CHAPTER 9 Turbulent Weather For Sarah

The radiant rays of the sun gently stirred her from her slumber, coaxing her away from the realm of dreams. Reluctantly, she emerged from the depths of sleep, cocooned within her warmth and comfort. However, her tranquility was swiftly interrupted by the resonating voice of her father, a gentle disruption that marked the beginning of a new day.

"How are you, dear?" he inquired, his concern lacing his words. "I'm sure you enjoyed your day yesterday." Her voice carried a sense of gratitude as she acknowledged his sentiment.

"Indeed, Dad. Thanks," she replied, still wrapped in her blanket, drawn closer to her father. The bond between them was undeniable, a connection that transcended the years and embraced the present moment. Yet, there was something more on her father's mind, a revelation he was eager to share with her. "Anabel, I have something I want to tell you," he began, prompting her curiosity to deepen. "Okay, Dad," she responded, leaning in, her attention fixed on him.

"Anabel, I love you so much," he confessed, his words infused with genuine affection. "And please, I want to get to know your boyfriend." Her eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. "Daddy, are you now supporting me in having a boyfriend?" she queried, her tone a blend of skepticism and intrigue. "I am not, dear. I care about you," he assured her, his concern palpable.

"Dad, you know the ups and downs of my last relationship," she reminded him, her history intertwined with lessons learned. "I never hid anyone from you, so why the sudden insistence on finding someone new?" Her inquiry held a hint of frustration, a plea for understanding. "My dear, I know," he acknowledged, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "But life goes on, and besides, I've noticed something. That guy who was assisting your friend in designing the house... I sense some chemistry between the two of you."

His words struck a chord within her, revealing a truth that she had perhaps been reluctant to confront. "Has he ever expressed his feelings to you?" he probed gently. She paused, her thoughts drifting to the shared moments and unspoken emotions that had passed between them. "Dad, well, I have nothing to hide," she confessed, her vulnerability laid bare. "We are both in love, but I'm still afraid to give him my all."

Her father's wisdom resonated as he offered guidance amidst the uncertainty. "My dear, let's entrust everything to God," he suggested, reminding her of the higher power that often guides the twists and turns of life. "Or do you still wish to experience heartache again?" His question was both a caution and a plea for her happiness. "Not at all, Dada," she responded earnestly, her determination apparent. "That's my girl," he said warmly, a touch of pride in his voice. "You know, you're still my baby girl, no matter that my 'baby girl' is now 31."

A fond embrace enveloped them, a tender moment that bridged the years and reinforced the bond they shared. "So, now you're off to work for today?" he inquired, returning to the practicalities of the day ahead. "Yes, Dad," she affirmed, a sense of purpose in her response. "Alright, then. Let's both head to the poultry and see how your dada's business is growing," he suggested, redirecting their focus to a shared endeavor.

"Definitely. All thanks to Tommy, he has assisted you so well," she acknowledged, her gratitude evident. "Yes, my dear. I'm truly proud of him," her father agreed, his admiration for Tommy's contributions evident. "Well, he just went through a breakup with his girlfriend. He looks so thin and despondent," she added, her empathy reaching out to a friend in need. "That's unfortunate," her father concurred. "How is he doing?"

"He's getting better. I've advised him to move on," she shared, her concern for Tommy evident in her tone. "Alright, Dad. Let me go get dressed, and I'll meet you downstairs," she announced, ready to face the day's activities. "Okay, but make sure you put on that high-waisted trouser with your turtleneck top," he playfully instructed her. "Dada, you mean my turtleneck?" she corrected with a laugh. "Yes, dear. I love it when my damsel showcases her divine, beautiful body," he teased affectionately.

"Dad!" she protested with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. As he closed the door behind him, she began her preparations for the day, a mix of emotions swirling within her. Little did she know that the events that lay ahead would lead her down unexpected paths, testing her resilience and unveiling the intricacies of love, friendship, and the unpredictable journey of life itself.

As Anabel descended the stairs, her presence drew the attention of her mother. "So, where are Dad and Daughter heading this morning?" her mother inquired, curiosity coloring her words. Anabel shared the plans for their visit to the poultry, her enthusiasm palpable. Soon, her sister Lisa and Lisa's boyfriend emerged, their impending flight adding an air of excitement to the morning. Warm farewells were exchanged, hugs shared, and wishes for a safe journey echoed in the air as they departed.

