"I take back everything I said to her!"
I hear her cry across the room. She is pretty upset. I curl up in my bed. I straighten my legs and glance at my belly. Am I pregnant? I am too young for this? I am only 18 years old, how can I raise a baby when I am a baby. I take a deep sigh. Musa...I wonder how is he going to react to this news.
I hear a door knock on my door.
"Baby Deya...come down to the lounge room. I am going to prepare us a little bit of something to eat and then we can talk"
"Okay, in five minutes I will be there" I reply.
"Baby Deya, your mom is shocked, but we are here for you" his voice is soft and calm.
I hear his footsteps fade in the corridor. How is he able to remain calm amongst this chaotic whirlwind?
"Mmmmm" I grunt. I feel terrible. I disobeyed her, I got into an accident and now I am pregnant. I am a bad child.
I dismount the bed and pace a little bit in the room. I grab my phone, it is off. I switch it on.
"Deya!"
Mom is calling me, I can hear the anger in her voice. I quickly slide the phone in my front jean pocket and walk out of my room.
I stride to one of the empty sofas and my surprise, I see a bowl of noodles on the table.
" That's yours...eat up before the noodles get soggy" Kim advice me.
I pick up the bowl and I stare at it. This is not my typical Maggi's noodles, they are also garnished with relish. Its smell trickles my nostrils, I feel my mouth watering. I pick a fork and I glance at the room to see them eating with chopsticks. Huh? okay...I am using a fork regardless, I will try the chopsticks another day. I didn't realise I was famished when in a glimpse of an eye I had finished galloping down the bowl of noodles.
"You enjoyed it?" He asks me with his eyes sparkling with joy and satisfaction. "I know how to make a good bowl of ramen, you should move in with us to taste my different flavours of ramen bowls" He smirks complacently
"Well... she should move in, so we can monitor her" She drinks the tea that was placed on the table.
I gawk at them. The noodles were nice but moving in.
"We think that is best you move in, we will pick your belongings tomorrow. There's no need for termination." Mr Kim sips his tea. "You should not worry about a thing, we are here for you"
"You are deciding for me?" My lips quiver and I feel my chest tighten up. "Who said I want to keep the baby?" Tears fall
"We thought..." Their jaws drop.
"You want the other option?" She stutters
"No...but you should have asked me" I snap. Honestly, I am just overwhelmed by their understanding and the fact I haven't told Musa about the pregnancy.
"Okay..." They are baffled by my reaction.
"What's your decision then?" She asks softly.
"I have to, I have to, I need to breathe" I rise to my feet and run to my bedroom.
*
I sit cross-legged on the floor staring at the wall. I am feeling everything. Why Am I mad at them? I projecting my feelings. I was ready to be chastened but they just understood everything. I need mom to yell, say something bad. Most importantly, I need to talk to Musa.
I take out my phone and swipe it. I find missed calls from an unknown number and zero missed calls from Musa. One missed call from Shudu. Okay, that's a surprise, is he alright now? That brings joy to my heavy heart.
I dial Shudu's contact and directly takes me to voicemail. I hang up feeling disappointed. Let me try out Musa, it took me directly to voicemail. I glance at the unknown number, ten missed calls is too much for an unknown number, I should call back, it seems crucial. I dial the unknown number and it was quickly answered.
"Hello Deya" The voice sounded familiar
"Hello...I missed your call, I wanted to know what is it about?" I bit my lip realising my slip up, that sounds rude.
The person on the other line chuckles softly. My heart skipped a bit. Is it Musa?
"My brother was worried sick, he heard you got discharged, he was sad that he didn't see you" Then silence stretched. I was speechless. "Are you okay Deya? Oh I forgot to say, it's me Thami"
"Uh, yes, I am fine. Is he with you right now?" My chest is tightening up, my body is tense.
"No...oh, wait, here he is..."
The door opens
"Deya..."
I turn my head and I see her walking towards me.
"Babe...you good?" I hear his husky soft voice. I abruptly hang up the call and cling to the phone.
"Are you talking to Musa?" She settles on the bed. "Sit next to me".
I do as she says and leans my head against her shoulder.
" I was talking to someone else" I manoeuvre the words out of my mouth.
"Okay. Have you decided?" Her voice is calm. She is freaking me out.
"I will keep the baby" saying the words out lessen my anxiety. It feels good to feel like I have decided this.
"Okay, don't tell Musa yet" Her voice was firm.
"Why?" I jerk my head and glance at her.
"Baby, these early months are pivotal and you don't need any drama" She glanced at me with a caring gaze. I can not help but see this through her eyes, she is right.
"Then how would I do this?" I ask landing my eyes on her bump.
"This is why you are moving in. Do not worry, you are not alone." She lets a warm smile.
I smile at her and she embraced me in her arms. I try my best not to squeeze her bump. We tear our bodies apart and I watch her rise to feet.
"Don't hesitate to talk or know at my door when you need help" She smiles and walk away.
My phone rings, I watch it ring and after seconds of ringing, I switch my phone off. I let my body fall on the bed. What am I going to do? How am I going to do this? I heave a deep sigh.
*
"What did she say?" Kim asks curiously about my conversation with Deya.
"She will not tell Musa and you should do the same" I give him a warning look.
"Why would I?" He acts hurt and surprised.
"Kim..." I glance at him.
"When will he know then?" Kim draws me into his embrace on the loveseat in the bedroom.
"Probably forever, at least for few years" My voice is calm. I got this planned out.
"Okay, does your daughter know that?" He glances at me suspiciously and warily.
"Not yet...soon enough" I place a peck on his lips. "Let's just savour peace and quiet for a minute".
He glances at me and I let out a warm smile. I won't let my daughter suffer in the hands of that family. Never!