Christy excused herself and sped off into the washroom. She’s been nauseatic for a whole week and yet her menstrual flow hasn’t ceased even a second this month. It was right on time, the third day in the first week as her pink app had warned her. She didn’t bother to expect pregnancy and neither did Chris. And that is what hurt her most. Not having a baby for a woman her age already brought aches that kept her awake most nights. Then there was Chris’ attitude. He’s said it just once, which hurled him into the asssociate pastor’s office for counseling, but his body language has said it more than once. Like how he was holding her hands across the table, his view on a baby nestling in her trolley.
Why wouldn’t you give me any? Just one boy. Two boys. A boy and a girl. I’d have been satisfied.
The questions forced themselves into her mind. Her eyes moistened with tears. Christy shut her eyes, straightened her weave and left her thoughts in the washroom. She put on a broad smile. A look at Chris’ face saddened her.
He was smiling at her, his eyes hazy. She knew his mind was anywhere but on the bowl of Ab3konto that stared back at him. And she knew where his mind was. It was in London with Junior. It could be on Junior’s mum too, have it his feelings for her are still alive.
Christy sat and sipped on the water. She should have listened to her mum and accepted Junior when she had the chance two years ago. Chris was found to be cheating with Dufie’s coursemate and had him. That period, their marriage was on rocks. She braved it and here she is, married to Chris and without a child. Chris took her hand.
“Mrs. Boateng. What about a month vacation in London.”
“After your first time you said you want to return.”
“Yes but I prefer a new house.”
It came out a bit too cheeky.
“So after the house, London is good?”
Christy smiled. Her cheeks were filling up her face. The plastered smile was giving way.
“I’ve been looking at that baby.”
Chris lifted his bowl of soup to his mouth. Christy frowned. She didn’t approve of it in public. Talk of a posh food joint like this one. Any one of Chris’ big named clients could walk in. He brought it down.
“I saw you.”
“I know you did.”
Christy watched him wipe his mouth.
“I was thinking we can start trying for babies.”
“And during the counseling, the Associate Pastor said a new environment often helps. He said his big sister and the husband came back to Ghana just to try. You remember?”
“Okay. So do you think we should try?”
“I think I want to go home. I want neither the new house nor the London trip.”
Chris pored at her puzzled. What could he have suggested wrongly? Since the counselling he’s tried to be a better man. He’s also tried making her happy. This eating out at least once. The house he bought some minutes before she got back from the washroom. The trip to London. All are because of her. But was it?
Christy was talking, tears in her eyes.
“I thought it’d be because of me.”
“But it’s all… ”
Chris sat and stared at her back. She walked out, slow and sad. It was like one of those break up scenes in European movies. Slow and so sad.
Janet Akrobea sped into her garage, turned off her engine and jumped out of the car. Her hand bag in her left hand, gripped by the zip. Judith’s dad is in her home. Lewis sounded pretty worried when he called to tell her. Judith is some place she has no idea of with Derrick. Things are getting bizarre. She feels stuck in the middle and she has no answers.
God had showed her what to do for just the next step and during the drive, however solemn she tried to be, He just wouldn’t speak anymore.
Fresh tears gathered in the corner of her eyes. She wiped and grabbed the door handle. Their apartment was so peaceful. No activity on the front porch. She entered and looked around the hall. Both men weren’t there. The room had its original arrangements. Three large settees, the plasma and paintings hanging over the walls and the largest frame containing their family’s philosophy. It was one thing she was most proud of. If any fire dare destroy the house, that’s the one thing she’d risk to save.
She took a long deep breathe and admired the frame; wooden at the back, glassed in the front, sides painted in bright colours and the words handwritten in cursive. Lewis killed himself to finish that the day after their wedding. He woke up long before she did to work on it. He wouldn’t say when and how long it took. She’s been left to wonder if he had more than 2 hours sleep that night.
Lewis hugged her from behind and kissed her temple.
“I’m sorry I upset you with that call.”
“I’m sorry I drag my best friend into our home too often than you’d like.”
Janet smiled, a tear dropped unto her cheek and landed on Lewis’ arm. He turned her to face him.
“I said it was okay. I signed to the friendship clause in the agreement.”
“I’m glad I married you. Judith said she’ll say no even if you propose to her at twilight. I’ll say yes if you do fresh from sleep.”
They laughed, kissed briefly and stood like before, Janet wrapped in his arms and both swaying. Janet had forgotten why she drove at 80 per minute until she heard the negro spiritual playing from the guest room.
“Where’s Judith’s dad?”
She faced Lewis.
“Asleep in the guest room.”
“Nothing. No action. But he’s here to take Janet back.”
“Did he say why?”
“He hesitated, then said he’s been told she’s involved with a pastor and it’s going to go ugly soon enough.”
“So when is he taking her back?”
“He said tonight. That was before he started yawning, gave me his keys to pack well for him and went to bed.
“That explains the parked car in front of the house.”
“I don’t think we’ll have any difficulties except getting Judith to talk with him. Did you call her?”
Janet shook her head.
“You have to. Tomorrow might be late.”
Janet said, walked into the settee and lied down.
“Why can’t you call her?”
“Because she left with the pastor. He came and took her away in a flash. I was going to go after them. Then you called. I thought God was saying to come here. Help settle things…”
She looked around her, as if she’s got an impression.
“… But here I am and there’s nothing to settle.”
And I must have heard wrong. What if Judith rather needed me?
Janet lay down, her eyes on the blank plasma screen.
What if it was already late again?
Author’s note:Cough and Cold + other nibis (things) tried to knock me out but I’m back up. I hope blog posts weren’t too fun without me … LOL
© M’afua Awo Twumwaah 2016.