"He's not at home. He has gone to work." Sarah whispered.
                          
"I will go and call Andrew then."
                          
"He had gone for the interview that he's being called to." Sarah said weakly. "I'm fine now." She opened the faucet and took water with her palm and used it to rinse her mouth. She rinsed her face and turned to face me. "I'm okay now." She smiled weakly. Her face looked very pale and her eyes were red.
                          
"No." I shook my head. "You don't look okay. What is wrong with you?"
                          
"You shouldn't be worried about me, not in your condition."
                          
"I need to be worried, Sarah." I interrupted. "You are not feeling fine and you are telling me not to be worried. Now tell me. Are you pregnant, Sarah?"
                          
"What?" She looked shock but I could see the fear in her eyes. "What are you talking ab..."
                          
"Talk to me Sarah. You are pregnant, aren't you?" I said seriously.
                          
She looked down, sniffing on the tears that were escaping her lids. "I am Farah. I am pregnant." She said, looking up at me. "I'm so sorry."
                          
"No! You shouldn't be." I said, blinking back the tears that were filling my eyes. "I'm not angry with you." I said, pulling her into an embrace.
                          
"Please forgive me." She whispered hoarsely. "It wasn't my intention. I'm so sorry."
                          
I pulled her away. "It's okay. I'm not angry with you. I mean it."
                          
"Just forgive me." She insisted.
                          
"I forgive you."
                          
"Thank you." She sighed. "I need to go back to my room."
                          
"Really? Is that it?" I was surprised. "We haven't even talked about your pregnancy."
                          
"I don't intend to keep it."
                          
"What?" I was shocked. "Why?"
                          
"It doesn't have a father."
                          
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
                          
"I mean the father of this pregnancy doesn't exist." She said seriously.
                          
I frowned at her. "Are you telling me that you didn't sleep with a man before getting pregnant?"
                          
"Of course I did."
                          
"Then tell who the father is." I insisted.
                          
"I...I can't." She looked so afraid.
                          
"Why can't you tell me?"
                          
"It's complicated."
                          
"What is complicated about me knowing who the father of this pregnancy is?"
                          
"I'm not having this child anyway, so there's no point in knowing."
                          
"Why don't you want this child?" I asked, getting angry. "Why did you get pregnant in the first place when you knew that you wouldn't take care of it?"
                          
"I've told you before, Farah. The father of this child doesn't exist."
                          
"I don't want you to abort this pregnancy. You could die in the process and I don't want to lose you too. Please Sarah, don't do this to me." I said as my eyes filled with tears.
                          
"I can't have this child Farah. You don't understand."
                          
"If you don't love the father of..."
                          
"I love him, and that is why I'm carrying this baby. I love him more than you can ever imagine."
                          
"Then why do you want to abort this pregnancy? Does he not love you back?"
                          
"He loves me too, but he has a responsibility."
                          
"What responsibility?"
                          
"Just leave me alone." She shouted and ran out of the bathroom and into her room. I hurried after her and went in with her. She started pacing about. I stood there, my arms folded on my chest as I glared at her.
                          
"Sit down." She gestured for me to sit on the bed. Since my body was getting weak, I went and sat on it.
                          
"You know I won't leave you alone until you tell me about this pregnancy. I want to know why you don't want to have this child." I looked up at her.
                          
She came and bent in front of me, taking my hand into hers. She looked very unhappy and scared. She dragged in a deep breath before she continued.
                          
"You still have no idea about who the father could be?"
                          
I laughed. "How do you expect me to..." Then it came to me. "Sam?"
                          
"No."
                          
"Then who?" I asked, still smiling at her.
                          
"Philips."
                          
The smile vanished from my face.