TWENTY TWO: PREGNANT
I watched as men relished the food I had set for them. I was glad that my madam made such food that made men come for more.
I had worked close to two weeks in the restaurant. Though it wasn't a very expensive one. It was a place where people could come and have food at a cheaper rate.
"Rosa..." A man smacked his lips calling out to me.
"Achorom ofe aku."
[I want palm oil soup.]
"Okay." I said, running to the kitchen. I got the soup in the breakable plate and placed it in a tray.
But then I felt the urge to throw up.
Ofe aku was my favorite. I didn't understand why I felt like throwing up. I took the tray to the customer who wanted it.
He mumbled a thank you and soon began to devour the soup.
I felt the urge again and then I ran out to vomit.
It didn't stop for a while. But then I was confused.
"But I'm not sick." I assured myself.
I turned round to see madam looking at me.
"You're pregnant, Rosa." She said calmly.
"No that can't be." I replied.
She came towards me and grabbed my breasts in her hand and squeezed lightly.
"It hurts." I said.
"You're pregnant. That...man...the one that raped you...did he release in you?"
"I don't know." I said, tears flowing down my cheeks.
"I think he did." Madam said and her head fell.
"My life is ruined, Ma. A baby, now? I'm just nineteen." I said, trying to wipe away my tears.
"Rosa, you can't abort. You might die and it would lead you to hell. You know that." She said and held my hand.
"You will be fine my dear. I'll help you." She said and hugged me.
I let the tears down freely and faster this time.
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