I didn't answer the questions thrown at me by the reporters. We just passed by while my three male companions cleared the way loudly.
And I couldn't stop my tears when I got inside the car. How did the reporters find out about me and my brother? Is this what I've been fearing happening now?
"Boss, there are reporters here at the university. But we've already got the miss inside the car."
I looked at the man speaking on the phone.
"Is that my brother?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Let me talk to him."
The man handed me the phone he was holding.
"H-Hello..." My voice cracked.
"Yes, sweetheart, are you okay?"
I bit my lip. I missed my brother's voice so much.
"Brother, I don't want to go to school anymore. They know I'm pregnant. Please come back here, don't look for my parents anymore, I need yo
