Chapter 48

Sandra
Euniel thinks he is too important and everything is allowed. After using me as his spare wheel, he now tries to dump me just because of this girl with the angel face. I won't let it go no matter what. I came for a purpose and I'm going to make it happen whether he likes it or not. The last time I was at his house, we parted ways. He made it clear to me that he is not very interested in this relationship. He thinks I'm going to make his job easier by offering to separate us. If it's me he's waiting for, he can always run. I intend to stay in this relationship and whether he likes it or not, he will marry me and my plan will come true.
Yesterday evening, Euniel left me a message to inform me that he wants to meet. I await it with firm feet. In the evening, he finally shows up. Before he came, I already had an idea of ​​what our conversation was about. Accordingly, I prepared myself. When he arrived, I gave him a proper welcome. I was courteous and welcoming. However, I could sense embarrassment in his gaze. He was tense.
"How are you, honey? How was your day?" I ask him with my best smile.
"Yes yes! I'm fine, and you, how was your day?" He responds nervously.
"Yes, great! We had a lot of customers today at the company."
"So cool!" He stammers.
"I'll serve you food. You'll see, I made your favorite meal, you'll like it." I say walking into the kitchen. Despite her protests to prevent me from bringing her food, I pretended not to have heard anything. I go to the kitchen so then I start serving food to Euniel. I know he likes this dish, and I purposely concocted it to get him to eat when he came tonight. I come out with his 'Ndolè' dish accompanied by steamed ripe plantain. It is a local dish that is prepared with a lot of meat and large shrimp. This dish is very popular in our country.
I just put down the dish in front of Euniel who tells me
"You shouldn't have bothered you Sandra."
"Who told you that I'm bothered to serve you food? That's never going to happen. Remember, you're my fiancé and future husband, so it's normal that I take care of you. Don't is this not ?" I ask him the question while leering him aside. I see him be embarrassed, not knowing what to answer. He just smiles nervously. Euniel eats with relish. Despite the tense situation, he enjoys eating. I know him well enough to know he can't shun this dish. He eats until his dish is empty. However, there is an awkward silence in the room, but that is telling enough.
When Euniel has finished eating, I get up and clear the dish he ate from. Coated, I come back with a glass of orange juice. That's what he likes. I've studied this man so much that I know him well enough to know his likes and dislikes. During all these years of being together, I practically served Euniel. I cared for him like only a good wife would. I gave myself entirely body and soul in this relationship to please him, without expecting anything in return. The only positive thing he did in this relationship was to ask for my hand. I think he did it to thank me for the sacrifices I made during all this time. He was doing this in order to reward me in some way. Far from being an act of love, it was rather an act of pity. He had nothing to reproach me for. For him, I could be a good wife and a good mother. And that is what guided his gesture. Only, I do not see myself separated from him. After all the effort I've made to get to this level in the relationship, I can't and won't back down. It started, and it will end with me. It's not this little girl with the face of an angel who is going to put a spoke in my wheels.
I look at Euniel who empties his glass of juice. It is very uncomfortable. It was obvious that he was fighting a battle inside himself. He certainly doesn't want to hurt me by telling me that he wants us to break off this relationship. But at the same time, his desire is to separate us. However, it is impossible for him to tell me that he wants us to separate without hurting me. It will be inevitable. There cannot be one without the other. I know him well enough to know that what he fears the most is hurting someone, especially if that person loves him. That might be a virtue, but it's also its weak point. Indeed, one cannot do good all the time. There are times when you have to choose between doing good to yourself or to others. In these moments, logic dictates that we choose ourselves first. However, considerate and kind people like Euniel, they always end up sacrificing their happiness for their fellow man. But what they don't know is that no one deserves such a sacrifice. Man is by nature selfish. The same person for whom you sacrifice yourself today is the same one who will take the first stone to stone you tomorrow because you failed just a little and this, sometimes independently of your will. It is by knowing this weak side of Euniel that I will exploit it this evening. So I am firmly waiting for him to start this discussion to put my plan into action.
