Will Our Love End?
WILL OUR LOVE END?
We mostly ask why people have sex when they cannot use protection. In my opinion, circumstances cannot be avoided.
I am attached to Kwame emotionally but I don’t get any kind of support from him anymore. That is why I can’t get over him after all these years. I say again, if you cannot handle this kind of pressure, don’t have sex at all and wait patiently to be married.
After work on a Monday morning, I joined my coworkers to the drugstore.
I leisurely picked up a pregnancy kit from one of the shelves and handed it to the sales person.
“How much is it?”
My coworkers looked from me then back to their own faces. Before coming there, I asked for a ride when I learnt they were going to the drug store.
I haven’t been well for over a month ever since Kwame and I had sex. I predicted it was a fever but the constant vomiting told me otherwise.
Sending Aria over to his place for the holidays was one of the hardest. Mainly because I was anxious, he would find out about his unborn child just by looking at me.
I was right. He didn’t take his eyes off me when I got there and he could not ask me anything either. We rarely talked and if we did, it was concerning Aria.
“Are you okay?” he asked. Proving me wrong.
“I’m fine. I said rashly. “I will come back for her next week.”
Since I have been in this type of situation, it compelled me not to act rashly and despite the rumours I might hear tomorrow concerning my pregnancy, I was not fazed.
I am a big woman with a career and so I could do whatever I wanted.
“Its 20gh,” the attendant replied.
I picked up another one from the shelve and added it to the first one I had already picked. I might need two if I wanted to be sure about my status.
The hospital procedure was a long one so I decided against it. I got back home to a quiet house. I entered my bathroom and peed on the kit.
Fifteen minutes later, the two red signs showed. I am pregnant for the second time. My mind was hazy. I know you will be wondering what was going through my head.
I just wanted to get away. I packed a few of my clothes and made up my mind to leave after close of work the next day with no one’s knowledge. I might go to Kumasi or Koforidua.
Kwame’s denial is hurting me and staying to have his second child was not something I envisioned. I’m not running away. I only need sometime alone to heal my broken self.
The next morning, Kwame called me over to bring Aria’s allergy drugs. My baby needed her drugs. That is the only reason why I decided to go back to his place.
I managed to get to work on time. Humming to myself as I got to work. I worked as a customer’s agent in a marketing firm.
Work was hard but I did it diligently every day. Each time I felt like throwing up, I excused myself. Causing stares my way. Fortunately, my employer got the message and sent me home.
I passed by Kwame’s but was met with Serwaa and another lady I have never met.
“Where is Kwame?”
“He will be back soon. He left with a friend,” Serwaa responded.
The other lady seems to know who I was but not from my side.
“Hello, I’m Akua. Kwame’s girlfriend.”
I looked at her extended hand expressionlessly like I was looking at nothing at all.
“Good to know,” I responded, not battling an eye.
She got the message that I cared less of who she was.
“Sika please have a seat. He will be back soon. Are you not feeling well?”
Did I sleep on the right side of the pillow for her to be concerned about me?
“I’m fine,” I said bluntly.
Akua’s voice came from nowhere.
“You’re putting pressure on him. Especially with this child.
He will not go anywhere with me because of the bastard.”
She was on the floor before Serwaa could even react. The two slaps I gave her was not enough for me.
I threw insults at her as much as I could. I was in tears when Kwame came in. These fucking hormones.
I rushed to the bathroom, throwing up like no one’s business and locked the door behind me.
“Sika open up!!” He barked. Pounding on the door.
“What happened?” he demanded an explanation and his sister told it all.
“You called Aria a bastard?”
Anger laced in his voice as he rarely got angry.
“I’m so sorry,” she pleaded.
“I think you should leave,” That was Serwaa’s voice.
It felt like forever but soon they started to talk in a low tone.
“Is she alright?”
“I don’t know. She looked pale when she came in. Maybe she’s tired from work and Akua probably made things worse.”
“Can you go pick up Aria for me? I have to deal with Sika alone.”
The next thing I heard were footsteps going out the door which propelled me to unlock the bathroom door and dash out.
Picking up my bag in the act. I had already drove out when Kwame screamed my name.
If he finds out, I will be in this shit with him forever. It was 6:00 p.m. when I picked up my bags to leave home.
Someone yelled my name outside. No, no, no. I panicked. This cannot be happening. He knew I was pregnant now.
The room to my door was kicked open and was met with an angry Kwame.
Dear readers, I do not know myself. Kwame could have sent me to a hospital that night when I was drugged. Do you think he had sex with me because he wanted to?