I'm Getting Married - Episode 11

 

I had a thousand thoughts running through my head, I feel like this was where my hatred for Nonso started, or was it my hatred for men? I couldn't quite remember but what I remember was that I hated the sound of what Nonso just uttered.

"Why do we need to get tested Nonso??!", I asked him in anger, in fear.
I looked closely at his face and I could see droplets of tears surrounding his eyeballs. What has Nonso done to us? "Nonso!", I yelled, forgetting we were in the office, of course I drew attention to us but no one suspected a thing.

"I can explain dear", he started, of course you can explain, is that not your specialty? "I really didn't mean for it to go this way, we just have to get a hospital test for STIs as soon as possible".

Oh! So this is what it has come to, I thought in my head, we have sex just once before our marriage and he infects me?? Were we not supposed to be celibates? Has he been sleeping around?? Where else is the STI coming from if not from him? 
I was in rage but still scared.

The plan was to visit the hospital immediately work was over and I couldn't wait.
The office suddenly seemed annoying to me, everything everyone did annoyed me, seeing Nonso walk around just annoyed me the more, I couldn't believe this was happening just before our wedding . What if this was a potential threat to our marriage?

The day was slow and busy but it came to an end and I was in Nonso's new car waiting for him to drive us to the hospital for the test.
Something in me kept hoping that we don't have any infection and Nonso had a reasonable explanation for requesting a test

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. If he has something, he was sure acting really mature about it and this was one of the reasons I loved him, he was always in control of himself.

He came down, entered the car, kissed my forehead, started the engine and drove out of the office.
Looking at him, on would think his job was a relaxed one meanwhile he worked hardest in the office.
The trip to the hospital was quite silent, I wasn't surprised, Nonso was obviously scared but I could also tell that he was sorry, his gestures were filled with apologies and I wasn't ready to listen till I knew what exactly was going on.

"Good afternoon doctor", he said as we entered the doctor's office, the doctor looked well fed but still tired, his chair had an uncommon comfortable look but he acted like he wasn't comfortable and his desk was quite arranged.
"Good afternoon Mr Chiedozie", he said as he looked at a file we filled before we were called in to his office. "I understand you want to carry out a test on yourself and your spouse", he sounded like a critique and I disliked critiques.

"Yes doctor, we want a quick one, kindly check for any sexually transmitted infection", Nonso replied him. The doctor took one long look at Nonso and I, then he wrote some things on a plain white paper and called a nurse.

The nurse wasted no time in coming, the doctor handed over the paper to her and she said almost immediately, "come with me please".
We followed her to a laboratory that had a very strong smell of a typical medical laboratory.
I went first.
The nurse was an expert, I could tell by the way she handled me. In about thirty minutes time, I was done, and it was Nonso's turn.

He walked in without saying a word to me and the nurse repeated the same process she carried out on me an it seemed like forever.
Forever soon came to an end and Nonso was done.
I already dropped the bombshell on my squad group chat telling them that I was in the hospital and will be coming home late, questions filled their keyboards and as I read them, I couldn't help but laugh, I loved keeping them in suspense. 

When we finalized the tests, we were asked to come pick the results the following day.
So we left the hospital. In the car, I decided it was time for Nonso to talk, good thing he felt the same way.

"Sweetheart, something happened when I went for my surgery", he began the tale that tore us apart.