Euniel
I must admit that things are not so easy as they seem. Coming this evening, and even the previous days, I had in mind to tell Sandra of my wish to end our relationship, without wasting time and to turn back. However, watching her tonight full of hope for the future of this marriage, I feel so bad that I have to dash her hopes. She's a good person and doesn't deserve me to hurt her. She has sacrificed and given herself so much in this relationship that I feel ungrateful to have to end our engagement. I know she loves me very much and will feel betrayed after this. However, I can't help it. I'm going to go all the way. The wine is already drawn, better drink it to the dregs.
As soon as I finish emptying my glass of orange juice, Sandra gets up, probably to go and drop off the glass in the kitchen. But I stop his hand to stop him in his tracks. She raises her head slightly towards me, then tells me
"I have to carry the glass to the kitchen."
"I know, but you can do it later. Right now we need to have a talk, and that's very important." I retort in a firm tone.
"That much ?" She replies, looking at me in surprise.
"Yes and I would like you to take your seat. I have something rather important to announce to you. It may be..."
"Ah yes? Because I too have news to tell you. It's very important too." She answers me by sitting down on an armchair to my left.
"You'll tell me later. But for now, I've come to tell you that I..."
"I am pregnant!" She lets go of the news, cutting me off.
I remain silent for several seconds, trying to reassure myself that I have assimilated what I have just heard. Aren't my ears playing tricks on me? To make sure I heard correctly, I question her, my heart beating wildly.
"What did you just say?"
"I'm pregnant, you're going to be a father my love!" She starts again, with a big smile on her face.
"Shit!" I swear with the greatest disappointment I have ever felt.
"Aren't you happy to hear you're going to be a father?" She asks me worried.
"No, that's not it. I'm just taken aback. I really didn't expect such news. I don't know what to tell you about that."
"I know, but I thought you were going to like the surprise." She replies with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"And how long have you been pregnant? Did you just find out now, or is it a long time ago?"
"I found out last week. I had some discomfort and I went to see the hospital. So that's where he gave me a pregnancy test and it came out positive. Why did I Are you asking this question, is this pregnancy a problem for you?
"And is it today that you announce such news to me? Why didn't you tell me during all this time?" I ask her, feeling my anger escalate.
"I wanted to tell you and news, but there was no opportune time. You were busy all the time and the climate between us was quite tense. I was just waiting for the right moment to tell you about it."
"Never mind, you should let me know, whatever the reason. Besides, there are telephones, it's made to communicate when people can't see. You could have left me a message and I would have read it." I tell him in a reproachful tone.
"And you think the phone is a good channel to announce such big news as pregnancy? It's very important news that requires a special moment to celebrate it. Besides, why are you reacting so sort? Is that to say that you don't accept this pregnancy?" She asks looking sadly.
"That is not the question. I would have liked to have had my children in marriage and not in an accidental way." I answer without paying attention to the words that come out of my mouth. I realize my blunder only when I see the look of disappointment that Sandra gives me. She then says
"What difference does it make if he's born in wedlock or not? We're getting married soon anyway, unless you have other plans. And then, if you don't want to have kids outside marriage, you also had to wait until you were in marriage before having sex. And I hope for you that you have enough balls to tell this child when it was born, that you called it an accident .Because believe me, this child child will be born whether you like it or not."
I feel like my emotions are spiraling out of my control. So as not to make any more blunders, I get up to go out.
"Do you want to leave already? And the discussion you came for?" Sandra asks me, looking surprised.
I turn to her, I look at her for a short ibsta, then I conclude
"Forget it! I want to be alone!"
I turn and go back to the door to take refuge in my car. I hit the steering wheel of my car with my head, while exclaiming
"No luck! No luck!"
What am I going to do now ? What a joke is that? What am I going to tell Muse now? And to think that I was on the verge of my happiness?!