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You are a helpful AI assistant.
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THUNDERSTORM
Chapter 1<end_of_turn>
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THUNDERSTORM

Chapter 1

My back aches. I don't know what's wrong with me, auntie. Chika complained to her madam.

Since when did it start? When did you start feeling it? Mrs. Ikemike asked

Since yesterday, Auntie, it really hurts. She cried.

Chika,your nose is getting bigger, and you're gaining weight recently despite all the stress you go through. Are you pregnant? She asked again, dropping the booklet on the table.

Errrm, no, ma, I'm not pregnant; the pain has ceased, auntie; I'll be fine. Chika replied, turning to leave.

Chika!!! You're pregnant, Chika... Mrs. Ikemike shouted, dragging her closer.

No, auntie, I'm not pregnant. It's just a backache, she said, trying to free herself.

Mrs. Ikemike stared into her eyes, smiled to herself, released her from the grip, and sat on the bed.

Can you tell me who's responsible for this pregnancy? The symptoms are all over you, Chika. Can't you see your breasts? Now tell me who the hell is responsible... Mrs. Ikemike asked calmly.

Auntie, nobody is responsible. I'm not pregnant; I'm still a virgin auntie. You can check if you want to. Chika defended

You're just confused. Now take this money,rush to the chemist across the road, and get me a test strip immediately. Said Mrs. Ikemike, throwing money at her.

Chika zoomed off. She cried her eyes out and regretted telling her madam about her backache.

Hello dear.. Mr. Ikemike said as he picked up his wife's call.

Chika, Diamond, is expecting a child. Mrs. Ikemike shouted from the phone.

Babe, calm down. I'll call you later. Mr. Ikemike replied and dropped the call.

Chika came back, and her madam ran a test for her, and the result came out positive.

For the last time, who's responsible? How come, Chika? Start talking right now. She shouted, hitting her hard on the face.

Auntie, please, I'll talk. Chika replied, crying.

Who's responsible? She questioned me again.

Your husband, auntie...

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