Strong Emotions - Episode 6

 

My head ached badly, the last time I was drunk like this, was in my secondary school days when I visited a club with Lola and that night we almost got r*ped but thanks to the timely arrival of George.

My hands trembled to pick my dad's call, I glanced at my phone and I saw twenty missed calls from both my dad and George.

I laid sprawled on the bed like a spilled milk, I smiled sheepishly, dad thought I was angry too and he guessed that what was the reason I left home.

Poor Dad! Always feeling insecured and paranoid.

As for George, that guy is too obsessed with me, and I don't like it. I glanced around the room, where is Alfred? He might be in the kitchen preparing a breakfast for me, if that's true, then that will be so sweet of him.

A phone beeped and I realised it was Alfred's, I took it up, I wanted to look at the pictures we snapped together at a beach in badagry on my nineteenth birthday, I looked so young and beautiful in those pictures that I couldn't stop admiring myself in those pictures every now and then.

Of cause I'm still young and pretty no doubt.

Alfred is not one of those guys who locked their phones with irritating passwords, if you ask him why? He would tell me he doesn't have a skeleton in his wardrobe.

What a funny sweet guy! It's been a while I checked his phone though so I decided to put my jealousy at play, he can't be the only one getting jealous at all times.

I foraged through his messages and I couldn't believe what I saw, love messages from different ladies.

Oh Lord! I went through his messages on social medias and saw nude pictures of different young ladies.

The bastard was even inviting them over to spend a night, so he was a flirt and a s*x addict for that matter, and he was doing this discreetly for the past two years I had been with him, no wonder he gets jealous easily, he didn't want me to cheat on him, now I believe the fact that cheating men gets jealous easily.

Panicked, I dropped the phone and to speak of the devil, he came in with a tray of hot coffee and a plate of toast bread, he was still in his boxers and with a smile he placed it on the bed right in front of me.

"Good morning my angel,".

He said with a seductive smile and attempted to touch my cheeks but I waved his hand off.

"Don't touch me you bastard!"

I jibed with a sneer.

He was dazed at my sudden derision towards him.

"What's wrong? Are you angry because I touched you last night?".

He asked with sarcasm.

I got out of the bed huffily, I rushed to the bathroom to get my clothes, I wore them and was prepared to leave but he rushed to the door to stop me.

"You can't just leave without telling me the reason you are suddenly angry with me, we had a nice time last night remember . I won't let you go Enny, not this time again".

He demanded , trying to fathom why I resented him so much all of a sudden.

I gave him a baleful look, I was bristling with rage.

I summoned the courage to confront him, I wanted to talk to him like a strong lady who doesn't deserve a liar and cheat like him but I failed, my emotions took over me

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. I fell to the ground and burst out crying, the tears were flowing and I could hear myself wail. Alfred stood transfixed, he was confused.

" You are a cheat...I saw your messages...I saw those nude pictures.."

I shouted and cried like a baby.

Alfred stared ruefully at me

"I'm sorry Enny...I don't know what came over me, I...I wasn't getting enough sexual satisfaction from you because you...you are not that active when it comes to doing it and since...I love you and wanted to keep you as my future wife, I had to find an alternative. But I promise I would change".

I knew my ears can't be listening to what he was saying, was he talking to a baby? Or was he talking in tongues? He bent towards me to console him, I didn't know how my hand controlled itself but I knew it felt my pain and thus landed a slap on his face.

"I hate you Alfred...I don't want to see ever again".

I stood up, grabbed my bag and pushed him out of my way.

He didn't bother to stop me, he rubbed his face slowly as if to erase the red marks my palm inflicted on his face and watched as I banged the door.

I got home and my mum was happy to see me, dad was worried when he got back from work, and I was right he thought I was angry with him too.

He hugged me and I played along as if I was alright and my dad forgave me.

I wanted to give no room to any dubious feelings, mum felt like the happiest woman on earth, having her husband back on track was something she was proud of.

