CH 22: Pride Parade

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I sat in front of a female doctor who acted like she was bigger than I was.

How did I know?

I could feel it. Back home, doctors were always proud of themselves because everybody in a generation wanted to be a doctor but only about 10 percent were about to get themselves admission into the university to study medicine and only a meagre of five percent were able to graduate as doctors. The respect given to them from people and even the government in terms of their salaries tends to get in their pretty heads

So of course, they feel proud and always acted like they were better than everyone around them. I am going to believe it is that way with doctors in France also.

I fucking hate doctors, while my parents had some reservation about me marrying someone from other ethnic groups in Nigeria apart from the Yoruba tribe, I made it a rule for myself never to marry a doctor.

I turned my attention back to the phone in my hands. If I was counting, I was pretty sure I would have sent a million messages to Kylian since yesterday, all read but no replies. This guy is so frustrating, if he won't reply my message, why would he open a line of communication with me. He could have asked Alice how I was doing

I looked up from my phone when I heard the doctor clear her voice and I watch her readjust her glasses as she glance through the form she already read through. She opened her mouth and started speaking in French to Alice.

Good sex apart, I loathe how Kylian and his family are trying to control my life. No matter how much they want to control my life, I should be with a doctor who speaks English getting first-hand information and not Alice on my behalf. I mean this concerns my life, my body, my womb, it does not make any sense that Alice is the one translating what she says to me. I really need to master my French so that they would stop using it against me

Alice turned to me and just stared at me. I could tell that she understood my feelings

"I am sorry, I am just doing my job" She muttered.

I know and I understand. She is my friend but also a spy. My enemy. The late Mohbad would call her Frienemy

"What did she say?" I inquired

"She said you have a history of Hyperprolactinmia"

I looked at the doctor who was watching me like a hawk. Of course, I had Hyperprolactinmia but that was a long time ago and it should not be a problem

"That was a long time ago and I haven't missed a period ever since then"

"And your menstrual cycle exceed the normal 29 days" Alice translated. Okay, is that going to a problem?

"In this form, you wrote 34 days as your menstrual cycle" Alice continued while I was fixated on the doctor who looked like she was out to tear me apart

"Also, your period hardly flows to the third day"

"Is that a problem?" I asked in a low voice. The doctor closes the file in front of her and clasped her two hands on the table.

"It is not a problem" The doctor spoke in English. So the bitch actually speaks English, so why the fuck was she speaking in French

"You speak English" Alice retorted in surprise but was ignored

"It is not a problem, I have a diagnosis and if I am correct.... And your condition is left untreated, it would hinder you from having a baby"

"So what is your diagnosis?"

"I will love to confirm it first"

"But I was cured of hyperprolactinmia, the doctor said that was what was causing it" I uttered in shaking voice

"It may or it maybe not be, I will love to draw my own conclusion"

This can't be happening to me, my parent spend a lot to cure me when I was diagnosed with Hyperprolactinma. Is this a relapse? Is it back? Because I could swear that I had my monthly period last week? Or is there another symptom of hyperprolactinmia? Or perhaps, hyperprolactinma is a symptom to a huge underlying disease. Maybe cancer..... cancer of the ovaries if there is a cancer like that. Forget this disrupting my life with Kylian, having a baby of my own is one of my biggest dream and now, I might be infertile, maybe even dying

"Bewaji!" Alice called out my name and I looked at her with a great fear in my heart "You are panicking, calm down"

All of a sudden, I was glad that she is here with me. The last time I was with the doctor complaining of irregular periods, my mom was with me. To test her assumptions, the doctor then, squeezed my breast and milk came out of it like a tap water. I got so scared and thought I had cancer. I was so grateful my mom was here for me to calm me down

"If it is what I think it is, you can be cured with some drugs. No need to panic, it is just a hormone issue" she tried to assured me. But it was kind of too late, I was already panicking

"So what do I do?" I asked

She pressed the ringer and opened the closed file to write

"You are to follow the nurse that will come in now" the door opened and a nurse came in "She will give you some injection to prepare you for harvesting in seven days. I will love to study your eggs"

I nodded and followed the nurse out, I can't believe my body has joined people betraying me

"Okay, enough with your spiralling" France yelled me out of my thought. I looked at my angry sexy transgender female friend. Yes, I found out few days ago throughout texting. When I received the news about my inability to have children, I reached out to her talk because I needed someone that was not on Kylian's payroll. She told me she is Trans and also has a boyfriend who is a footballer who plays with Kylian. She refused to tell me who it is but I think it is Hakimi. I mean for her to know so much about Kylian, it has to be someone close to him and that is Hakimi

"The doctor assured you that it can be cured with drugs and I don't understand why you look so defeated when the battle has yet to start. You don't even know if there will even be a battle to be fought"

Ever since, I got the news, I could not stop myself from thinking about the fact that I might not be able to have children. I thought reaching out to France would help but it did not. My fear got bigger when I had my eggs harvested few days, I tried distracting myself with the gym I am building for Kylian and the business proposal Mr. K finally sent but I just couldn't stop my mind from going over to dark places. Imagining all sort of bad thing that could happen me

"I invited you to this parade because I wanted to cheer you up but you need to go back to your pretty mansion if this is the way you would be acting. Everyone have been looking forward to this, I can't have you bringing down everybody's mood"

She is right about that, pride parade is always an event the LGBTQP society always look forward to in any city or country and it is an honor to be invited to it

"I am sorry, I am just scared" I admitted. Frances moved closer to me and squat in front of me.

"I know but you are going to be okay. I know it" She comforted me. I smiled at her. Science is a mystery to me actually, I really don't understand how they could make a man this beautiful and hot. Frances is fucking attractive and my beauty as a born female beneath hers. The way she carries her, her fashion instinct, her charisma trumps mine a million times over. Whoever it is that she is dating has a good thing. I wish I have her kind of body

"Are you sure your boyfriend is okay with you going on this parade"

"No one knows about us, so it is okay" she replied

"It is Hakimi, isn't"

"Oh God!" She groaned and moved away from me

"Come on tell me, it is not like I am going to tell anyone"

"I know but I promised to keep us a secret until he is done with his football career"

"And you are okay with that" I muttered

"I can't live without him, so yes" she responded and looked at her watch "Let go, the parade is starting soon"

Picking up my purse, I trailed after her


TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SUNDAY

PUBLISHED ON: 09/06/2024

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