PROLOGUE: The News

"One simple mistake can change a story."

CHANCEL

I have just finished a very hot and romantic part of the legs in the air with my darling, I currently have my head posted on his chest; how beautiful love is!

I think this is the right time to talk to him about my condition:

Me: “Baby” I said, drawing lines on his chest.

Henry: “Yes dear” he answered

Me: I have good news for you.

Henry: Good news ? really?

Me : I do !

Henry: Okay I'm listening, but let that be really good news.

Me : I'm coming.

I get up and bring him the papers that I take out of my bag:

Henry: I don't understand. You say you have good news, now you hand me some papers. What does it mean ?

Me: But take and read first!

Henry: You've read it already, haven't you? Explain that to me then !

Me: Ok I'm a month pregnant.

Henry: Pregnant again ? And is that what you call a good news?

Me: But pregnancy was never a bad news!

Henry: Understood, but we have to abort that too.

Me: Especially not that. This is the fifth time and the doctor has strictly forbidden me to have an abortion.

Henry: Here are fifty thousand francs. Sorry, we have to abort this, otherwise my parents will kill me.

Me: Please Henry, let us keep this!

Henry: It's not possible. I am still a student. I don't have a job yet to be able to take care of a child and a wife. I beg your pardon, abort this

Me: No I can't. A fifth abortions! You aren't afraid! You want to kill me ? Henry you are heartless

Henry: What don't you understand about I'm a student? My parents are the one doing everything for me at this moment. I'm jobless !If they find out that I have pregnanted, don't you know that I can say goodbye to all their care ?

Me: Henry, but I can't have an abortion! What if I die this time? Since the doctor said it's very dangerous!

Henry: Get dressed!

Me: Why? For what ?

Henry: Don't make me embarrassed you, eh!

I do wear my clothes.

He then puts the money in my bag and pushes me out:

Henry: Do whatever you want with it. I don't want it, he said, closing his door.

Me: Tcho! Henry! Is that how you love me? ...

Awo! What would I do with this pregnancy now?