Dinavo, The Pregnancy

Introduction

Love becomes meaningful and beautiful when both parties understand and respect the value they share. Partners that can't lay low for each other when the need arises, just for peace and longevity to be sustained, can't enjoy the pleasure, sweetness that comes with love.

In relationships, you learn not to take for granted the genuine love your partner has for you, unless you are not in love with them. And if that be the case, it's best you save each other the stress of being hurt in the end.

Dinavo is a story of love, romance and hatred, involving Olisaemeka and Dinavo. True love led to an unwanted pregnancy which Olisa wanted her to keep but, she refused because she felt it will hamper her zeal to build a career for herself. They arrived at a decision to abort the baby but, it never went out.

CHAPTER ONE

Dinavo.

My boss had dropped me off but, there was still some kilometres ahead to get to my destination - home. So, I had to take a bus. Before leaving my boss, I was occupied with thoughts of how difficult it is to get a vehicle from that area because, it is usually stressful. However, luckily, I got a bus quicker this time. So, I hurriedly entered.

Far seated at the back was a beauty and we both had our eyes on each other while making my way to get a seat. She caught my attention. Even while I was still at the door entering the bus, I could sense a feeling within me that I was going to speak with her. She's light in complexion, with beautiful lips which were one of her attractions. I walked straight to where she was seated because like I said, I knew I want to talk to her. I greeted while I sat close to her and she responded with a beaming smile.

While seated, I was already thinking of what to say that will evoke discussions between us. A perfect idea came up. I brought out my phone, opened my Facebook app, clicked on a friend's picture, Mirabel and showed it to her. "Hey! Does this lady not look like you"? I asked. She bent her head, leaning towards me, smiled and said "yes, it's true. Who's she", she asked. "She's a Facebook friend", I replied.

"The moment I got into the bus and saw you, my first thought was 'this could be Mirabel' until I looked very well and saw she wasn't", I told her.

"But, she's got a more pointed nose than me", she interrupted. I laughed, "but, it doesn't take away the fact that you are prettier than her", I said. She smiled again.

"Where's she"? She asked me. "I don't really know where she is, I only have her as a Facebook friend". Deep down, I knew I know Mirabel. She is not just a Facebook friend, she has been to my house severally. I was been careful of her not thinking or concluding she could be my girlfriend.

We exchanged pleasantries after that and I told her "I'm Olisaemeka from Delta State. I'm a banker and an investigative expert".

"I'm Dinavo, a youth corper, serving with a real estate firm. I'm from Akwa Ibom state", she retorted.

We engaged in more discussions until it was like a kilometre to the bus stop where she would alight.

"Very soon, I will be alighting this bus", she said. I had to be clever in demanding for her mobile number. Maybe, that could be the reason she let me know that she is coming down from the bus soon. She gladly gave me her mobile number before leaving the vehicle.

I waited a coupe of days before calling her and she was happy to receive my call. "How are you Dinavo? Hope you are fine" I asked. "I'm just checking on you to know how you are doing because I've not called since the day first day we met".

"Thanks so much Olisaemeka, I appreciate your concern ", she said.

By this time, I was already beginning to think of her, her pretty face on a body carrying huge boobs, I just couldn't wait to see her again.

After some days, I called again and proposed that we pick a date and meet. She agreed for the next couple of days which was a Sunday.

I remember her telling me that she was washing her clothes when I called her that Sunday morning. The excitement in her voice was clear to understand that she has loved me and was looking forward to seeing me again.

"Why are you washing on a Sunday morning"? I asked. "Won't you go to church today"?

""I will but, it's going to be third mass I will be going for", she said. I headed straight to church while still thinking about her, I was happy knowing that she was excited to meet me again. In fact, what she called me on one of our conversations was "sure boy".

CHAPTER TWO

The Second Meeting

After resting when I got back from church, I called to inquire when she would be on her way. You know a typical Nigerian girl would always want to be sure if you are as excited to seeing her as she is too. I sent her the address as she demanded while I patiently waited for her coming.

My phone rang and it was my friend Chibuike. He had wanted to come around but, when I made him aware of Dinavo's coming, he had to stay back for her to be comfortable, since it was the first time I would be hosting her.

The next time my phone rang, it was Dinavo's number on the screen, "hi Olisa, I'm at the place you asked me to stop. Can you please come out to pick me"? She asked. I quickly got on my shorts and headed straight to where she was. She was dressed on a gown, kind of short but, not too short, with a flat pair of slippers and big glasses to go with her outfit. She's indeed beautiful, I could still see the excitement in her.

