At that very moment, I hated that man so much I could very easily have strangled him right where he was standing.
“But, sir, you didn’t have to come over to my house, when I’m ready for your deal I will come to you!” I just barely restrained myself from yelling at him.
“So, when do you plan to come?” He flashed me that stupid smile of his as he ran his lustful eyes all over my body, mentally raping me in the process.
“When I’m ready I will come, please, please, leave…”
“Rosemary, who is at the door now? You are just standing there, let the person come inside now,” I heard mother’s voice say to me from behind.
“Good morning, mummy Rosemary,” the stupid man stepped inside the compound. That was when my mother saw his face and realized he was the one at the gate.
“Ah, doctor! Good morning, sir,” my mother greeted excitedly. She felt proud the doctor had personally come to our house.
“I didn’t know you were the one at the door, how are you this morning, sir? Hope no problem?” mother asked him.
Mother turned to me. “But, Rosemary, why did you keep the doctor at the door instead of letting him come inside?”
“No, mother, he was…he was just asking…”
“It’s okay, mummy Rosemary, she’s just a child, I was the one who was asking her questions actually,” he came to my rescue. “I was on my way to the office and I decided stopped by to see you.”
“See me? Hope no problem, doctor?”
I started to tremble all over. Every pore on my body started to ooze sweat. Is this man here to expose my secret? God! I’m in big trouble!”
Inside my head, all manner thoughts were running riot. What could this man possibly be up to? Why has he come to our house to see my mother? Is he trying to get me into big trouble because I refused to part my legs for him? So many thoughts running through my head, so many questions begging for answers.
I stepped aside and let him come inside. Mother, too, was already walking towards him. “This is unusual, doctor, hope this is nothing serious,” mother asked again. She’d become naturally apprehensive.
“No, mummy Rosemary, it’s nothing serious,” the man responded. “It’s about your daughter,” he said. I immediately felt a loud bang hit at my chest. My heart was racing like hell. Is this man actually going to tell my mother that I’m pregnant?
“Please, come inside and sit down,” mother said to him. I was terribly eager to hear what he was going to say, but I was also praying hard that he wasn’t planning to say what I thought he was planning to say.
“Thank you, mummy Rosemary, we can talk here, its not something that will take much of time.”
“Okay, then, if you insist,” mother returned. “So, please, tell me, I’m really worried, what is it about my daughter?”
I was trembling where I stood. I could feel sweat oozing from parts of my body. As mother waited for his response, she stole a quick, worried glance at me, wondering what in heavens name could the doctor be talking about.
“I told your daughter about a test she has to do, its like a general test that will tell us the kid of malaria she is having, but it is a little expensive,” the doctor began. “I asked her to tell her father about it but she said her dad may not be able to afford it that she would just manage with the drugs I gave her. But I think she needs to come for the test, its very important.”
I heaved a huge sigh of relief. I was thankful to God that its not what I feared that happened. How would I have wriggled my way out of it? What would I have told my mother? Would I have said the doctor was lying against me?
“Is that true, Rosemary?” mother turned to me. “You did not even say anything like that when you returned from the hospital.”
“It’s because I did not want to bother you and father about it, but I will be okay.”
“But the doctor said the test is important, or didn’t you hear him just now?” mother reacted. She turned to the doctor, “So, you want her to take the test now, doctor?”
“Yes, I do. But first, let her come over to the hospital so the nurses will check her up and then we determine the exact type of test that will do and tell her how much it will cost.”
“Okay, doctor, thank you. So, when do you want her to come to the hospital?”
“Today, if possible. The earlier we do it, the better,” the man answered, a satisfied look on his face. He has played a fast one on me. He wanted to get me to come back to see him and he had succeeded.
“Rosemary, did you hear that? So, when are you going to go to the hospital?” mother asked.
“I will be there tomorrow in the morning, I have some things I need to do today,” I answered.
“Like what things?” mother fired at me.
“Don’t worry, mummy Rosemary, tomorrow is still okay. If she can’t make it today, let her come tomorrow,” the doctor agreed. My mother thanked him, promised I would be there the following morning and he took his leave.