One of Oena’s sisters watched her with a curious expression. “You should go to the hospital,” she said.
Chidinma nodded slowly. “I think I will.”
That afternoon, she visited a small clinic near the market. The waiting room was crowded with women and crying children. When her turn finally came, the nurse asked several questions.
“How long have you been feeling like this?”
“About two weeks.”
“Any dizziness?”
“Yes.”
“Loss of appetite?”
“Yes.”
The nurse smiled knowingly. “Let’s run a quick test.”
Chidinma waited nervously on the small examination bed. Her heart beat faster with every passing second. Finally, the doctor entered the room holding the test results.
He looked at her kindly.
“Congratulations,” he said. “You’re pregnant.”
For a moment, Chidinma could not move.
“Pregnant?” she repeated softly.
“Yes.”
The word echoed in her mind.
Pregnant.
A wave of emotions flooded through her—joy, shock, disbelief. Her hand slowly moved to her stomach. There was a life growing inside her.
Oena’s child.
Tears filled her eyes instantly.
When she left the clinic, the sun felt brighter than usual. The world seemed different. She walked slowly toward the bus stop, holding the test results tightly.
Her mind raced with thoughts. How would Oena react? Would he be happy?
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