Part 5

Rob & Di continued…..

(At the hospital)

Di was transferred back to the general ward. She was stable and doctors were happy with her progress.
A week later she was discharged home.

Rob collected her from hospital.
“Lets go home my love, the days are dim and dull without your presence”
Di: Hehehehe! Wena love! Makgoa ba bua nnete ba re you don’t know what you ve got until it’s gone.
Rob: Tlhemma ke tlhoahaletse my Queen, you are my happy button, fa o seyo something switches off.
Di: I am sorry mogatsaka , it has been a hectic past few days. I was almost gone ka nnete.
Rob: Ke bona hela gore gongwe ke baakanye magadi jaanong , life e ntshupegeditse gore it’s touch and go.
Di: I need to spend a few days ko lwapeng , to just get the feel of home. There is so much peace there.
Rob: Ao babe,o mpolaisa loneliness some more.. Aish banna! gorileng o batla go anya? Ga ke robale sharpo o seyo, I get nightmares.
Di: Ruri go anya! That’s so gross. Talking about nightmares, Waitse I don’t know if I was dreaming or not.
Rob: What happened?
Di: A ko o mpolelelele, the times you were visiting in ICU, o ne o bua le nna or I was hallucinating?
Rob: O ne o nkutlwa? Kana o ne o sa tshikinyege! ampore o ile! The thought of it scares the hell out of me.
Di: There is something strange that I caught from your voice , something along the lines ‘ke batile go ipolaela mosadi’.. was it a dream? Did you say that?

Rob panicked. He needed to divert this conversation, this is not the time.
Rob: Nne ke rialo love, You remember nne ke go tsentse stress when you told me about the pregnancy, ke akanya hela gore it contributed to the loss. That day o ledile mo go tlhomolang pelo. I found you asleep when I returned, the pillow was soaked with your tears, matlho a rurugile, melomo e omeletse.. shems!
Di: Ke eng o ne o sa ntsose? Wa loa Rob. Anyway we fight to make up right?, what matters is peace and harmony. We did reconcile that day.
Rob: I love you and I am sorry
Di: O ratwa ke nna.
Rob kissed her hand and held it for some time while the other was on the steering wheel.
Rob: Ke dire jang? Drop you straight home or we go to the apartment first?
Di: Drop me home mothowame, you will bring along what I need.
Rob: You word is my command.

They arrived at Di’s parental home.

MmaDi; Alilili! My Princess is here!. Welcome home kgarebe yame! pelo yame e tshweu tshweu!
Di: Thank you mama.
She smiled and looked shy.
MmaDi: Sit here next to me ngwanaka.Dumela mogwe, a le a tsoga?
Rob: Re a tsoga mma.
MmaDi: Re a leboga. Tla ke go irele tee o tshware mowa.
Rob: Nnyaya mma, tanki, Nne ke bata go ya go tsaya dilwana tsa ga Di go ise go nne lefifi
MmaDi: ehe, go siame ngwanaka, you will have tea when come back.
He winked at Di and signaled that he is leaving.
Di: Go sharpo. Di responded hardly audible.

“Mama waitse ke tlhoka go sidilwa maikutlo, Ke tlhakatlhakane hela, dikakanyo tsame di a ntsietsa” Di told her mom.
“Go botlhokwa ngwanaka. Ke ta go pata re ya ko go ba ba sidilang maikutlo, kana ga twe psycho what what?” She responded looking at her with a tinge of worry.
“Psychologist mama,” Di couldn’t help laughing.

She spent a week at home with her parents. She improved significantly and was smiling more since her sessions with the psychologist started.

She returned to her apartment at the end of that week, not that she missed it but had to continue living and accepting what happened.

She found the place looking almost exactly how she left it. It didnt show that Rob ever tried to at least sweep the floor. Bachelor tendencies. She decided to do general cleaning to get her mind off things.

She moved furniture around , rearranged her decorations. New life, New feel.
She proceeded to clean the bedroom and noticed the pregnancy stick was still by the bedside table,she picked it, the sight of it brought back the pain of loss, she had tears flow again. She wondered whether to discard it or keep it. Will she ever forget? She chucked the stick into her memory box and closed it.
She tidied up and swept under the bed, something caught her attention. A pill sachet, “what is this?” She picked it and read ‘cytotec’.
“Uhu, was Rob sick and didn’t tell me, when?” she thought to herself.
She took her phone and searched the name on the sachet.
Search Results : also known as misoprostol, it is used to reduce serious complications of stomach ulcers while using NSAIDs and can induce abortion.

She sat on the bed. Does Rob have ulcers? Was he sick recently?NSAIDs ke eng? Maybe it’s better she waits for him to clarify. Induce Abortion? It was unpleasant to come across that term again, she wants to forget but there are so many reminders.

(That Evening)
Rob arrived late at home, he found Di busy. “Hey love, wa bo o ta ipolaisa go bereka e le gone o tswa spatela.I was going to call the laundry lady to come and clean, I am sorry you found the house a mess.”
Di: it’s okay, this helps me get my mind off things. I needed to rearrange the place anyway.
She remembered,” love, o kgona go lwala o sa mpolelele?”
Rob: What do you mean?
Di: I mean o nna le di- ulcer o sa bue.Stomach ulcers
Rob: What are you talking about? I don’t have stomach ulcers or whatever ulcers.
Her mood went down under, if not ulcers then the Abortion? Wait, she is the one who had abortion. Who brought these into the apartment if not Rob?

She started rethinking that day she miscarried , It all came flooding in her head
‘He went out, Came back happy and made her drop her guard. They ate and had drinks,She suddenly just fell asleep and woke up bleeding. There is an abortion pill sachet under her bed. Rob had talked about “getting rid of it.” There is some smoke here..she needed to find the source of fire…

She asked him,”Rob did you induce my pregnancy loss?”
“What? Babe! What are you talking about? How can you say that?” He panicked.
“Would you tell the truth or would you rather have the police interrogate you? I have evidence,” she pushed on showing him a picture of the pill sachet she took.

He sat down. Silence. “Should he deny? She is not 100% sure, she can never be,” He thought. But then maybe she is right, he might negotiate his way out with her rather than the police.
He bowed his head down with tears in his eyes,”I ….I , I didn’t think it will go that far. I just thought you will lose the pregnancy and that’s it. I am so sorry, I did a terrible thing, if you report me to the police you are justified to but please have mercy, Ke a rapela,” he moved to kneel before her.

“Rob!you tried to kill me, and you killed our baby!” she said with a shaky voice amidst tears.
“Don’t say that Di, it crushing me…don’t you think I know that?” He said now sobbing. “I was naive, I was scared, I was selfish, I ruined us.Please love, forgive me, I went through the most painful lesson for the past weeks, if I could I would have reversed everything”

Di: O itse goreng Rob? I am not doing this with you. The police will deal with you, not me.
Rob: Intshwarele Di please, I know I messed up big time, I can’t live with myself.
Di: Ka re I am done listening to you, you watched me fight for my life, you watched me crumbling down for our baby, you watched my parents get worried sick while all along you knew you initiated all that. How can you look me in the eyes and tell me you love me after destroying what I stood for?
She went on hardly catching her breath ”I need to get out of here, I can’t stand the sight of you.Give me the car keys”
He handed over the keys with no protest.

Di left him there on his knees crying. He had run out of ideas.He wondered if she is going to report him, whether she is going to tell her parents, whether it’s the end of their relationship……
if only he could turn back the hands of time.

*fiction

PART 6.
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# be wary of telling her to “get rid of it”

#herbodyherdecision