C6 The Reveal

“What do you mean by this, Doctor? Is this the best you can do? I was literally having symptoms of typhoid not this!”...How do you mean I'm pregnant?” Emma questioned furiously. “Young lady, why did you decide to take the pregnancy test in the first place?” Doctor Steven asked. “Just to be sure doctor, just to be sure! I'm sure of what I felt!..tears rolled down her cheeks while she kept raising her voice. “How do I explain this?!”...she questioned again. “If you trust your instincts that much, you wouldn't have visited the hospital to start with” Doctor Steven said to her one more time before she left.

Emma got home and threw herself on her bed, locked her door and kept weeping heavily. Her pillow got soaked more and more. As if that was not enough she began pushing down her expensive cosmetics from her table. “Why!...how!...I don't deserve this!! She fell on the floor and kept sobering.

Boom boom boom!!..heavy knocks landed on her door. Emma! Emma!!..”What could be the problem? Isn't it something I can help? Open the door now! I said "open this door and don't do anything stupid!” Her mum screamed from behind the door. Emma was almost getting sleepy when she heard the noise. Now, she's wondering if she should open the door or go ahead and sleep off. But the last statement her mum said kept echoing in her head *Don't do anything stupid*. She stood up and opened the door. “What is the problem with you Emma?? What is it? You even scattered your belongings? Your eyes are swollen as f*ck right now! What is the problem??” Mrs Armsten ( Emma's mum) continuously questioned. Emma couldn't utter a word. She began crying again. “I said what is it?! Haven't you done enough?!!!” Mrs Armsten raised her voice. “I've never seen you in such condition since you were born, is this something we can't fight together? Did you lose your job? Did you fight? I guess no cause your clothes are not looking that bad, so what could possibly be your reason for doing this?! Mrs Armsten raised again and again.

“Mu…m, mmu…m” Emma sobered. “C'mon talk to me, it's enough, I'm here for you”. “ If you don't tell me the problem, who else would you tell? I'm your mother for Christ sake, when it seems too hard, come to me, you'll always remain my baby okay? Now talk to me princess” Mrs Armsten warmly told her as she pulled her close to where she sat on the bed. “Now, say something to mummy, your face is becoming even more red and this won't help” Mrs Armsten said.

“Mum?” Emma called her again. “I'm finished! I'm done for! tears rolled down her eyes again. She passed the test result to her mum. “What's this?” Mrs Armsten asked, looking into the paper. “What?! Does this truly belong to you? For real? How?? When???” Mrs Armsten raised her voice. Emma couldn't speak. She's losing herself. “Okay, tell me, when did this happen? and who's responsible for this?” her mum questioned. “I'm so devastated now, it happened on the night I went clubbing with my colleague”..

“Okay? her mum couldn't wait to hear the details.

Emma had finished explaining all she could, she just sat on her bed confused looking straight into her mum's eyes. “It could be anybody Emma, I know what it feels like, but one thing is this…we can't terminate it” Mrs Armsten stated. “Mum?” she said out of shock. “Yes! "her mum responded, opening her eyes wide. “Do you have an objection to that? We won't terminate it and that's final. You must find the father of your child. I don't care where he is, that is all I can say! Mrs Armsten said and left her room.

Seeing how her mum promised to see through the pregnancy with her, her fear began dissipating. Thoughts began ringing in her head, “But what would people think of her? How would she work with her condition? Should I tell them I had a one night stand with the billionaire or I should rather say it was a r*pe case by a stranger? Anyway, it depends on if I want to tell them. But I can't hide pregnancy anyway”....she couldn't help but let the hot tears roll down her cheeks.

Bzzz bzzz Emma's phone vibrates to signal an incoming message. She had slept for quite some hours so she wasn't deeply asleep. She picked up her phone from the top of a small closet near her bed, looking at her screen, Ethan sent two messages “Hi dear” “Hope you're doing good?” Just as she was about to unlock her phone Ethan's call came in. “Hello? Emma?” Ethan called out like a desperate chick. They talked for a while. Ethan asked for a meet up later in the evening, but Emma declined with no specific reason. Ethan couldn't ask for more, besides all he wants is her peace.

Like that was not enough Emma's phone rang again. “Who's it this time?!” She questioned the soft breeze blowing in through her window. *Hello Iris, what's up with you?” Emma spoke first after she looked at her screen to see the caller. “My love, sorry I've not contacted you since then, I've been so occupied with sh*ts” Iris said softly. They gossiped and planned a meeting that evening.

The bar was rowdy. People clicked their cutleries, glass of soju and chanted over some hot gists. Emma and Iris walked directly to an empty table. They ordered soft drinks, Iris went ahead to order some meat for herself because Emma was short of appetite.

“Emma, what's the problem? You just look typically different from yourself these days, what did the doctor say?” Iris voiced out. Emma poured some soju into her tumbler and poured it into her mouth at once. “Iris?”...she called her…”Iris?!” I'm totally lost in my thoughts right now Emma said. “Are you ill with a deadly disease?What's this problem you can't talk about?” Iris kept questioning.

“I’m ashamed of myself, I didn't know how to tell you this but at this juncture, I don't have a choice”.... Emma slowly spitted.

“Okay? I'm listening?” Iris desperately responded as she flung her hand like someone seeking for more information.

“I..I had a one night stand with the billionaire who visited our càfe, that night after the club opening, I'm pregnant”.. Emma slapped her face out of disappointment and left Iris shocked. “You're what??” Iris asked, staring at Emma while she tried pouring out another drink. “Stop it!" I said, "Stop already! " You've had enough” See, look at me, what's your plan? What's your next move?? I mean you're carrying a baby for someone who doesn't even care? Does he even know about this? I guess your mum isn't aware of this, you can get rid of it” Iris suggested. “Get rid of what?" She knows. My mum knows already, and she has decided for me, I can't bear taking someone else's life besides mine is at risk too” she explained further while tears rolled down her cheeks like usual.

Iris gasped, covering her wide open mouth with both hands. “What did your mum say?” She asked.

After they had their time talking things out, Iris couldn't help but remain shocked. They both went outside to find a means to reach their destinations. “Emma, Emma!” A voice called out from the other side of the road. Guess who it is? “Emma, isn't that the man from the other day?” Iris asked her. Ethan packed his car somewhere not far from the bar Iris and Emma had drinks, to get some items from the nearest store. “What a coincidence”, he said putting a genuine smile while walking up to them. “I thought you didn't want to step out today?” he asked. Emma walked out on him. Iris didn't seem to understand a single thing but followed Emma up. “I think he wants to help you out, you're wasted Emma you can't go home alone, please let him take you home, he doesn't look harmful anyw…

“I'd rather go home alone! I don't want to talk to anybody”...she responded. “But you can decide not to say a word, okay? C'mon okay?”.... Iris suggested again.

Ethan followed them slowly. “I guess you know her place, please see her home, she's not in the right state for discussions, you can talk some other time” Iris told Ethan.

ETHAN'S CAR

He pulls the seat setting to help her lie down comfortably, then walks to the driver's side. “I thought she's unwell, why would she get drunk at the same time? Her temperature doesn't even seem normal”. Ethan murmured. She just laid like the passenger princess and couldn't form a word. Ethan drove her home and saw her to her door….”I'll call you later, okay?” Ethan said to her and kept staring into her face until she used her door. Getting back into his car, he picked out his phone from his pocket and texted Emma, take some hangover soup to help you feel better. I'll call you tomorrow okay?” He didn't care whether she saw it or not, he did all he had in mind at the moment. “Her drunk face is quite cute…everything about her is just that way” Ethan said to himself and smiled. A finished man! He blushed again and drove off.