I led her to a place where we sat close to the gate at the front of my house. I made her understood how pleased I was to see her, as our discussions moved as swift as expected. When I asked what to offer her, she requested for a drink and told me not to get her soft drink but, malt and snacks. We were more engaged in discussions that revealed she was the last child of her parents who were based in the southern part of Nigeria.

It was in the middle of our chats she made me aware that while inside the bus when I met her that first day, if I hadn't spoken to her, she would have initiated a conversation between us.

"Had it been you didn't start a conversation with me inside the bus that day, I was already figuring how to bring out one so I can enagge you", she said.

I love such kind of persons who are not held back by what the society thinks or societal pressure. They go out to do what please them.

While seated with one of her legs on my laps, I noticed how beautifully curved her lips are, especially when she talks, they move in a very seductive way. She was also blessed with a good English accent that shows she must have had a proper educational foundation.

When it was most getting dark and she expressed her willingness to leave, I obliged her to come into the house and know where I stay before leaving, a request she politely accepted. She loved the setting of my apartment, a bedroom self contained. She made herself comfortable while seated on the couch and that was how we continued further discussions.

While we were talking, her phone rang and it was her mum whom I later got to understand always call her everyday, maybe, because she's her last kid. While on that call, I began playing with her toe which sometimes, she tries to shrug off.

By the time she was done with the call, I beckoned on her to understand that it may be late to go home that night and advised she spends the night with me. She agreed but, asked if I had an extra tooth brush. I told her no but, had to go out and get it, including her meal for the night. I made sure I treated her fine and not to take her love for granted.

When it was time for her to change from what she was putting on, I made her a hot water and led her to the bathroom where she had her bath. By the time she was done, I served her meal, she ate while I watched. Her elder sister called as she kept eating. At about some minutes to 09 pm, before getting set to sleep and I provided her with a blanket, in case she starts getting cold in the middle of the night.

We actually made love that night, twice and it was really enjoyable. After the first, she demanded for more. Having sex with her was an act I had not enjoyed for a while. In subsequent times, each time we made love, it comes with that feeling of having sex with my wife. Whenever I'm making love to you, I always that sensation that I'm f**king my wife", I told her.

We got up early the next morning as she was supposed to get to her house to prepare for the day's work. We drove out together before dropping her off.

She called on arriving her office and our communication continued, she has fallen in love, we are in love.

She's bold, her look is that of someone who knows what she wants and has gotten it.

CHAPTER THREE

The Pregnancy

After two days, we agreed she came to my office, having closed from work. During that period, I never had a fixed closing hour in my office. So, she came on the direction I gave but, I had to go and pick her from the road, despite being an easy to understand description I gave her.

I felt she did it on purpose. Maybe, taking her time to come see me in the office when she would have gone home to rest, I thought she wanted knowing of what value she is to me, if I can reciprocate the love she has for me.

After picking her from the roadside to my office, she not only waited for me, she did for some time till like four hours before midnight, that was when we left the office. She followed me home that night and it was one of romance.

She loves the way I make love to her but, before making love that night, she told me she was ovulating and even made me aware that she was on her period that first day I met her in the bus. She asked me to be careful as she's not ready to become pregnant. I promised I won't release inside of her.

We made sex and it seemed I left a little sperm her. I even told her and the speed she got off the bed with, showed it made her worried.

After cleaning up herself, she came back complaining, "I told you not release inside me and you know I'm ovulating, she said. "I just hope this won't result to pregnancy because I'm not ready for it".

I tried her calming her down that it won't happen. I even told her that if it was to happen, I would have seen it in my dream.

After two days, she called and said she's still sacred.

"I have this feeling that I'm pregnant, she told me.

"Since I left your house, I've never been myself. Olisaemeka, you've got me pregnant".

I asked if she's had a test, she affirmed that she hasn't. I told her to go for it. On the seventh day after our last sex, I was on a call when hers came in waiting.

Before now, she's beginning to show how upset she was with me. Even after making me aware that she was ovulating, I still went ahead to release inside her during sex. That was her grievance.

I ended my call to return hers but, I got a sober voice from the other end. I was scared.

"What happened"? I asked her.

"Olisa, I said it, I'm pregnant, you've got me pregnant. See what you've put me into".

From her subsequent words, I got to understood that she was scared I would deny the pregnancy but, when I told her to calm down I will be with her the next day, it made her calm and I sensed some sort of relief in her voice.

To me, I wasn't quite sure she was pregnant because she had a strip test which has some chances of not being accurate.

