MARRIED TWICE.

CHAPTER THREE: RECONNECT.

Ever since Asamoah got to know where I lived, he visited often. He even visited me at my work place which was quiet shocking because while we were still married, he never visited me at my shop. We always had something to talk about. I told him how my parents stopped getting into contact with me for months because I wanted a divorce. "Well, I am not on talking terms with mummy," he told me that after the first meeting we had in Caleb's office, he approached his mother about how she spoke to me and the mother said he was choosing me over her. "When we were together, you never listened to me, you chose her words over mine." After some seconds of silence, he spoke, "I'm sorry for all the tough times I put you through." I also apologized. I felt his lips on mine. "Asamoah, we shouldn't be doing this, we only making things complicated.

I woke up on the hospital bed. I was confused so I called to speak to the nurse. Two of them came to the ward. One in white told me that I was unconscious when a when a young man brought me in. "Your husband was very worried when he brought you but after Doctor Thessa told him that you are ten weeks pregnant ," the other nurse in green said. When the nurses examined me, they told me that the doctor would be the one to discharge me but she wasn't available at the moment. When they left my room, I called Asamoah but his line was unreachable.

I was asleep when I heard Asamoah's voice. He was in the room having a discussion with the doctor. When they realized I was awake, they stopped talking. The doctor said, "Madam, you can go home but please take good care of yourself." Asamoah didn't utter a word. I turned to speak to him immediately the doctor left.                                                                                              I greeted, "Hi."                                                                                                       "Hi"                                                                                                                "Why are you quiet?"                                                                                                   "Liquuenda just get ready and let me drop you." He sounded rude.                                                                                                 I got pissed, "If you are going to act like this you should just as well leave. I know the way to my house."                                                       "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, I just am not in the best of mood right now." 
I offered him juice when we got home but he declined, "I am not thirsty."                                                                              "Wow."                                                                                                                "And besides the doctor says you shouldn't get yourself worn out."                                                                                                      "What an excuse...what is eating you up?" I tried pushing the thing bugging him out but rather was under his skin. He shouted, "I said I AM FINE. JEEZ, WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM? MAYBE I NEED TO GO CALL THE FATHER OF YOUR UNBORN CHILD, HE WOULD BE ABLE TO TOLERATE YOUR NAGGING?" 
I was mute for some time. I didn't even realize that I was crying until a tear dropped down my cheek. I wiped it with my right index number, sighed, before talking. "You asking me what my problem is right? My problem is you! I don't understand why you come around, visit me almost always and always gift me with items...what is it you want, what's your problem?"                                                               "I want to be the one you have this baby with but rather you behaved like the slot you were when we first met and opened your legs to everyone." I got really furious, "Get out of my house!"  He saw how pissed I was so quietly got up from the sofa and walked passed me. Before he walked out of the door I said, "It's shocking that the actual father of my unborn baby can't tolerate me." He looked confused and wanted to say something but before he could say anything, I banged the door at him and closed the door.
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Asamoah called and texted but I ignored him because what he said to me really hurt me. I know you all are wondering what was it he said about opening my legs for anyone I come across, well, that was my past and I wouldn't want to tell you about it. Asamoah was at the club with his colleague, Caleb. That was the first time he found himself at a club. He was a nerd back in Uni and his colleague took him to the club to celebrate. He had passed his final exams, The Bar Exams at the Makola School of Law. I use to work as a sales person at the club. The salary then wasn't enough then so I had to go the extra mile to help take care of my family. It was the first time Asamoah took alcohol. It was also the first time he had sex; He had a one night stand with me. He got so drunk that he left his wallet in the room at the order side of the bar. I saw his details from his wallet and got in touch with him. That was how I met Asamoah and we became friends. Our friendship became tight, we courted for about a year and got married after that. His family never liked me because of the circumstance in which Asamoah and I met. Even though his family tried stopping Asamoah from marrying me, he married me anyway. That was one thing I loved about him, he had respect for women in respective of your social class.
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Asamoah insisted that he saw me so I gave him the chance. I suggested that we meet in an open place which we did, it was a restaurant. He was already there when I arrived. I greeted him and sat down. He asked me to order something.                                                                                                "I am not here to eat, you wanted to talk so here I am, start talking."                                                                                                He apologized for how he reacted a week ago.                                                       "You said the pregnancy is mine, I'm confused because we always use protection."                                                                              I reminded him, "You've forgotten so soon? When you were inside me pleading that I don't leave you." He recalled and smiled. He then asked, "Now what do we do?" I told him that since we were almost divorced, we could find a way to take good care of the child when the baby is been born. He replied, "I am not going to allow my child to be born to a broken home." I was confused, "What do you mean?"                                                                      "Let's rethink this divorce," he pulled his out to hold mine.     

It was the fifth month and my belly was getting big. I stopped going to work because my legs were swollen and everything in my shop made me nauseous Asamoah on the other hand worked from my home. He visited always. Sometimes, he slept over. He even suggested that I moved back to our matrimonial home but I declined because it hadn't been long since I moved in and wouldn't have anyone to stay there. I was happy he was always around because I had always wanted to do this with him. We were getting along really well; as though we never were on the verge of getting a divorce.