Chapter 140

Miguel's pov

They want nothing to do with it?

The baby is now an it, no longer a her?

I sat still on the ground without knowing what else to do.

Where do I start from all this?

What could have gone wrong between us? 

How did things get sour?

"Miguel what's wrong?" mother ran towards me.

"It's over mom, it's over," the tears freely flowed down my face without stopping.

I don't care no more, I just don't care about anything else.

My mates no longer want me in their life, no more do they want their baby.

"What's over Miguel?" mom looks confused "where are your boyfriends?" she looked around to check for them, but I know it's futile because they're not here anymore.

"Mom they left me. It's over,"  I sobbed on her shoulders as she gave me a back rob.

"Shh," she consoled "it's not over darling. It might be a prank the played on you like the last time. You don't have to worry your pregnant self about stuffs like that."

I also thought of their words as a prank, but the looks they gave me made me know perfectly well it's truly over.

It won't be okay, things will never be okay.

*

It's been three months since I and mother left Haji town. Father stayed behind so he can work and help us with whatever we might need at the new town we now live in.

We would have gone to Seattle like I've always planned to whenever I complete high school, but it doesn't do anything for me.

Ever since my mates left me, I've lost all interest in this world. Nothing moves me. Nothing except for the first time I felt the kick of my baby.

That day was my first time smiling after my mates broke up with us( I and my baby).

It makes me know am not alone in this world. My mates might have left me, but they left something precious to me; my unborn child.

"Miguel, " mom called out to me when she returned from work.

She works as a nanny to the kind couples who took us in when no one else was willing to do so.

They took us in and requested mom work for them as Payment of the house rent. Mom agreed because it's a win win arrangement.

Mom got a job the first day we came here, but that couldn't be said of me who've been looking for a job for three months now without success.

"Am in the room!" I called out in answer.

The place we live in is a two bedroom apartment with a single toilet and bathroom which works out for us because we're only two living here.

"Did you order for anything?" she walked in slowly because of the big box she's carrying.

" No. I didn't," I look at the box she's carrying " what's in there? " I slowly stood up from the bed.

It might have just been four months, but my stomach is still small, yet it's as heavy as a person who's nine months pregnant.

Mom always jokes of the possibility I might be carrying more than ten babies.

" I don't know," she dropped the box on the table " I found it outside our door when I came back. Someone must have dropped it when i went out."

" Are you sure it's ours?" I look at the box " it might be our neighbors, I didn't order anything."

We don't have enough money to buy the basic necessity talk more of one to spend on something as big as this package.

For a month now Father haven't sent money because the means of doing that was blocked when the post man fell ill more than a month ago.

" It's not our neighbor's. Last I checked none of them answers Miguel."

" Miguel?" I look at her in question " this box was delivered in my name?"

She nods before proceeding to open the box.

In it was various things. Ranging from canned preserved food to baby things ( all girl's).

" Do you think Father was the one who sent it?" I took up the ten thousand dollar bills I saw on the box.

" It might be, " mom looks like she doesn't believe it, but agreed nonetheless.

"He must have found a way to send thing to us," she brings out the baby stuffs and takes them to my closet.

Actually, calling it a closet is an insult to it because there's nothing in it save for the few clothes I took with me the morning we left Haji park; a park I will never see till I die.

"I highly doubt it was dad who sent these things."

I look at the box and all the things in it. This doesn't look like what father will do.

Father is mostly a money man, he gives you money to buy whatever you want with it, he won't do so himself.

"Why do you say that?" mom raised a brow in question.

"Think of this mother. Aside from the fact father out gives money and never buys anything, the baby clothes makes it more prominent Dad didn't send this. Dad wants a grandson not a granddaughter.

It doesn't make sense he will send females clothing instead of the males."

Dad hates it whenever I tell him am pregnant of a daughter, he loves addressing my stomach as if talking to a male.

He always talks of us being his precious lovely baby boys.

 Mom nods "I also felt the same," she continues arranging the clothes in the wardrobe "he might not be the one who sent all this, buy certainly the person who sent it have our happiness in their hearts."

" What if it's poisoned?" 

" It's not darling, trust me on that."

Mom says those words as if she knew who sent those things but decided to keep it a secret.

"Where's the paper you saw my name written on?"

the paper will at least give me an insight of where these things were sent from.