TIME BOMB LOVE *EPISODE-4 2 months later....i got 10-15 - TopicsExpress

TIME BOMB LOVE *EPISODE-4 2 months later....i got 10-15 missed calls per day for about a week. And gues who it was..... ofcos Cinkie, i couldnt answer becouse it was exam time and i couldnt afford to get stressed... 1 day i even met the basturd and he made that puppy face and i was like arggggh, o le ditedu jaana?. I hated his gutts. I do love older men and when they start flirting with me i assume they are single...give me credit i was immature then. I hate the fact that he was married, with kids, and still had the odacity to spark up a flirt with me... next thing gatwe re difebe.. One day i recieved a text message reading if you do not abort, i will make sure you fail grade 10.... i was like.....uhmm, nah he is buffing, what could he do, i already have the symester mark and i did good, how could i fail the exam, he has no hand in this.... 5 december... the day for collection of reports... i go with confidence and didnt even open the report card, i just gave it to mom and a few minutes later o feitse Nthabiseng! Go diragetseng? I was like whaaat? I thought that somehow he got in touch(i dont know how) with my symester mark and tempered with it... all i know was that he was responsible for this and that i was about to go to war with him. My mother was so down, a le depressed, i couldnt even tell her i was pregnant(9 weeks pregnant)... it was a festive season i never forgot. I started planning on how i was gonna take down Cinkie... the 1st attack i performed was calling his number at around 20:00 because that is family time... i used a separate number from the one he had and hoped the wife would pick up the phone.... I started calling, when i heard a male voice i hung up... i did this 3 times a night for 3 days, thats when one day the a female picked up his phone. Her: hallo? Me: ee o mang o araba phone ya motho wame? Her: heeeh metlholo, wa reng? Me: ha e sale ke bona gore Cinkie wa cheata a sa tlhole a tla go mpona ha a tswa mmerekong *backround noise heh wena mothusi, a wa jola #thwaaaa#, o dira masepa,motho ke yo o phonile a re o motho wa gagwe* Her: ke wena mang mma? (Me pretending to cry) Me: how could he do it, i gave him my heart for two full years, we were even planning to marry...nxla Then i hung up the phone and thought to myself, oh my God, what did i just do?? Im turning evil. I removed the sim card and started regreting what i had just done...but eventually it grew on me. After celebrating New Year i decided i wanted to tell my mother about my pregnancy status... i told her and all she asked was Rraagwe ngwana ke mang? Me: ha ke itse... Mom: Ngwanake, ke a go botsa for the last time neh! Rraagwe ngwana ke mang? Me: ha ke itse mama...ke robetse le batho ba ba ntsi, ha ke itse papa wa ngwana ke mang (I had to lie, telling mom the truth was going to break her in half) Mom: Nthabisengggggg! Nthabiseeeeng, mare o ne o naganneng o bulela batho dirope? Ke bone ba go feilisitseng..... a jaanong ngwana wa gago wa go gola a sena rraagwe? Me: le nna ke godile ke sena rre mos, and you never want to tell me how papa died (changing the topic) Mom: haikk ngwanake tota o ntatile, i hope wa itse gore ngwana ke maikarabelo jaang, and you are going to have to focus on your studies this year... a re tlogele tsotlhe ko go Modimo. The talk went well... schools reopened, i attended pregnant, with the belly showing... i never had friends so i lived my life on my own for the rest of my high school stay... Cinkie even once approached me and told me he would support the baby under condition that i do not tell any1 about him being responsible for my pregnancy...but i rejected and told him i would support the baby on my own. One day i went to do an ultra sound becouse i was curious as to wheather my baby was gonna be a boy or girl...The most painfully shocking day of my life...by that time i was 8 months pregnant. I was looking at the screen and i notice the shape of the baby.... a pretty awkward shape...before the docter could even start pointing... i then looked at his face and he also seemed surprised... I asked a ngwanake o siame docter?... he became silent and then replied Docter: ngwana wa gago ke mosimane, wa bona mochini wa gagwe ke yo.... Me: A ngwana wa me o itekanetse rra? Dr: ehhh, ha ke shebile sentle, your baby looks deformed..ha go bonale a itekanetse...ga a bopega sentle...but ke ngwana wa gago,you have to take care of him and love him,akere? I thought to myself...oh my Goodness, why me Lord... am i being punished for sleeping with a married man?.... Thoughts of suicide passed through my head, anger, pain, rage, every bad feeling known to men...but i knew i had to accept it About 3 weeks later i was at the hospital delivering the baby, i cried when the nurse showed me my baby, it was a sad year for me...i thought to myself if this could get any worse... And yes, you wont belive what happened next....... __________________________ *back at the group therapy Emanuel: nnyaaa iketle pele sister,wait, hoookha! bathong a re kolekeng di R10 ke ye go reka di popcorn, ekare story se tla gotela Therapist: eya lets take a 10 minute break guys Quewin: a nna ga le batle go utlwa story sa me? Ke na le Chick-phobia Emanuel: abuuutsi wehh, abuuuutsi! relax, bofa lephondo...uweee i cant dzeall __________________________ TO BE CONTINUED