Atimma shook her head, staring at the gun she found in Linda's kitchen shelf.
She was feeling weak and nausea, due to the pregnancy.
"What are you doing with that gun?" Linda asked boldly.
Atimma gave a wide grin. "It feels good holding a gun for the first time in my hands. Who owns it? I got it here."
"My police inspector friend. He is my ex though. I stole it from him."Linda said shrilly.
"you stole a gun?" Atimma asked amazingly.
"Madam abeg, drop that gun in there. You look funny with it, look at how you're just carrying it one hand.
Susan has really dealt with you."She said, trying to remove her earrings. Atimma's face frowned.
"For the past few days now, you've been making fun of my cut palms. I don't like that." She said sadly, threw the gun in the shelf and walked away.
"I met Harry at his house. He said he will forgive you and take you back on one condition."
Atimma's heart melted as she looked at Linda, looking aghast.
Her head slowly cleared and the debilitating nausea and dizziness faded.
"Did you tell him that I am pregnant for someone else?" She swallowed, then took another deep breath.
Linda nodded. "He is aware. I was shocked myself. He really loves you. But I didn't tell him that you had your palms cut out." Linda stared down at her, her face closed and grim.
"Did you see Didi?"
"No, He said she went out with his friend."
"What of his mom?"
"I didn't ask him that."
"I know that even as Harry is planning to have me back, his mom will protest." Linda stared at her with a betrayal on her face. Then Atimma asked again, "What's the condition he gave?"
"That you will have to sign an undertaking that will be given to you in few days from the court. And that undertaking says that you will never ever runaway after he takes you back."
Atimma nodded and gave a half smile, a pale phantom of her usual flippant grin.
"That's no problem. Did he say when he will see me?" She asked again.
Linda gave a loud sigh.
"You too ask plenty questions! He said after signing the paper I will bring to you from court, he will come and carry you." She said dryly.
"I will sign that paper and sign again. God will bless you Linda." She walked towards Linda and tried to hug her, but she shifted.
"Wait o Atim...These wounds on your body is scaring me away." She said with a disgustful glance.
Atimma moved backward a bit and lowered herself on a chair.
"It doesn't matter how disgusting I might look now, at least, my husband wants me back." The excitement began to build within her.
"Indeeeeeed!" Linda exclaimed as she tried to remove her brazier.
Atimma's mind settled. She smiled to herself and felt fulfilled for going to have her husband and daughter back.
******
Enomma woke up feeling sick and weak. She had been expecting her menstruation for the past one week.
She drove down to a drug shop and bought a pregnancy test strip.
Her hands shook when she inserted the strip into a urine; Moments later she saw two bold red lines.
She took her phone immediately and dialed Harry's number.
"I am pregnant. I just tested. It's positive."
She said in broken whispers, her heart was pounding.
"Oh sweet Jesus...this is good news honey." He said excitedly.
"No Harry, my mom is going to kill me."
She said weakly.
"She won't know. Just tell her that I am planning to come for introduction with my uncles before I get back to work. I will inform my dad's brother about this."
"What about your ex wife?"
"Don't be scared. I will refund back her money for bride price. This will be settled. Divorce will be done in few days. I love you."
"I love you too. I hope that this gets over soon." She said softly.
She stood helpless, as she realized she had a life growing inside of her. She was going to start buying baby clothes without her mother knowing.
She was going to give birth in America, and if it were a boy she would name him after the man she loved, "Harry."
She felt awesomeness, as she touched her belly. She was carrying part of Harry in her, and she felt very comfortable in it, she was only scared of her mother's actions.
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Written by Vicky Bon
June 1, 2017
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