WE ALMOST HAD IT ALL Chapter 19 Nthato and Mandla were still - TopicsExpress



          

WE ALMOST HAD IT ALL Chapter 19 Nthato and Mandla were still listening quietly, both of them exchanging looks of confusion from time to time. Ruth noticed and carried on Few days after my husband and I spoke, I called her and told her what Patrice has said and she got very angry and shame I understood why,or so I thought. she said there was something she needed to tell me and again I dismissed her and assured her that she will get her full pay while she was on maternity leave and she insisted saying it wasnt about the money and was very important but when I sat down to listen, my husband walked in and she excused herself saying she just remembered that she had work to do. That same week on a Tuesday when she was due to leave, I found a note on my desk in the study and thought it could be the list of chores that I was supposed to give to her stand in helper so I pushed it aside and got on with work. My husband was sweeter than usual and kept asking when was the maid leaving so that we could have some alone time. He knew I didnt like to use the name maid but hed always say thats what they are called. I told him she was due to leave on Friday and he said he couldnt wait that long. I got a little confused and he must have seen my confusion because he quickly said he had plans for us that same Thursday so I then relaxed a bit but could still sense that he was not being completely hornets with me. Anyway the following day something strange happened, I was supposed to go to work but just didnt feel like. I guess my sixth sense was telling me something. My husband left early for work while I on the other hand woke woke up late only to find out that our helper was still asleep so naturally I went to check if she was ok because she was heavily pregnant by that time and when I got there I could not believe my eyes! I have never seen so much blood in my entire life and it was all over the floor and bed linen. At first I couldnt see where she was and just as I was about to walk out to try and call the police, I headed someone sobbing painfully and when I checked again, there she was, lying on a pool of blood next to the bed. I figured she must have fallen. I quickly rushed to her side and she tried to tell me something but all I could hear was...careful but when I asked her of what, she wouldnt say. I immediately went to call an ambulance but it took its own time to arrive do I decided to drive her to the hospital myself. In the car she was still trying to speak but her breath kept braking. The only sentence I heard was, dont let him die too. I was really scared and didnt know what to do. I phoned my husband and he said he was on his way. When we arrived at the hospital, she was quickly rushed into delivery room and I had no hope since she had lost so much blood but I kept praying that at least a child makes it. My husband arrived at the hospital moments later and asked what had happened. I told him everything I knew and told him that when i found her she couldnt even speak. He then said he suspected she was trying to abort the child I got surprised. How could one abort a child at eight months? It didnt make any sense but anyway, we both waited for what seemed like hours until the doctor showed up. He didnt look too happy. As I feared, she didnt make it but miraculously the baby survived. He was so tiny he had to be incubated for two months. Anyway, to cut the story short, I decided to adopt the child since he didnt have another family. My husband was not too happy but that wasnt his call to make so... Wait ma, did you say he, as in the child was a boy? Mandla queried and he hoped he had heard wrong but to his disappointment his mother agreed So could this be...no ma it cant be... Mandla allow me to finish But ma you told me...no! By this time he was pacing up and down only stoping to look at his mother and shake his head Mandla that is not the entire story...
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 20:00:58 +0000

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