Men In My Bed

Chapter 6

"Can we talk now?"

Keila turned around and glanced at Dale, who was standing behind her, waiting for her to finish washing the dishes. He's smiling in a weird way that's sending a bad signal to her instincts. What is he smiling about?

After washing the plate and putting it on the rack to let the water come down, she wiped her hands and went to the living room to digest the food she just ate while entertaining the uninvited guest that's looking over her with anticipation for her attention.

"There's something you need to say to me, right, Keila?"

Keila frowned at Dale. He's been so light on his feet since earlier, when she started eating. Even the gloomy air looming around him when she opened the door vanished as if he's happy right from the start.

"What cards are you going to play now?" Keila asked, suspicious of the sudden change of his mood.

"Kei, I know that the last few weeks are tough for both of us but since it is already there and I am here...how to say this? Ah..."

"Can you please quit the flowery pleasantries and get to the point?" Keila snapped at him. It really ticks her off everytime Dale speaks like some prince charming on a white horse, chasing after a damsel. His drama is annoying. His face, a bit better, before, but for now she sees it as something repulsive.

Instead of answering her, Dale showed the pregnancy test he discovered which made Keila jump to him in panic in order to take that thing from his hands, thinking that it will also take the memory of the test result from his mind.

"Give that to me!" Keila snarled at him as she tried her best to reach the accursed thing from his hand.

Dale took this chance to pull Keila closer to him with his free hand.

"This isn't funny, Dale — not funny!"

"I know. I know," he said in between her struggles.

"Fine, keep it. I don't —"

"Aren't we lucky, Kei? We now have a reason to come back to each other," Dale said delightfully. "I know that you flirt with the President just recently when we broke up because there's no way that you'll cheat on me so Kei...I—"

"Excuse me, Mister Dale Ramirez? Who told you that the child is yours?"

Dale froze at the chilly tone Keila used against him. He tried to catch her gaze and there, he saw the eyes of someone full of loathe towards him. Her intransigent face shows fully that she's so vexed at the idea that he will become the father of her child.

Keila pushed him which did not require too much effort this time since Dale was so lost at her denial.

"I may be pregnant but this child isn't yours."

The straight truth thay came from Keila's mouth stabbed Dale directly to his chest. There is an unexplainable anger and disappointment getting mixed inside his heart, forming a chaotic line of entangled wires.

"What are you talking about, Kei?"

There is still a little hope within him that refuses to back down. He's Dale Ramirez. He's her only man since she was still in her high school uniform, sitting alone in a library while playing opera songs on her iPod, earphones in her ears with the sunset light spraying gently on her face.

"Keila.." he called to her, pleading.

"That's the truth Dale. I slept with other men when we broke up and he's the father of this child."

"Is it the president?"

"No," Keila answered quickly.

"Then who is it?!" This time, Dale raised his voice in complete anger. He can't control his emotions anymore. It's not him. Not the president too! Just how many men does this w***e let inside her to end up getting pregnant but not with him.

Dale eyed Keila as if she's a dirty wench and left the apartment like a scalded cat. His pride was broken into pieces after having his assumption smashed in front of him as if its nothing of value. The Keila that he loved is not the Keila that's inside that apartment right now. His Keila is... His Keila...

Tears fell from his eyes as he walked down to the parking lot. And as if comforting him by making it possible to hide his tears, rain poured from the sky, drenching his whole body, drowning his sorrows.

At the same time, Keila's also regretting the things she said. If it is Dale then everything is simple. They can be together just like what he said and live life in bliss. She can make him the father, claim that it is indeed him because the dates still matches with their last copulation. But she's afraid of what will happen next if she's wrong. There's still a slim chance that he'll find out that he's not the Father of the child when the baby was born and that what makes her scared the most because it is not only him who will chase her out but also his family and if worse things happen, they'll even vent it out to her parents.

She pressed her palm to her face to calm down her senses.

What if she undergo an abortion? Will it solve everything?

That's the simplest, most direct way of solving this problem — uprooting the cause of the problem. But the child is innocent! It is her responsibility and she can't throw it out without feeling any guilt.

She bit her nails and dialed the number of the person who can help her get a solution. It took two rings before her friend answered the phone.

"Heidi..." she said with a trembling voice, unsure if it is really alright to call her because she remembered how she firmly said that she's not pregnant to her.

"Oh, Kei? Have you missed me already?"

Somehow, hearing her soft voice flowing out from the receiver made Keila totally weak. She began sniffing, pushing herself not to cry on the phone.

"I just want to say thank you. Heidi...thanks."