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“I might be getting an abortion.” Amaliah spoke up after twenty minutes of companionable silence. Her face was turned and she was looking out of the window, looking out to things unknown. Sheila was driving them to her own house because she didn’t want Amaliah to be alone in her house, surrounded with memories and scents of Rafael that could trigger her. She maintained a calm demeanor and a bland face, even if her heart was breaking. She had known, since Amaliah found out she was pregnant, that there was an eighty percent chance that Amaliah would opt for an abortion instead of facing the reality of raising a child alone in the absence of her husband and with the looming presence of huge debts. “You might? Have you thought carefully about it?” she asked casually. There was a long moment of silence. Sheila had become used to the sudden bouts of painful silence. She felt sorry and helpless because she couldn’t seem to do anything to alleviate her friend’s suffering. “Well, it’s ine
It was almost two weeks after Amaliah found out she was pregnant. The girls were still with her parents. It had been quiet. Quiet and heartbreaking because Amaliah had been receiving rejection mail after rejection mail. Sheila had tried to encourage her, but it was to no avail. Skyline Corp hadn’t gotten back to them and Sheila was anxious. She hoped that would be the big break they needed. She had gotten a therapist for Amaliah and Amaliah had objected heatedly at first. “I’m not going crazy, neither am I on the edge of going crazy.” she glared at Sheila. “And I certainly do not appreciate the way you try to do things on your own without asking me first. If I didn’t come out for a drink of water yesterday, you would not have told me about the job until you were done applying.” “Like I said yesterday, I’m just trying to help you Amaliah. Please, don’t push me away. This therapy will be good for you. Please.” Amaliah had eventually relented and had been going thrice a week but sa
“Amaliah will be fine. She collapsed due to an incredibly high blood pressure. The baby is fine as well.” the doctor informed Arturo. Arturo nodded. Then his eyes widened. He wasn’t sure he had heard correctly. “Ba…b…baby? Did you say baby?” he stuttered, staring at the doctor with unfocused eyes. A baby?! “Yes, Mrs Rivers is pregnant.” the doctor’s eyes widened. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea that you weren’t aware.” “It’s alright. Thanks for your help.” Arturo forced a smile. “Can I take my leave now?” “In a minute sir. I would like to discuss the effects of high blood pressure in pregnancy. Severe and uncontrolled blood pressure can be deadly. It can cause problems for Mrs Rivers and the baby and could even lead to the loss of the baby’s life or a stillbirth." The doctor said. "This is because a high blood pressure may reduce the blood flow to the placenta which may result in the baby not getting enough nutrients and oxygen. High blood pressure, also known as chronic hypertensi
Amaliah still pined for her husband. It had been wonderful to be on good terms with her family again, but there was still that immense hole that everyone talked about, the one that could never be filled by anything else. Her heart ached from the memories, and she frequently wished she could see him one last time, if only for closure. At least she knew better now, and she could go on with her life without fear of forgetting Rafael. She had returned home and had sobbed when she discovered that her friends had cleaned up and packed her refrigerator with non-perishable groceries. They had enough to eat and she was so thankful. The twins were back home as well and they were happy. Her parents and Sheila had offered to stay with her in turns until she was strong enough. Although she would have preferred that they didn't because she didn't like feeling like a burden but she wasn't willing to hurt their feelings the second time around so she agreed to it. Sheila had sent an email to the
“I want to marry you, Amaliah, and I will,” Rafael said to her one day. Her shift had just ended, and she was heading for the bus stop. As it had become his tradition for the past week, Rafael was walking her to the bus stop. He sauntered beside her, back walked and even skipped. She laughed at his child-like enthusiasm and realized that it was one of the things that had drawn him to her the very first day they had met. He had a kind of inner joy, one that seemed to be unquenchable and she envied him that joy. She loved people who could be happy, no matter the situation they found themselves in. She was not one of such people; she could not keep her joy when she was hurt, disappointed or in any form of pain. She was an emotional person, and could not mask her emotions no matter how hard she tried. “You just like saying a lot of nonsense, don’t you? ” she glared at him playfully. Even as she did, she knew he was right. She would probably marry him and the realization both scared
Amaliah wiped her clammy hands on her black skirt countless times before she got to the company. Her stomach was quivering and she wished she hadn't eaten anything that morning. Not that she hadn't tried to evade the food, but Sheila would have none of it. As she got down from the car, her throat suddenly felt very dry. She grabbed a bottle of water beside Sheila and gulped it. "You good?" Sheila looked concerned. She had happily volunteered to bring Amaliah to work on her first day, more for moral support than for anything else. The family had been elated when the company had sent Amaliah an offer letter via email. Carlotta had cried and Sheila made a small feast with lots of food. However, Amaliah wasn't too thrilled. She was happy she got the job, but she was fervently hoping that she wouldn't have to see Caesar after the initial briefing of new employees. She had been offered the role of a digital marketer in the marketing team and she still needed to be briefed by the head of
Anastasia Knight strutted to her boyfriend’s office with a sweet smile on her face even though she was burning with anger. Caesar was fast eluding her and she didn't like it one bit. She wanted to tie him to marriage before he ended things permanently. She had to marry Caesar, she just had to. As usual, she made heads turn in admiration as she walked by. She was dressed in a red power suit trimmed in navy and nothing underneath. Her long black hair was twisted up in a French roll. She usually reveled in the attention but there were heavier things on her mind that morning. She walked straight into the office and was even more angry that Caesar wasn't there. Anastasia required constant admiration and attention. She resented anything, including his business or commitment to helping others, that took his attention away from her. She sat down on the sofa and waited. The office was very wide and tastefully furnished with simple but elegant furniture and artwork. A few seconds later, C
"Ahem." Bryan cleared his throat. Caesar still had his eyes fixed on Amaliah's face even when she'd casually snatched her hand from his when it looked like he had been holding it too long. Mark looked like he would burst as he shifted from foot to foot, half with the excitement of meeting the boss one on one on his first day at work and half with the realization that there seemed to be some kind of history between his colleague and the boss. "You know each other?" Mark asked, his eyes darting from Caesar back to Amaliah in quick succession. He didn't want to miss any expression that might give something away. "No, we don't. We met once some years back, for the briefest of moments through a mutual acquaintance." Amaliah cut in just as Caesar opened his mouth to talk. Bryan sensed something there. Mark's face fell in disappointment, although he brightened up a moment later. His colleague had still known the boss — the great Caesar Masterson — outside work. It was something. "What