I couldn’t react. I didn’t know what to make of what she’d said. I found it slightly amusing too. A faint smile appeared on my face but I quickly wiped it off.
“But I understand, sha, body no be wood,” she continued, sensing I wasn’t ready to say anything that would encourage her line of conversation. My husband’s personal lifestyle is not for public discuss and I wasn’t ready to break that rule now. “And I guess the fact that he’s not always here makes it normal that anytime he comes, he will want to…you know…”
“Aunty, what are we going to do now?” I shot at her, forcing her to return her focus on the issue at hand. “How do I deal with this situation? What do I tell MD when I come back and can’t do anything with him? Or do I cancel the trip altogether?”
Aunty smiled. “Okay, you tell me, what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know, Aunty, that’s why I’m asking you to help me here,” I answered.
“Okay, can we reschedule the trip to the clinic and do this another time so you can spend time with your husband?”
“No, no, Aunty!” I’d promptly replied. “I have to get rid of this thing as quickly as possible before MD would notice what’s happening and start monitoring me.”
Aunty was silent for a while, then, seconds after, her face lit up with excitement. “Yes, I’ve got it!”, she exclaimed with excitement.
“What is it, Aunty, what solution have you got?”
“The solution is a simple one; you will simply tell your husband when you return from the clinic that your period suddenly gushed out on your way home and it’s giving you severe menstrual pain!”
The idea seemed fantastic. Simple as it sounds, it was such a brilliant idea. How come I couldn’t think of that before? I was so relieved to know I’d finally found a solution to what seemed like a stumbling block to my getting rid of Jerry’s baby! And then, I suddenly remembered something, MD had an idea when my menstrual cycle came. In fact, I only just had one just about two weeks ago!
“Aunty, there’s a problem o,” I said quietly to my big Aunty friend.
“Problem?” she’d shot back. “What’s the problem again?”
I let out an exasperated sigh. “MD knows when my cycle usually begins.”
“He does? Are you serious?” Aunty Maggie retorted. She was surprised. “How come a man of his status, and one with two wives, remember to register such thing as his wives menstrual cycle?” she’d wondered aloud.
She turned to me again. “But are you sure he would remember so clearly that he would even begin to question its sudden flow?”
I nodded slowly in the affirmative. “I had my last flow just a little over two weeks, he would remember because he couldn’t touch me then too.
Aunty Maggie stared up quietly into space and then returned his attention to me.
“See, my dear, I don’t think we have any other option than to go ahead with the plan. All you will tell MD is that you don’t understand why the flow suddenly came again. And besides, it really does happen like that sometimes, don’t you know?”
I thought about it for a moment and felt she had a point. It does happen that way sometimes. But will MD buy the story? That remains the one million dollar question I don’t have answers to.
“Okay, Aunty, I think you’re right. You have a point,” I said to her.
“Of course, I have a point. So, can we get going now? If we don’t get to the clinic before dark, the doctor might not be able to do anything today.”
I rose to my feet. “Okay, then, let me go and inform MD we’re ready to leave, I just pray he won’t come up with any more excuse to stop me from going. Give me a minute, Aunty, I will be back soon.”
And I slowly made my way out of her apartment and headed to mine where MD was waiting patiently for me. What will he say? Will he believe my story when I come back later in the day with a bleeding pussy? One thing I know for sure, if MD gets to find out the truth, there will be war!
…to be continued