TWENTY EIGHT: DANGER?

[Shaira’s POINT OF VIEW]

It's been two months, and my baby bump is not yet recognizable. I can still wear my blouse. I don't need to buy new clothes. I still have the old ones, the ones that I wore while I'm pregnant with Tamra. I still have ample time before Tamra's end of class. I searched for those dresses that I mentioned a while ago. I was busy fitting the dress when my timer buzzed.

I have to go now. While waiting for my child, I saw Hera sitting alone. Her face is gloomy as if she's into war. She must be thinking of something serious. She didn't even notice that I had taken the seat next to her.

"I wonder what's running in your head today," says I.

From staring at the bush in front, she suddenly turned her head on me, and out of nowhere, she stamped her feet.

"I think my husband is cheating on me," says Hera.

What? So, that was the reason for her grumpiness today? I guess they had a lover's quarrel.

"What made you think so?" I asked her.