Sharita Meets Jamel’s Girlfriend

Sharita Meets Jamel’s Girlfriend

“Hello, Jamel.”

Jamel stiffened. “Hello, Sharita.”

“You’re looking very handsome as usual. Where are you off to?”

“I’m on my way to dinner.”

“With whom?”

“Anaya.”

“Is that the woman you’re seeing and it may be serious between you two?”

“Yes.”

“I’m very curious about this woman in your life. Why don’t the three of us have dinner together one night?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? Are you afraid that she might suspect something?”

“Suspect what?”

“That there’s still something between us?”

“There’s nothing between us, Sharita.”

“You can deny it all you want but you and I both know that what we used to feel for each other is still there and always will be.”

“Sharita…”

“You used to call me Shar.”

“That was when…”

“We were lovers. Is that why you won’t call me that now?”

Look, Sharita, Anaya is going to be here any minute.”

“Is that why you’re standing here in front of Delish Ethiopian Cuisine? Is this where you and she are going to have dinner?”

“Yes. Now, I’d like you to leave before she gets here.”

“Why don’t you want me to be here when she comes? What are you afraid of, Jamel?”

“I’m not afraid of anything. Now, will you please go before–?”

“Hey, Baby,” a voice called out.

“Too late,” Sharita said to Jamel as they both watched Anaya walking towards them. “She’s pretty.”

“Hey, Baby,” he said, when Anaya reached him.

Anaya put her arms around his waist and he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. Sharita watched them, seething with jealousy. “Have you been waiting long?” Anaya asked when he raised his head.

“No. I got here a few minutes ago.”

“Good. I made it just in time. The traffic was horrific. Now, I remember why I hate driving.” She turned and looked at Sharita. “Who’s this?”

Before he could respond, Sharita smiled and held out her hand. “I’m Sharita, an old friend of Jamel’s.”

“Sharita was Rashad’s girlfriend,” Jamel explained.

“Rashad was your best friend who died?”

“Yes.”

Anaya shook Sharita’s hand. “It must have been hard for you to lose the man you loved,” she said.

Sharita glanced at Jamel before she nodded and said to Anaya, “Yes, it was.”

“So, are you visiting Seattle?”

“No. I live here now.”

“Oh, really? Well, it’s a nice city to live. Well, Baby, are you ready to have some of those delicious veggie rolls and TIBS?”

Jamel nodded. He looked at Sharita who was watching him. “Have a good evening.”

“You too,” she replied resentfully.

Anaya looked at her as she hooked her arm through Jamel’s. “Well, it was nice meeting an old friend of Jamel’s,” she said.

“Perhaps, we can have dinner together some time.”

Anaya’s eyebrows arched. “We?”

“The four of us–you, Jamel, me and my date.”

“Oh. Sure. Dinner one of these days should be fine. What do you think, Baby?” she asked Jamel.

“Sure,” he said. Who on earth was going to be Sharita’s date? Was she seeing someone? The thought aroused jealousy in him but he managed to hide it from both women. “We’d better head inside,” he suggested to Anaya.

“Enjoy your dinner,” Sharita said.

“Thank you,” Anaya replied.

Jamel didn’t answer.

Sharita watched as they went into the restaurant. Then, she turned and walked briskly away.