Devil a lier

The surgery

That night I called him. I mean since he left he hasn't called to know how I'm doing, giving me a reason to doubt his love for me. Maybe he wants me to feel his absence, so I can see a reason to adhere to his option.

Ring ring

His phone kept ringing without a response. What he could probably be doing is making him refuse to answer my call.

I called a couple of times without any response, then I decided to send him a text message.

“Babe, I'm ready to go for an abortion.

I love you and I want this marriage to be productive.

I don't want to lose you for any reason, so please pick up my call and let you know how we are going to go about the abortion.

Our daughter has missed you so much she wants her daddy around her. Please pick up and come back home. We are all waiting for your return.”

Thanks from your lovely wife.

I dropped my phone, with so much pain in my heart, my lacrimal gland kept producing more year, as though he was paid to do so in such a season and time.

I carried it all through the night, as long as I remember. My pillow could tell something was wrong with its owner, because I could feel it trying to comfort me in my time of distress.

I woke up the next day feeling weak as a result of excessive tears last night, and my body temperature was a bit high, with a severe headache from nowhere it was all happening to me.

As I walked into the bathroom, I wondered what happened to the strong lady I used to be, who was never triggered to cry no matter the situation I found myself in. I was always ready. I took the bull by the horn and worked things out, without dropping a single tear. But here I'm crying over a man who was not feeding me as per day I didn't have anything, who left because of children who could stand up to the fact that his wife was doing far better than him.

I can remember when I lost a huge contract after investing half of my capital in it. I was down worry, but I never got one varied over it. When my family thought I was going to commit suicide as a result of the loss, I never attempted such, because I believe I can recover everything I lost so far, though it is going to take a while, but that is what business is all about.

My presh who was my secretary, was over me, wherever I was going too, just to make sure I didn't lose my mind and try something stupid.

My father thought he was going to lose his daughter, the only daughter that reminded him of his late wife who he loved so much, but death took her away at a very early stage into their marriage. But I survived, so I'm definitely going to survive this.

The doorbell rang, without hesitation, I ran out of the bathroom and straight to the door. I bumped into my house help who was already heading toward the door to see who it was. Don't worry, I'm going to check for myself and get my daughter ready for school, I said to her.

Opening the door only to see my husband, the lost husband, back, I was happy.

“I'm sorry babe,” he said as he embraced me into his arms.

“I'm sorry too” for disobeying you, I said with tear streaming out of my eye, as though I kept it waiting for him to arrive.

“ You know, I love you and everything I'm trying to do is for our good, for the betterment of this family and to ensure everything and everyone is happy, he said, staring directly into my eye.

“ I understand, I'm sorry for making you go through all the stress of staying outside our home, I said, still holding onto him firmly.

“I miss you, but the joy is that we are here together again as one happy family, he said as we walked into the sitting room still holding hands together, as though we had just met for the first time after a decade of years.

Sylvia, our daughter, ran out of the room to hug her dad, who she had been asking for some days now, and here his is life and direction. I smiled as I saw the bound between them.

It was the kind of bond I had with my dad, regardless of my stepmother's behavior, who was always against me. She never wanted me to be close to my dad, but my dad loves me, and there is nothing she can do about that. If she tries to place blame on me, my dad still finds a reason to believe me over her.

Though most times after that kind of heated argument with my dad, whenever he left for work, and I wasn't going to school, it would always be the worst day of my life, because she poured out the whole aggression she had buckled up in her heart and unleashed it on me without me turning to anyone for help. I still can't possibly tell my dad again, because that would be another part 2 of the beating and punishment.

Babe, I have booked a hospital where the surgery will be conducted for the expulsion of the product of conception, he said staying lovely into my eyes.

“Surgery!

Does it require surgery?

I was supposed to take a tablet that would flush everything out. That is how it had been done. I asked, looking surprised at the surgery.

“ How many weeks is the pregnancy, he asked.

“ It's 3months plus some weeks," I said, still staring at him.

That means the reason you need surgery, so you won't have complications, he said.

Alright, if that's what you think is the best, then let go for it, I said, tearing up again.

Not this time, again, I thought you had thought about it and had accepted to go from it. Why are you acting up again? He said this time, he was a bit tired.

Seriously, I'm the one going for the surgery. What if I don't make it out alive? I said, still crying.

Why would you think of such a thing? That's why I booked the best hospital in town for you to get the surgery, so don't worry, no complications are going to arise, he said, bringing me closer to him, while he stroked my back as though a mother breastfeeding her baby.

I went into the bathroom, freshened up and went out, almost immediately as though I was going for an interview that my life depends upon. He was already sitting down waiting for me. Meanwhile, our daughter has gone to school, so it was just me and him at home.

“You look beautiful, he said, smiling at me.

Thanks, I said as we walked out of the building and headed for the car that was parked in the garage.

Within a few hours, we arrived at the gate of the hospital. I was tense, I could hear my heart beating as though someone was drumming on it, my diaphragm contacting faster than usual, as though it was trying to push out my lungs through my throat and out of my body.

My hands trembled, my legs became heavier, that I found it hard to carry my body.

Aren't you going in with me, I asked him.

“No, I'm having a meeting with some investors who are ready to invest in my fashion brand, he said as he unlocked the door of the car.

Seriously, you want me to go into the theater alone? I thought we were supposed to go into this together, I said as my heart dropped dead in it wall.

The doctor is good. I have spoken to him, and they're going to take care of you properly, I said, staring into my eyes as he peaked at my forehead.

I wasn't ready for another argument. Not this morning, maybe some other time, I came out of the car as I looked around the hospital. I could feel my spirit refusing to go for the procedure in this hospital, then I turned around and asked him, “Can't I go to another hospital for this procedure? I don't think I like it here, I said with anger in my tone.

“Come on, we have talked about this, they are good at what they do, so no need to be scared. He said with a reassuring smile.

He bade farewell as he drove off from the hospital.

I went into the hospital and asked for the doctor he asked me to look for.