Will Our Love End?
WILL OUR LOVE END?
“Where do you think you’re going, Sika?”
I stood there dumbfounded.
“Please let me leave. Look, I promise to come back next month. I’m not even running away.”
“Are you pregnant?” The question took me by surprise.
“Of..,of course not. Ha why would I be and you know nothing about my sex life so stop spewing nonsense.”
“Oh really, Sika? Then who dropped this?” he asked as he proffered the pregnancy kit I might have dropped a while ago at his house. I didn’t even know I dropped it.
“Erm..C’mon it’s not what you think. A colleague asked me to buy it for her.”
A laugh escaped his lips. He could tell I was lying.
“Where is your car keys?”
“No, don’t do this. It’s against my will. You have no right.”
He can’t just drive me to the hospital like he owned me.
He took me by surprise. Carrying me unto his shoulder and picking up my keys.
“Stop it! Put me down!”
I kept yelling into his ears.
He dropped me at the front seat and managed to drive us to the hospital while I tried in vain to stop him.
We got to the hospital with me following closely. You can’t misbehave in a hospital o.
Well, we got an appointment with the doctor but I kept praying that it will be postponed but soon enough, I was in the doctor’s office with Kwame and a sample had already been taken by a nurse.
The doctor opened up an envelope
“Congratulations miss. You’re a few weeks pregnant. I suggest you take good care of yourself and not forget prenatal care. The nurse will give you a prescribed medicine…”
Kwame was silent while the doctor went on and on about what to do in my state.
“You’re not the father,” I burst out. Finally, I interrupted his thought. The doctor became silent.
“Sika. The only person who had sex with you last month was me. Don’t you recall that?”
“I do know but who knows. Someone might have been in my bed. You can’t conclude based on what we did last month.” I shrugged.
The doctor cleared his throat.
“Come with me” Kwame pulled me along.
“I will find out if the child is born, right? So, you better quit this act with me,” he said as soon as we were out.
This time his eyes were on me.
“Kwame why do this to us?”
He chuckled. “Are you that selfish?” he asked me.
“Me, selfish huh. You’re being stupid Kwame. I’m not having this baby. We can live as we have done for three years. This one, will not make it. I can’t,” I said and stomped off.
He run his palm in his hair. Frustrated and angry.
A man with little words. You don’t know what he’s thinking or what he wanted. This time, I want him to make the decision himself. My sanity matters the most now that I am carrying a child.
Late that night, he came home to me. Wearing a khaki shorts and a white T-shirt.
It had been long since he took care of himself this way. The last time I saw him dressed well was during our daughter’s naming ceremony.
He looked sexy with all his muscles showing to the public. He was not the young boy who used to buy me pizza and shawama.
He was a grown ass man with responsibilities now. That day, I was proud of us. I was proud of him like a girlfriend. He was so close to me but his heart, far away from me. It got to a time I wanted to use Aria to get him back into my life. Who can blame a woman in love?
“Did my mum see you?”
I raised my eyebrows.
“She said nothing to me. You don’t have to worry.”
I wore pajamas every night and this night was not an exception. I was all covered up, like he wanted.
“Are you cold?”
“Why do you treat me well only when I’m pregnant with your child?”
He turned his head away.
“Do your parents know?”
“Look, I know what you want to do. You want to do the cuddling with me since I’m pregnant with your child.”
Kwame sighed and looked at me with a combination of worry and pain.
“I didn’t come here to cuddle with you. Let’s talk about us.”
“Wait. Did I hear you right, Kwame?” I sat upright on my bed.
“Yes, you did. You know I’m not a wealthy person, right? I’m not someone who can sweep you off your feet like your mum wants. I heard the audio Sika. You want someone who can send you to expensive restaurants and buy you expensive clothes but I’m the wrong person.
I tried to brush away the fact that you said none of that but every single time I want to be close to you, what you said comes back and I think nothing of you. I still cannot give you that life when another one is on its way.”
I am trying to remember when I recorded an audio to someone or if I ever had an audio of any sort.
“Wait, wait. You said an audio? From who? I mean are you saying I recorded an audio?”
He looked at me in disbelief. “You don’t have to deny it. I get it…”
“No, you don’t!” I yelled.
“What is going on Kwame? And what audio are you talking about?”
My eyes were already teary. Yes, the hormones again.
“Calm down,” he tried consoling me. After a few seconds in thought, he continued.
“Why are you asking me what audio, Sika? The one you sent me from your phone three years ago.”
“And I’m telling you Kwame, I never sent you any audio, I promise.”
Now, I was weeping like a baby.
What is he talking about that I had no knowledge of? Have I been deceived?