In the midst of these interactions, Lewis, Anabel's brother, made his appearance. "Good morning," he greeted, his words accompanied by a leisurely stretch. Anabel's playful response invoked a jovial nickname, and their banter provided a glimpse into their sibling dynamic. "Hip Hop on my foot. That's why you never made it to the top with those nonsensical songs you all sing," she teased, their exchange reflecting the familiarity and affection that characterized their relationship.

"Mom, you don't want me to be a celebrity?" Lewis quipped, his tone laced with mock concern. His mother's reply held a mixture of wisdom and playfulness, encapsulating the dichotomy of maternal guidance. "It's left to you," she responded, emphasizing the autonomy of his choices. The conversation shifted to Lewis's attire for the day, with his father asserting his preference for a more polished appearance.

"Put on a responsible outfit, or else you won't be coming along," his father advised, a touch of authority underlying his words. With the family's dynamics and individual personalities on full display, they set out on their journey, embarking on a road that would lead them to unexpected twists and turns.

Their route took them towards the farm, a scenic journey that spanned an hour and unveiled the beauty of the surroundings. At the entrance, the gatekeeper greeted them with fluency in English, dispelling any preconceived notions of cultural stereotypes. "Wow, his English is quite good," Lewis commented, prompting a reminder that appearances can often be misleading.

Tommy, a figure known to them all, welcomed them with respect and warmth as they arrived at the poultry. "Good morning, sir," he greeted, acknowledging Anabel and the rest of the family. The camaraderie between Tommy and Anabel was evident as they exchanged pleasantries, the familiarity of their interactions reflecting a history shared.

"It's been a while since you've visited the poultry," Tommy remarked, a note of sincerity in his words. "Yes, Tommy. Work has kept me occupied, but we've missed you," Anabel responded, her words echoing the sentiment of the family. They embarked on a tour of the poultry, the scale of its operations and the thriving environment leaving an impression on them all.

The hens, robust and healthy, showcased the fruits of Tommy's labor, while the pond boasted an abundance of large, vibrant fish. Anabel's appreciation for Tommy's efforts was evident as she commended his work. "You've truly done an exceptional job in maintaining this poultry. I'm proud of you," she praised, her words sincere and heartfelt.

"It's my pleasure, ma," Tommy replied humbly, his dedication to his role evident in his response. Lewis chimed in, extending his gratitude to Tommy for his contributions. "Thanks so much," he expressed, acknowledging Tommy's impact on the venture. "You're welcome, bro," Tommy responded warmly, the camaraderie between them apparent.

The hours passed as they explored the poultry, immersing themselves in the thriving environment and the sense of accomplishment that permeated the air. The aroma of a fish barbecue filled the surroundings, a testament to the hard work and care invested in the enterprise. Amidst the camaraderie and shared appreciation, Anabel's phone rang, interrupting the idyllic scene.

"Sarah, how are you doing?" Anabel's voice carried concern as she greeted her friend on the other end of the line. Sarah's distress was evident as she explained her need for Anabel's presence. "Anabel, I'm not fine. I need you to come to my house," she implored, her words weighted with urgency. "What happened? Are you sick? Should I stop by the pharmacy?" Anabel inquired, her concern deepening.

"No, it's more than that," Sarah replied cryptically, leaving Anabel's curiosity piqued. "Okay, I'm on my way," Anabel reassured her, a sense of duty propelling her into action. With a hurried goodbye to her family, she hailed a bike and embarked on a journey that would take her into the heart of her friend's turmoil.

Upon her arrival, Anabel found Sarah in tears, her distress palpable. Seated beside her, Anabel extended comfort and support. "Sarah, what happened?" she asked gently, urging her friend to share her burdens. Sarah's voice trembled as she revealed the weight of her predicament. "Anabel, I'm pregnant," she confessed, the words laden with a mixture of emotions.

Anabel's initial response was one of elation, envisioning the joy that such news could bring. "Wow, that's amazing! Why are you crying? I'm sure your boyfriend will be over the moon," Anabel reassured her, attempting to alleviate Sarah's distress. However, the truth Sarah had yet to reveal cast a shadow over the moment.