I joined her in the kitchen to prepare dad's favourite dish of Amala and egusi soup with goat meat.

And sincerely I forgot about the whole incidence about Alfred while dad ,mum and I played Ludo that night after dinner and as I settled to sleep I thought of calling George, as if he knew what I was thinking ,he called me and I picked it without hesitation.

He lamented on how he tried to reach me and I apologised for not picking his calls on time, he ask why and I kept the reasons to myself.

We had a lengthy talk and he was shocked, when I said I love him and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, I think I have finally discovered myself, now I know who truly loves me and deserves me, George is the right man for me, I need to stop fooling myself around and come back to my senses.

I have learnt my lessons in a hard way, life is a teacher, the more you live the more you learn but I'm too young to keep learning by experience , I might go crazy..... I must end all these drama and stick to George, after all he has everything a woman wants in a man, he is handsome, rich and kind.

George was esctatic when I expressed my feelings to him and his voice showed it, he asked me about my relationship with Alfred and I told him we broke up, he was eager to find out what happened but I told him it was a story for another day.

I tossed on bed throughout the night because I kept having a nightmare, I tried as much as possible not to close my eyes.

I haven't seen my period for three weeks now ,I was supposed to have it on the fifteenth of this April and this is the 4th of may , I didn't feel so bothered about it because sometimes I do have irregular period. Dad had gotten a good contract and he wanted me to be in charge of it, I could see he was getting weaker day by day, he was hypertensive and recently our family doctor had warned him against strenous jobs, and he should always get enough rest.

I was assigned to work with Mr Lanre one of our brilliant staff who was so dilligent in his work that dad had no choice but to appoint him as the new manager of our company when he sacked the former due to his lackadaisical attitude.

He had been married with three kids but still looked like a twenty year old bachelor, He calls me Queen Enny.

"Queen Enny, I can't wait see your man. He must be very lucky."

He teased when I got to his office.

I frowned, I wondered why he was so eager to see my boyfriend, everybody should leave me alone oo...I'm still trying to recover from the shock I got from Alfred who I thought was a good man 

"What's wrong why that face? It doesn't suit you little queeny".

He said playfully. I sat on a chair in front of him, I was feeling dizzy and I remembered skipping my breakfast. I didn't have the appetite to even drink a cup of tea.

"Mr Lanre....I'm not feeling too well".

I replied softly, I could feel a slight headache.

"Oh! Sorry...why don't you visit the clinic, stand up, let me drop at the clinic".

He stood up, grabbed his key and held me up.

"No, I'm not going to the clinic. I'm fine, I just need a little rest. Maybe I'm stressed up".

I declined strongly, I hate going to the hospital, not with the thought of those injections.

"Remember we have a project at hand. So you have to be strong, let me drop you at home."

He offered and I agreed.

Mum stared at me with curiosity, I had arrived home earlier than was expected, she offered to entertain Mr Lanre who declined with courtesy and promised to visit another time.

"What's wrong darling? Why did you come so early? "

She asked befuddled.

"I'm not feeling well, I need to rest".

I replied , helding on to my head which was about to explode, I felt my back ache too.

"Sorry dear, no wonder you didn't eat your breakfast, I saw it in the kitchen when you left. Go up and rest, I will prepare something hot for you".

Mum said, I nodded and sauntered towards my room. I had barely entered the room when I felt the urge to vomit.

I rushed into the bathroom and vomited the food I ate last night, I could see the rice and salad I ate which had turned into greenish liquid mixed with saliva, I almost vomited my intestine.

What's happening? I couldn't be pregnant....Oh Lord! I kept shouting the Lord's name and yet I didn't bring myself to get closer to him, I skipped church, and I hate reading the Bible despite the fact that mum tried to encourage me to always pray and get closer to him.

Enough of God's talk for now.

I dashed to a pharmacy a few street away and picked up several pregnancy tests, as soon as I got to home, I rushed to the bathroom.

After five minutes, a solid clear blue line appeared. I was pregnant! Oh! Lord.