In the room feeling the slight pain in her stomach, Christa thought back, "I haven't eaten anything with milk and besides, I baked the potatoes with the soya milk."
Using the washroom, seeing a speck of blood. "Thank You, Lord, my monthly is finally here, last month it did not come.
Maybe it is because of the stress and the change of venue. But why am I having pain? I never had pain before?"
Taking a shower, "I wonder where my bag is, I have a few sanitary pads in it." Pulling on a house dress, Christa busy herself looking for the bag.
Unable to find it on her side of the wardrobe. Christa searches through Thomas's side finding nothing.
Finally given up, angry with him for hiding her bag.
Taking one of his jerseys and tearing it up, "This will have to do for now until I buy, he could keep the stupid bag?"
From the moment Thomas enters the room he notices immediately. The way she was bending forward and was groaning, going to her, "Are you alright?"
Seeing the tears, "That's it, I am taking you to the doctor right now."
Grabbing his wallet from on top of his dresser, in such a hurry. When it slips out of his hand a few pieces of paper slip out.
Ignoring it Thomas just took up the few pieces and slip them inside the wallet then into his pants pocket.
Lifting her in his arms. "I told you don't go hustling but you are stubborn, now you have become unwell once more."
Christa became angry with the way he was speaking and carrying on.
"Look, for God's sake just put me down, I am not going to any doctor, and stop fussing over me."
"You are not well and you need to see the doctor."
"Who cares, just leave me alone, and for God's sake give me my bag."
"If you want to be like that then go right ahead, I don't care either."
"Good, I could live with that."
Resting her down only to see her bend slightly before she straightens up and goes to the corner.
"Christa, you are not well, please for God's sake lie on the bed."
But when she ignores his plea and lies on the floor, Thomas turns aside as she turns around ignoring him.
Hearing him hit the wardrobe then it seems he shifted it aside. Knowing he was angry when he groaned.
'Wondering if he had hurt his hand,' but the stabbing pain stop her from going to him causing such discomfort.
"Here, you want your bag, take it?" Seeing him throw it on the floor then went to take a shower.
Recalling Kate and Joy's words immediately, how they used to cry with pain and the only thing used to help was lying on their stomach.
Sometimes they take a Panadol or Advil to help ease the pain a bit. Lying on her stomach as they used to,
Recalling the ways he was grumbling, 'Men, when they have money, they think every little thing happen is to run by the Doctor.
And the ones that don't have just leave and operate like they don't care. Crying in some corner complaining about don't have money.'
As the minutes passed slowly, Christa felt the release come from the pain as she continues to pray silently.
Hearing the clock bang ten-o-clocks, "He has been in the bathroom almost thirty minutes."
Wondering, 'What he could be doing so long? Closing her eyes as the pain vanishes.
Anger floods his mind, "Why can't I comprehend what is on her mind? She was so concerned earlier, Oh God I thought things had changed.
I wanted to embrace her, I knew she was up to something but downstairs she just sits and eats her dinner.
I observed a few times she looked at Jerome, Carla, Massy, and Lester but said nothing. I never knew she told Mrs. Marva what to prepare for me.
Mrs. Marva started fixing me sausages and bacon and she also prepared vegetables and eggs.
A few times she had fish prepared but it always had a fresh salad. I never thought Christa had anything to do with that change?"
Climbing out the tub, only to hear eleven bangs. I only hope I can sleep now, taking his time not to make noise seeing she was asleep.
Seeing the jersey rip apart and all his clothes were ransacked. Turning around Thomas just look at her. "What was she looking for?"
Checking the pan he puts his money, but it was locked. Thomas ponders within his heart, 'She won't touch my money, I ensured that she always has money.
From the night we got married. I put aside money for her. Hearing the Pastor saying thanks for the contributions, and once dad asked if she has asked me for donations for the church.
Maybe the money I put aside every week for her, she has given from that?"
Checking her side of the wardrobe but it was in such disarray, it was worse than his.
She seems as though she was desperate."
Putting on his brief and lying down, the place was hot but she cannot tolerate the air condition.
She was soundly asleep and if I put the AC on it might wake her up and the pain might return.
With the windows, open Thomas hopes the breeze blow in so he can fall asleep.
Tomorrow, I will get a fan for the room that will make things less complicated, pulling the covers over him feeling the chilliness.
Opening his eyes, but the light in the room was off, and the moonlight was bright enough to see where she was.
The sheet and covers were gone and so was her bag. Fully awaken now, thinking, 'She has left after he had fallen asleep.
Was that her plan? Was that why she was so determined to get her bag? Was she making trick for me, pretending to be sick?'
Hurrying out the bed, Thomas pulls on his robe as he rushes towards the door and pulls it open, but then he stops suddenly.
Recalling the last time she was in the washroom, checking to make sure first, but it was empty. "Boy, this is beginning to get so frustrating having to go looking for her all the time."