Dear Chioma,
My name is Shade, I graduated from University of Jos, before my admission into the university I have visited Jos twice to spend holidays with my Aunt who works with the Federal Ministry of Health. I fell in love with the town and decided UniJos will be my first choice when filling up my JAMB application form.
While in school I met Fatima, she is kind, caring and took me like a sister,she came all the way from Zaria, we clicked immediately and stuck to each other like glue. In my third year I met Charles a final year student, we started dating, Fatima didnt seriously date anyone until after youth service when she met Ibrahim a handsome Banker, he was 10 years older than her and after dating her for 6 month he proposed to her, at this time I kept bugging charles about settling down but he said he needed to put certain things in place before considering marriage, I was so angry I ended it with him.
Two months after I was at Zaria for Fatima's traditional wedding, Ibrahim is from an influential family and it showed, the wedding was spectacular. Everything was fantastic and expensive down to the cutlery set and exquisite floral arrangement, the band was superb, it was a carnival theme and we all had fun. I did my bit as her best friend, making sure I lend a helping hand here and there. Though I was tipsy from too much red wine but stayed put until the last guest left, Fatima and Ibrahim left an hour ago to a part of the house left for the newly wed to spend the night alone until dawn when they will fly to their honeymoon destination, Ibrahim's dad has made all the arrangements.
I was so tired, I yawned and stretched, took off my shoes and walked barefooted to the guest quarters. I was still tipsy, I entered the room reserved for me, closed the door but didnt bother to lock it. I took off my clothes and bra, jumped on the bed with only my pant on, the ceiling was twirling....
I must have dozed off, am not too sure for how long I lay there but I woke up to find a figure standing not too far from the door, my head was pounding, the image was blurry so I lift my head a bit and squint harder focusing on the image, gradually it became clear and I was gazing at the face of the intruder.
It was Ibrahim!...I noticed he was totally transfixed, I followed his gaze and it landed on breast, oh my God! It dawned on me, I have just my pant on. In panic I jumped out of the bed, grabbed the sheet to cover up, my head was still pounding and I staggar, quickly he rushed to my side and held me preventing me from falling, stammering an apology he quickly explained that he came back to this room to get something from the wardrobe but didnt realize I was sleeping in here, he explained that Fatima's mom kept some of their stuff here. Behind him on the wall was the clock, its 3:00am, I shifted my gaze back to him, his face was too close and he still held me.
His breath reaked of alcohol, I tried wiggling away but somehow landed on the floor face down, the sheet slipped off, I turned trying to grab the sheet again but Ibrahim was now on me, fondling and kissing, I did struggle but the alcohol has taken its toll, I was too weak, out of breath I gave in....
This happend four months ago and up till date I have not menstruated, I have told Ibrahim, he begged me not to get rid of it and promise to care for the baby as long as I keep the paternity a secret from Fatima, I am in love with Ibrahim, he has been so good to me since after the incident. Am comfused, please I need your advice.
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