. My body hurts, the doctors told me that it's probably cancer!"
"Is that your new rap?" Shay asked.
"Yes." Abdul replied.
"When did you first start rapping?"
"When I was like eight. My first grade teacher put me on this Dr. Seuss book. Then I started listening to Tupac. Then I just started writing my own shyt. Now, I'm better than Pac and Dr. Seuss." Said Abdul.
"I love Dr. Seuss!" Shay exclaimed.
"Yeah. I noticed the picture of him and Edgar Allan Poe you got hanging up on your wall. You like Poe?"
"Yeah. That's hubby."
"You know he was a drunkard right?" Said Abdul.
"That haven't been proven, it's unsubstantiated. He could've just been a mild drinker." Shay responded.
"I highly doubt that." Abdul said and yawned.
"Allah Knows best. I'm going to sleep, goodnight." Abdul said then turned over on the bed.
"You never sang Colors!" Shay exclaimed.
"Btch! And I'm not going to! I done already told yo ass multiple times!" Said Abdul.
Shay's face turned red. "Ugh! STUPID BOY!" She grabbed the pillow that was on the bed and threw it at him.
She then laid down and curled up her body. Both their backs were facing each other. Darkness and silence enveloped the room.
Seconds turned to minutes. All that was audible was the low volume of the weatherman talking on the TV.
After about a half hour Abdul began quietly singing to himself.
"Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors pulled apart at the seams, and it's blue. And it's blue
Everything is grey, his hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color He don't know what it means And he's bluuuuuueeeeeee And he's bluuuuueeeeee." He finished.
Shay turned around and was resting her arm on Abdul's back.
"Awww..." She said quietly.
Abdul kept his eyes closed.
"That wasn't for you dirty btch." He said.
"Are you sad?" She asked.
"No. I'm mad as hell." Abdul replied.
"Why are you mad?" Shay asked.
"You wouldn't understand."
Shay lifted her right leg up and perched on top of Abdul's back. Then she crossed over to the other side so that she was now looking at her husband's face. Even though his eyes were closed she was still able to see the confusion that was written on his face.
"You gotta talk to me Abdul." She said.
"I don't gotta do shyt!" Abdul replied.
Shay did not respond. She just kept staring at his blank and face as his eyes were closed.
"Go away you dumb dckhead!" Abdul bellowed at Shay.
"Really Abdul?"
"Lemme hear your new rap?" She asked.
"Which one?" Abdul opened his eyes and said.
"The one you made about me." She said.
"You talking about the jawn where I was like 'I'ma eat your pussy like mayday?'" Said Abdul.
"Yeah. But change it to Chick-fil-A." Said Shay.
"Okay." Abdul said as a wide smile spread across his face.
He cleared his throat. "Shay Shay, you cray cray. I'ma eat your pussy like Chick-fil-A." Abdul said.
Shay began clapping as she showed her teeth.
She wrapped her arms around Abdul's neck.
"I'm your biggest fan!" She said while still smiling.
"Are you gonna take me with you when you go on tour?"
"Faack noo!"
"WHYY???" Shay asked.
"Btch!! Cause you don't have any talents." Abdul said.
Shay frowned. "Yeah I do! I can rap. I can dance."
"Lemme see you dance." Abdul proclaimed.
"Okay!" Shay said as she began to get off the bed.
"Play Sympathetic." She said.
"What's Sympathetic?" Abdul asked.
"Your song! Play it." Shay said again.
"Ohh. Okay." Abdul said as he pulled out his phone from his back pocket and turned on Sympathetic.
The song began playing. As soon as the beat dropped Shay also dropped both her hands to the floor, her backside was raised.
Abdul's heart began racing and thumping hard in his chest as he was staring at Shay. This specific dance she was doing was very stimulating. Abdul found it hard to stop staring.
When the song ended Shay still continued to dance.
"You're definitely a stripper." Abdul said underneath his breath.