Alaran seemed indifferent about her infertility. He went about life as usual, caring for her and giving her everything he could.
“You are not welcome here,” she regarded him with cold eyes, “I thought I made that clear the other day.”
That evening, she chose his merry moment to spill the beans. She felt that might cushion the effect of what she was about to tell him. After exchanging some pleasantries, she went for the kill and spilled everything.
“Look who we have here,” she smiled warily. “It is quite an age.”
Alaran celebrated her virginity elaborately. Palm wine flowed freely. Food was in abundance. Her father and mother beamed from ear to ear.
At the time I met my sweetheart, at Tito’s cousin’s birthday bash, she was kinda seeing this bloke who seemed like a great guy. She had decided, after her last break up, to take things a bit slower, and that went well until I met Juwon.