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Boma's gaze met the imposing figure before her, a man whose scrutinizing eyes seemed to delve into the depths of her soul. The room hung heavy with tension as he demanded an explanation. "What is he talking about?" His voice thundered, filling the room with an intensity that demanded attention. Summoning courage, Boma spoke, her words laced with a mixture of trepidation and determination. "I'm a student. Pregnancy will have a significant impact on my studies, so we decided..." "We?" His interruption was explosive, his accusatory gaze now fixated on Donovan, who was now being a silent pillar of support. "We are students," Donovan asserted, his voice carrying a firm resolve. "Pregnancy would undoubtedly distract us during this crucial time." Ronald's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized them both, an unsettling storm brewing within him. "What then is the point of a marriage? You both should have just waited until your graduation." He rose in anger. "I need to see you privately at
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The following day, Boma returned to school activities- studying and attending classes. She enjoyed the warm welcome from her three new friends. How time flew, she thought as they hugged her on sight at the classroom.These girls could not stand her before but now, all that was history. She liked that. After class the girls surrounded her, bombarding her with questions about her honeymoon. She was in no hurry to leave as Donovan told her they would be having lunch. Boma was not used to talking a lot and having many friends but she was starting to like the attention which she never had before. She was beginning to get comfortable with her new found situation. "It was great." She responded. That much was true, she thought as she met the eager looks on their faces. "Wow, your bad boy husband was a lot of girls' crush you know." Queen mentioned. Boma already knew that. "I know." She admitted and recounted the encounter she had at the girls' restroom some time back. The girls laug
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99 Following the information, Boma desperately sought a solution. The lunchtime rendezvous took place in the quaint restaurant. Donovan had chosen a discreet corner, perhaps to ensure privacy or maybe to shield their conversation from members of his fraternity. As Boma joined him at the table, the low hum of conversations and clinking cutlery surrounded them. Despite the seemingly casual setting, Donovan wasted no time reiterating his former declaration. "I hope you heard what I said before I left the car," he stated, his eyes searching hers as if for a daring reaction. He was fully prepared to counter such. Boma, acutely aware of the eyes of other diners, nodded solemnly. "But, I hope we don't have to...to do anything" she inquired, her voice hushed to match the private nature of their conversation. Donovan leaned in, his words measured, "Get it into your head that I've reconsidered things. Grandpa Ronald made some compelling arguments, and I believe it's time for us to star
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Boma left the confines of Donovan's house, boarded a shuttle to the estate's main gate and entered a cab leading towards the nearest pharmacy.She prayed that Donovan would return the following day so there would be no chance of trouble.The pharmacy bustled with muted activities, a symphony of hushed conversations and the occasional clatter of medicine bottles. Boma, acutely aware of the prying gazes around her, moved through the aisles with a delicate blend of urgency and discretion.She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with fellow patrons or pharmacy staff. The last thing she needed was to cross paths with someone who might recognize her, someone potentially connected to Donovan.Wilberforce Island was small and students often knew each other or someone who knew someone. Everyone was connected in some way. And the connection ran deeper the longer you were in the school. She had a bit of luck because she was in year one.The air of anonymity the pharmacy provided became her
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The room felt oppressive as Donovan's stern gaze bore into Boma. His voice, low and foreboding, sliced through the air like a blade, giving her no room to stall. "I said start talking. Where are you coming from?" he questioned, the weight of his authority laced in every syllable. Boma, feeling the gravity of the moment, stammered, "I... I just went out for..." she thought of what to say but there was no forthcoming explanation. "I went to...I went to...to..." Her voice broke off as he rose and began to unbuckle his belt., impatience etched in every move. "Maybe you think I'm playing here." He said as he pulled it off the loops and folded it in half white she took a step back from him, her chest hammering with fright. "I asked you a simple question. Where were you? Where the hell are you coming from?" "I..please, I went to.." He took a step forward and she took one back. He spoke as he continued approaching her while she kept backing away in fear, her eyes starting to mist up. "P
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102 She didn't dwell on the depressing thought for long. She apologized to herself for contemplating suicide. She thought of the world and how wide it was. Everyone had one challenge or the other. She would have to deal with hers the best way possible. She didn't know how to spark that change but she decided to be hopeful it would come. And then perhaps she would get to live a more peaceful life. With those encouraging thoughts she stopped crying. Donovan returned in the late morning hours. He brought food as promised. His demeanor was stoic. She stayed wary of him. He seemed like a stranger to her. They shared the meal at the table in silence. Boma wanted to kill the unsettling air and searched for a topic to converse about however briefly. "I know it's still early but did you have your test yet?" She asked. He regarded her with skepticism. He seemed surprised that she would care about his activities after what happened between them the previous day. "Yes." "How was it?" "F
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Harry did a good job explaining the literature course she struggled with as well as some general social science courses she was forced to take as a year one student. She thanked him after the class and he graciously acknowledged her thanksgiving. Afterward she exited the hotel ready to attend the next one. Once she was home, Donovan called her to ask about her day. After their talk he inquired about any difficult course so he could get her a private tutor. Since she already had that covered and for free she said she was fine. He said he missed her and ended the call. After class the next day, her three friends surrounded her and handed a list to her. They had been carrying out word of mouth survey of what students wanted and Boma was thrilled to receive it. She hugged the girls closely. She didn't have to be so affected by their gesture since it was because of Donovan but she was. She knew it was because their action was touching. "We did it for you, not him." Queen said. "Thank y
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Seated beside Donovan in the backseat of the car, Boma felt the oppressive silence engulfing them. Phillip steered the vehicle, navigating the island streets with an air of detachment. Boma chose silence, fearing any utterance might trigger Donovan's simmering rage, ready to erupt with the slightest provocation. She had grown adept at navigating the storm of Donovan's temper, but today felt different. His anger seemed unrestrained, an unpredictable force that she struggled to comprehend. Donovan, in the throes of frustration, drummed an impatient finger on the seat, his narrowed lashes revealing a tempest of fury as he stared out the window. Boma cautiously assessed his mood, silently beseeching that the tempest within him would subside. Perplexed, she couldn't fathom the cause of his wrath. Attending classes to better herself was hardly an offense. Wasn't he the one who suggested getting her a tutor? Now, with an unexpected opportunity arising, his ire flared against an activ
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