Her Eyes Don't Lie (Words) ✔️

Chapter 03

Zahara couldn't stop thinking about the young girl she had met earlier at the mall. How her mother had treated her and left her there with a small baby. She understood the mother's actions, but she still found it wrong. She wondered what she would have done if she was in her shoes.

Sighing, she dropped her bags on the coffee table and headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. After drinking her coffee, she took her meds. It was a norm for her to eat first before taking her pills, but she just didn't have the appetite for food, all she wanted to do was to take a nap and forget that today ever happened. So coffee would have to do for the day.

How could a total stranger affect me like this? She wondered, but deep inside, she already knew the answer, she just didn't want to admit it, or let alone, think about it. She walked back to the dining room and took her handbag and pills, and went to her room to take a short nap.

"Doctor, what is wrong with my wife? Is she okay?" Jack Thompson asked.

The female doctor, Dr Zungu, just smiled at him. "Don't worry, Mr Thompson." She said as she sat down behind her desk. She pulled out a file from her drawer and paged through it. "It is good news." She smiled at the couple.

"What is it, what do the results say?" Zahara Thompson asked, anxious. She had been unwell for the past few days, she was nauseous, always tired, and she happened to eat a lot. Her colleagues at work and her friends had even said that she had put in some kilos.

When she woke up in the middle of the night, and threw up in the bathroom, her husband decided to take her to the hospital to meet their GP, who ran a few tests on Zahara.

"Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Thompson, you are 12 weeks pregnant." Doctor Zungu announced. Her husband looked at her, and back at the doctor, going through an emotional turmoil. He gave the doctor a small smile, and squeezed his wife's hand, causing her body to relax from the aroused tension from a moment ago. "Would you like to do an ultrasound?" The doctor asked, and Mr Thompson nodded eagerly as if he was the one who was going to lie on the bed, and endure the coldness of the gel.

The doctor directed Zahara to the bed in her office, and asked her to lie down on the bed. Zahara laid down, and after wearing gloves and switching on the ultrasound, Doctor Zungu came with a gel. "Please pull up your shirt so that I can put this on you." She instructed, and Zahara obliged. "This is going to be a bit intense, the gel is cold." The doctor warned, and Zahara gave a small nod. She flinched as the gel made contact with her skin, but relaxed and smiled when she felt her husband squeezing her hand. She looked up at him, and saw how uneasy he was, but still managed to give her a small smile.

The doctor started to move the scan over her belly, catching the couple's attention. The couple watched in awe as something moved on the screen. "That is the baby's heartbeat..."

Zahara jolted up, sweat covering her face. Tears streamed down her face, her breaths heavy. She breathed in and out, trying to calm down, but it didn't work. She got off the bed and took her pills from the nightstand, and drank them. After a while, she went to the bathroom and took a long soothing shower.

Her head buzzed with unanswered questions. Why had she had that dream after such a long time? It had been so long that she had forgotten that that part of her life even happened. She never thought that seeing Zekhethelo's baby earlier would trigger old memories.

Letting the tears flow down her face, she closed her eyes and let the water wash them away. Hoping that the ache she felt in her heart went along with them.

Her sad moment was interrupted by a hard knock on her front door. Who could it be? Zandi was not yet back, but even if she was, she had her own keys, and the only placed she ever knocked was in Zahara's bedroom. Hadn't I locked the gate? She wondered. She turned off the shower and stepped out, and wore a gown. She wrapped a towel around her head and walked out of her bedroom. She wondered why the person had stopped knocking as she arrived in the sitting room.

She walked to the front door and peeped through the keyhole, but saw no one. She frowned and opened the door, hoping that the neighbor's children and their friends had not resumed with their pranks. She looked around but found no one. She was about to close the door when a baby's cry suddenly sounded from below her doorstep.

Zahara's body tensed as she spotted the baby from the mall wrapped in a small blanket.