I went the next morning like I promised to see her and I could see that small relief of 'the man responsible for the pregnancy is not shying away from it' in her. She brought out the strip test test she did and the corresponding result that proves she's pregnant.

Somehow, I felt the man in me that I can pregnant a lady but, at the same time, I was asking myself if I was actually ready for this. I took her to my house for another test in a nearby clinic because I wanted to be very sure. It proved positive again that she's pregnant.

What are we going to do next? I suggested she keep the pregnancy and let's forge ahead from there but, she declined it with the reason that she's not ready to be a mother at that time. She wants to build a career for herself before getting married and felt the pregnancy will keep her trapped from attaining her imminent career plans.

Obviously, she wanted an abortion, I thought. More attempts to convince her into keeping the pregnancy brought out the angry side of her.

I had a friend who's a doctor but, in another city. Having spoke to Dinavo, asking her how she felt, he gave the abortion procedures which we were expected to adhere to. It wasn't an easy time for me because, I was attending to her while carrying out my office dutie. All I cared for was her safety. I wanted her to be safe during and the post process of aborting.

I was glad standing by her in this period because, I love her and never wanted to leave her hurt.

Yes, it's true she warned me to be careful but, I was careless. She blamed me for everything she is passing through.

She would always say "if you had used your senses, you wouldn't have brought me into what I never planned".

All along, we spent every night together during this period but, never had sex because she was still feeling pained.

CHAPTER FOUR

Evacuation

She was beginning to show characteristics of first pregnancy, she insults me at every slight opportunity despite always showing her care and even serving her breakfast and dinner on bed. She will always refer to me as someone who doesn't have sense, why? Because I released inside her even when she told me she was ovulating.

It took us days to get the right drugs to administer on her, me especially, I went to different pharmacies in and around my area till I got one and gave to her.

However, I made sure she was in my house when taking the drugs but, before she did, she said some things that caught my heart and made me cry. She knelt down, cried while praying for the foetus. She said "God, please, forgive me what I'm about doing now, I'm so sorry but, I'm not ready for this pregnancy and to foetus in my womb, I'm sorry I'm sending you back to your Maker, I love you".

Having heard those words "I'm sorry I'm sending you back to your Maker", while kneeling beside her, tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably. It brought me back to reality that I really hurt her.

Having seen her swallow the drugs, I told her to stay at home and I will be back early than usual from work. After calling her to know how she was faring, subsequent calls were no longer connecting. I became scared of what might be happening to her. Though, my boss wasn't aware but, he never allowed me leave the office even after seeking for permission to leave early. Throughout my stay in the office, I was worried.

When it was time for closing, I rushed out of the office for home still calling her phone but, it was not connecting. All my thoughts were "God, please, let me meet her alive.

I got some fruits for her because I felt she may need them. At about 18:00, I got home and rushed straight to the bedroom where I saw her lying down with her eyes open, to my relief. I went straight to hold her but, she pushed my hands away in anger that I left her home since morning. I tried explaining to her that my boss couldn't allow me leave for home early as planned. She even refused my oranges.

All she was concerned about was she hadn't seen the effects of the drugs she took since morning and asked me to call the doctor who prescribed the drugs for us. She confirmed adhering to the procedure when asked and explained how she was feeling.

While she was still on the phone, she dropped it and rushed to the bathroom, maybe that was the blood we were expecting to come out from her. She stayed inside the bathroom for some minutes before coming out, making attempt to pick her bag and leave, without saying a word to me. I begged her not to go because I felt I'm still supposed to be around her till the next day morning. She refused and said that she was supposed to be at work the next day, so, she was going home to get prepared.

The strength she used in pushing me away from the door that even got me wounded on my upper right arm, I had never seen her with such. I ran after her but, the more I tried getting hold of her, the more she was ready to create a scene. I gave up chasing after her but, throughout that night, I couldn't eat and each moment I remember the way she left the house, my eyes became wet.

The next day, I called to check on Dinavo and she revealed that she is not sure if the drugs really worked on aborting the foetus. I could not start trading blames but, if she had listened to me the previous day, she would stayed home with me that night.

We agreed to go for scanning and it showed the shape of a foetus still in her womb, although, the doctor knew we had tried aborting the pregnancy and told us we should go for complete evacuation of the foetus for her (Dinavo) to be safe.

Each time I look back today on what transpired between us then, I appreciate myself for standing close her, despite it being that, i carelessly put her in that condition.

I recall telling her that she need to be appreciative because I stood with her, I never denied her. But, each time I say this, she rebuffs it, asking me who was supposed to take care of it after getting her pregnant? "You don't have sense", she will always say.

