"papa?" I asked. I still didn't sit for the breakfast while he sat at another corner, just opposite to me. Only dinning table was between us.
"yeah? What? You want something?" he asked while preparing his fork, spoon and knives.
"no! I want to tell you something!"
I shouted.
"calm down.."he stopped for a while and looked at me and continued. "say! I'm listening."
"first promise me you won't scold me!"I said.
"huh? I Can't promise that! But Yeah I can promise that I won't stay upset for long!" he explained.
I closed my eyes and collected my breath."I got a girl pregnant! " I said or maybe shouted.
"what?" he stopped his activity and stood in anger.
"I-I I'm so--so--rryy.. I'm really sor-" I stammered. My tears, they were gonna fall. I have never seen him like this.his anger made me stammered.
"stop it!" he shouted.
"papa I'm really sorry!" I said it clearly.
He didn't look at me instead went back to his room.
I sat where I was standing. I wrapped my legs with my arms and pressed my head on my knees. I was thinking what he could possibly do. He'll pack my stuff and throw me out or simply, he would come out of his room and tell me to go away. It was then when the door opened. I couldn't face him still but I stood. I wiped my face and swallowed my lump.
"how much old is the baby??how many months?" he asked. Was he really concerned. Wasn't he supposed to throw me out?!or maybe he wants the baby to be aborted. Why didn't I think about it?!
"it is 2 months old." I replied.
"do not call the baby "it"!" he corrected me.
"it hasn't born yet and we don't even know it's gender.. " he interrupted again,"I said do not call your baby "it"! Your baby is living. He's not a thing!" he again corrected me.
"but the baby may not be "he"" I protested.
"I don't care the gender. But I don't want you to treat him or her, okay?!" he raised his eyebrow and continued," like a thing. Respect him.or yeah..her!"
"so you want to keep the Baby?" I asked. I was still in doubt because I expected him to throw me.
"are you kidding! We're gonna raise your baby. I'm sure it'll be fun and a good lesson for you" and he giggled.
Was he really my old man?! What happened to him?! Is it a dream..
He again interrupted, "it is not like..I'm sad but.. Didn't you know how to use condoms? Although, I never had a conversation with you about that but I always expected that you would know at least that!are you really that naive?" he said as he wrapped my neck with his arm and walked with me towards the main gate.
Now that was a question that's quite fascinating but I wouldn't like to answer that.
"I of course know...it's just..you know..these stuffs doesn't work properly everytime!" I said.
"everytime, huh?" he muttered to himself and smirked. Thank god the conversation didn't continue.
He then took his car and we went.. Uh..I didn't know where he was heading!
"where are we going?" I asked.
"baby shop "he said and smiled.
What?! Now?! There are still 7 months left. I really didn't know that the man sitting next to me was really my father.we reached the shop after few minutes or so.
When I went to the shop, my father dragged me to the clothing area. Now, that was embarrassing. There were only girls. And the worst part was that they were continously gazing at me. That may be obvious when papa tried those baby pink and blue colours and those little, actually very little tops on me.
"does it suits you?" he asked.
"you're not buying it for me!" I said.
"shut up and concentrate! If it suits you then it'll suit him." he said while taking another pair of pants.
Am I really doing this?! He spended more than $170. And that was all from my pocket money. So maybe this was what he meant by saying " it'll teach you a good lesson!"
I informed her about my decision which surely surprised her. She seemed to be very worried about my career but she concluded that I've made a good decision.
While I was coming home, I was accompanied by matt. He thought that my father Planned to drop me to airport. So he was worried about me. My father went to a nearby shop with matt and dropped me at our house.
When I was going.good to open my room, someone closed my eyes with its palms and kissed me on my cheek. It was her.
