CHRISTA CONFESSED HER LOVE TO THOMAS

Entering his apartment, Thomas put her on the bed then change her clothes into a nightgown he bought.

He then went and shower, and lie next to her taking her in his arms as he close his eyes.

Hearing the doorbell peeling out so loud and no one seems to be hearing it, " Christa pleaded for someone to open the door.

"Please somebody stop that noise, it is giving me a serious headache." When it continues, Christa slowly, crawls out of the bed, searching for the door, grumbling as she goes.

"What is so important that they could not return another time?" Opening the door only to see her dad standing in front of the door.

"Papa, you are here? Oh, Papa, I am so sorry for causing the family to go through such shame. Papa, please come inside, I want you to meet someone who you might like. He is so different from Paul.

You know, you already met him? But Papa it's your first visit here? So how did you meet him? Oh, Papa, I cannot go home with you not now anyhow but maybe later on.

Papa, try to understand, will you please listen to me? I am not unhappy I am speaking the truth."

Jumping at the sound of the loud cry, Thomas look around feeling his body trembling, only to realize it was Christa. She was dreaming and is very frantic.

Taking her in his arm, trying to comfort her but she keeps fighting and shouting. Being afraid she might hurt her hand hearing her screaming and shouting.

"I am not going with you, leave me alone, no, it's you that don't understand, I cannot leave now, I am pregnant and I love Tom."

Kissing her lips, whispering loving words, until her body relaxed and eventually calm down as he buckle her in his embrace so she will not hurt herself.

Feeling as though his world was beginning to form shape and blossom once again, just hearing her saying those lovely words.

Covering her quickly before she starts to sneeze, and her sleep is disturbed, as he gets her to settle down in his arms.

Recapping the few lines, he heard her saying while dreaming, 'Who was she dreaming about? And why didn't she want to leave with them?

Hearing she choose me and declaring her love and our baby. You have hidden those secrets from me but I will conceal them deep within. Allowing you to believe that I am unaware of your feeling.'

Closing his eyes once more, Thomas whispers, "I will be home for a few days, so we can sleep how late we want especially if you are in my arms like you are right now."

Opening her eyes, Christa realized that she was not alone on the bed, but her body was not invaded.

Removing his hand easily from on top of her, trying her uttermost best not to disturb his rest. But then she heard him mumble something.

Waiting for him to settle down but he pulls her into his arm nibbling behind her ear lope.

Whispering, "Good morning, come on you are tired, go back to sleep."

Afraid to answer, thinking he was dreaming, Christa lies still. Hearing him saying, "It's the first time I have wakened in someone's arms.

Three months we have been married already and we never slept with each other."

Beginning to become angry, Christa thought, 'Who, gives him permissions, to sleep with me, and why can't I recall when we reached here, wherever here is?

I remember when we leave the hospital and along the way, my hand was painting, but then I must have fallen asleep or something? If I recalled he also invited Dad to come with us, did he come?"

Listening closely for any sound or movements but none came. The room was very large and so was the bed.

"Is this where he used to bring his women friends when he was a bachelor. Feeling the churning in her stomach only thinking about it.

Christa felt her mouth springs up water. This time she dash out of the bed shoving his hand aside forgetting her hand was in a cast.

Confused about where the bathroom was or a face basin. Covering her mouth with her right hand.

Unable to reach anywhere Christa stoops down just a few footsteps away from the bed. Using her nightgown to collect the vomit so the vomit won't spill all over the floor.

Thomas sprinted of the bed going to her aid, seeing what was happening. Hearing her groaning as she keeps rocking back and forth.

Thomas pulled out the nightgown he had put on the night before and cover her with the blanket he had used before taking her to the hospital. "Stay right here, and let me fix you a warm bath."

'Why is he wearing the same clothes from when we leave yesterday? If this is his place shouldn't he have clothes? Is this a customary thing with him?'

The thought was even more upsetting causing her to bring up more bilious. Wiping her mouth with the nightgown.

Christa, stood up only to feel her body trembling and a dose of weakness overtake her entire body.

Sitting down immediately, Christa thought, 'I haven't eaten in five days, and today making it six, since the family dispute with Jerome in my room.

I also had no idea about the baby, but now it is not I alone, there is the baby to consider.

Leaning her head against the bed with he eyes closed, Christa whispers, "Oh Lord, if only I had someone to confide in, I feel so alone and hurt.

Errol always listens and gives good advice to me, but I could do with a hug from Papa.

But how can I face him when I brought the family so much shame. I can't begin to imagine how Paul must have conveyed the news.

And because he was so hurt he must have twisted the truth in such a callous and unscrupulous way that the entire village will believe him.

He left with such harsh words, but who can blame him, he was hurting, and I was the faulted one, I trampled on his love bringing shame to both families."