Experience To Remember #2

Disclaimer: Every story from this series is a creation of Ajibike Oyindamola, figments of my imagination and not based on any real life person(s). Do not use any part of this series without the writer’s permission.
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Experience To Remember

‘Lead us not into temptation and deliver us from evil.’

As she strolled out of church that Sunday afternoon, the only thing on her teenage mind was the concept of miracles and how they worked. She snickered at her pathetic situation. Following the happening of the other day, she’d become more religious than she had been weeks before. Her conscience knocked on the door of her mind every other minute and she felt weighted down.

As her father drove steadily along the Agidingbi area, she looked out and saw people going about their business. Oblivious to her own issue. The mother with the child on her back. The teenager with the odd style.

She hadn’t seen Jerry in days and neither had she talked to him. He had called a couple of times but she didn’t pick up. She wasn’t actually angry with him. She just didn’t know how to feel. Now she was one of them. One of those supposed non-virgins that couldn’t speak as they liked in public. She was one of those the church frowned on. The impatient ones. The opposite of the ones most mothers wanted their daughters to be.

She drew her scarf tighter over her head as if it’d squeeze out the voices airing her guilt. She’d played the scene of the other day in her mind like a hundred times, in slow motion and super fast too. But there was no wrong detail. Just the disappointment that came with getting the opposite of what she wanted. The tears started to well again and she wondered if the shame would be become public.

“Lara are you crying?”
Her mother asked, turning to look at her from the passenger seat. She looked away and stylishly wiped the tears.
“Something got into my eyes Mum.”
“Wind up the window then.”
“Yes ma.”
“Chai!” Lara exclaimed softly.
Her father had asked if there was anything wrong with her earlier that morning. On a normal day, she would have babbled. But her father expected her to do the right thing. He’d trusted her to. And she had done the opposite of that. She didn’t want him to hate her or scold her. Now she’d have to pay for it. So be it.

Two weeks later as she opened the printed result she got of the pregnancy test from the clinic, her heart threatened to burst out her chest. She gave a small gasp and burst into tears. The letter fell to the ground and she hugged herself.

She was not pregnant after all!

Yes! She believed in miracles. She cried bitterly, her occasion gasping sound sounded odd to her. The feeling was exhilarating. She had no shame to cover.
‘Not yet. Not yet.’ She murmured.
She fell into her bed and hugged her pillow. But so what? So what if she did have sex? So what i she enjoyed it? So what if she was curious enough to explore?  So what if it was an experience to remember? So what if God made us with emotions, of course we were meant to feel. So what if miracles do happen? In ways we never expect. So what?

‘Ding dong!’
She wondered who could it be. She got out of bed and opened the door.

There stood Jerry.

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