025

Regaining consciousness, Zynah's eyes opened to Hafsa and Ramlah sitting beside her on the bed, and surprisingly, Mr. Aliyu sitting on a chair at the extreme of Ramlah's room.

"Zynah! Alhamdulillah, Zynah, you're awake." Hafsa squeaked, relief flooding her features as she embraced her tightly. "I was so worried."

"Ya Zynah, are you alright now?" Ramlah asked, her voice laced with concern.

Zynah managed a weak nod, her gaze fixated on no one else, but Mr. Aliyu.

"Why didn't you tell us you are pregnant?" Hafsa asked with furrowed brows. "Why didn't you?"

Realizing they had already found out about her pregnancy, she hung her head in shame. She really didn't want them to find out, especially since she wasn't going to be living with them. She didn't see the need to add to their burdens. "I'm sorry," Zynah mumbled, her voice barely audible.

"It's alright, dear. It must have slipped your mind," She smiled, reassuringly. "Why don't you stay the night here? You can leave in the morni—"