"I'm finished, Anabel," Sarah repeated, her words heavy with despair. "I have two bad news." Anabel's curiosity deepened as she urged Sarah to share the unfolding story. As Sarah revealed the truth, Anabel's emotions oscillated between shock, empathy, and a determination to support her friend through the turmoil.

"Wait, you received a breakup message from him today? How? Why?" Anabel's questions reflected her incredulity, struggling to grasp the abruptness of the situation. Sarah's account painted a complex picture, one filled with twists that left Anabel reeling.

"I received a breakup message from him today," Sarah reiterated, her voice conveying the heartbreak she was experiencing. Anabel's sympathy was evident, her heart going out to her friend. "Anabel, I'm sorry to say this, but... the child is not his," Sarah's admission hung in the air, a revelation that left Anabel speechless.

Lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, Anabel contemplated the implications of Sarah's words. The possibility of double dating, the search for the identity of the real father, and the web of emotions that had led them to this point left her in a state of disbelief. "So, who is the lucky man then?" Anabel inquired, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern.

"I'm sorry, Anabel. It's Harrison," Sarah confessed, her admission heavy with regret. Anabel's reaction was a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "Come on, Sarah. That guy isn't right for you," she protested, her concern for her friend's well-being evident. "And you didn't tell me? Double dating and not sharing it with me? That's a reason to celebrate!"

Sarah's protestations and explanations followed, revealing the complexities of her relationship with Harrison and the choices that had led them to this point. "Anabel, it's not what you're thinking," she implored, her words a plea for understanding. Anabel, however, was determined to uncover the truth and address the situation head-on.

"Okay, then. Enlighten me," Anabel urged, her resolve unwavering. As Sarah began to share the story of her involvement with Harrison, Anabel's thoughts raced. The spontaneity of their relationship, the hidden moments, and the emotions that had taken hold left Anabel grappling with the implications.

"So, you had sex with him?" Anabel's question was pointed, seeking clarity amidst the confusion. "Or did he have sex with you?" The revelation hung heavily in the air as Sarah confirmed the intimate encounter that had taken place during their trip to Spain.

Tears welled in both of their eyes, emotions raw and unfiltered. "This is a disgrace, especially at the office," Anabel's voice carried a mix of disappointment and concern for her friend's reputation. Sarah's remorse was evident, her distress reflecting the weight of her actions.

"Sarah, you engaged in unprotected sex? What possessed you that night?" Anabel's inquiries were a mix of incredulity and concern for her friend's well-being. She struggled to reconcile the choices Sarah had made with the person she knew her to be.

"And how did this even happen? You two barely spoke on the plane or in Spain," Anabel's confusion was palpable. "So, what transpired between you two?" As the truth unfolded, Anabel's disbelief remained, her inability to comprehend the rapid evolution of their relationship evident.

"I can't believe this. You see where it's led you?" Anabel's frustration was apparent, her tone reflecting her disappointment. "And you think he's the right person for you? He's not up to your level, Sarah. Nor is he up to the task of being a responsible partner and father."

The gravity of the situation was undeniable, and Anabel's thoughts drifted to the implications that lay ahead. "How many weeks pregnant are you?" she inquired, seeking to gauge the timeline of the pregnancy. "It's been three weeks," Sarah revealed, prompting Anabel's concern to deepen. "That's progressing fast, Sarah."

As they deliberated the options that lay before them, Sarah's suggestion of abortion invoked a strong reaction from Anabel. "Never, Sarah," Anabel's voice held a note of determination. "Abortion is not the answer. We won't take a life to cover up a mistake."

Sarah's revelations continued, including the revelation that Harrison was already married. "Harrison has a wife?" Anabel's disbelief was evident. "Does he have children?" she inquired, seeking more insight into the situation. The complexities of Harrison's life further complicated the narrative.

"Sarah, I'm disappointed," Anabel's voice conveyed a mix of sternness and concern. She assessed the situation with a critical eye, determined to guide her friend through the turmoil that had unfolded. "Pack your things. You're coming with me. We'll face this together."