I began searching for a medical facility that can arrange the evacuation procedure for us, towards the day we finally aborted the foetus, we always went to most medical facilities together so people could think we are married. I understood she can't walk into any of these facilities seeking for abortion drugs or evacuation processes alone, for being shy or the depiction many would make of her.

Finally, I got a place and told her. She followed me there and the price was booked for us to come back the next day which was on a Sunday. I told her I would go to church first before coming to meet her and we go for the evacuation but, surprisingly, she subtly pleaded that I forsake going to church for that day so we could be there early and get it done before midday.

The next day, I went straight to the clinic while she came in later. There's a way she carries her lips when showing you she's not in a good mood but, just pretending things are okay. As she was, I've known her to some extent so I didn't bother saying much than to welcome her. As usual, she gives me a stern looking face and ask me questions when needing to be cleared. She's always reminding me through words or looks that I'm the one that brought her into this.

"Where's the doctor"? She asked. Always calm when talking or replying her, "I've not seen him yet, I heard he will soon (she interrupted). "But, you should have called him. Don't you have his number"?

After calling the doctor, he told me he was on his way. We met other persons on queue waiting to see the doctor, so,we had to wait for our turn when he came.

I was not allowed to go in with her when she was signalled to come into the theatre. My heart was panting while waiting for her at the waiting section. I could hear her scream from where I was seated. That was to say the process had begun. I almost shed tears.

It took about 45 minutes to evacuate the remains of the foetus in her womb. My face was covered with my hands facing down, I was just thinking what if something goes wrong with her but, I kept faith because I prayed from the house, seeking God's forgiveness and intervention.

I was brought back by the voice of the doctor who told me to go inside and console her. I went in and saw her in pains and felt more bad for what I had put her through. Each attempt to touch her and say sorry, she pushes my hand away. We stayed there for an extra thirty minutes before we stood to take our leave. I helped her with the bag but, she collected it when we got to the door. Yes, before leaving, we thanked the doctor who wished us well as we left for her house.

CHAPTER FIVE

The Separation

It wasn't easy for me while with her, constant talking and quarrelling, reminding me of how senseless I was. I was hungry I had to leave the house for her to find what to eat, though, she was cooking, even in her condition.

I came back and ate, stayed with her for a while before she asked me out of her house for not enquiring from her what the doctor had done and told her while she was in the theatre. It's something I would have asked I know but, the hostile environment she created made me held on to ask her, hoping to do so the next day.

With a stern looking smiling face, she said "Kingsley, leave my house. We've been here for more than two, three hours and you never bothered to ask me how it went inside the theatre. I can't believe I allowed myself to be put through these by you. Please, leave".

I tried explaining to her but, she didn't want to listen.

This is one problem with Dinavo, she gets angry easily and whenever she does, just let her be for a while and go back to her. I left and came back the next Sunday because she was supposed to travel to go see her parents for Christmas.

She stopped picking my calls while with her parents, it happened often and I had to reduce the rate at which I call.

I was surprised to see Dinavo's call after some weeks, she's back from her travel. She called for me to meet with her and take her home which I did. However, she was still the Dinavo I had known, the quick to insult Dinavo. I was tired of her constant insults, telling me every time that I dont have sense but, the reason she came home with me, I don't understand. Maybe, she missed me.

She even came with scissors and a tape. She told me how she went to see her ex when she traveled. I was beginning to lose interest in the whole thing and she noticed it. When I asked her why she came home with a scissors and tape, she said "I want to use it to measure your sense". It made me laugh but, the feeling of being careful with her was emanating already within me and my interest in her keep going down.

During the pregnancy, I remember when she told me her house rent will be expiring the next February, she was indirectly suggesting to me if she should bring her belongings over to my place. She brought it up like three other times but, I wasn't interested in that. I felt it is appropriate for a man to meet the parents of a lady he wish to marry, pay her dowry before bringing her into his home.

The last time she came to my house and discussing like we use to, she observed that I was no longer interested. I told her her constant insults, quarrelling were things I couldn't cope with. I may end up beating her someday, and that's something I don't want to ever do, to beat a woman.

She told me, "after giving you my all, after loving you, you are leaving me this way". I felt guilt all over me, especially putting into consideration what I made her pass through. I should have had a second thought. Maybe, she would have calm down with the insults. I know she love me.

Gradually, we began losing communication till we lost it completely. I believe she's doing fine wherever she is right now. Sometimes, I call just to know how she was faring. She picks but, sometimes, she does not.