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He hung up afterward. What? Uncle Andrew was coming over to see me? That was a huge problem, and I was not looking forward to it. He was not a nice person and had probably been waiting for this opportunity to get on my nerves.
I only hoped he would not be able to do that. I had to think of it and fast. But come to think of it, who could have reported the matter to him? Pauline, probably.
Chapter Nin
Claire
Ididnotunderstandit. Who the heck were these people? Why were they here? It didn't make sense.
I was resting one day in bed when Jonah's relatives came to visit. Surprisingly, or maybe not, they came to see me first because I was the one they wanted a word with.
I opened the door and saw them all. According to them, Jonah's parents were not ready to visit yet. But they sent their greetings through those people. I didn't think they were very nice people either.
Jonah's uncle, Andy, was more of their spokesperson, and I hated his voice. He kept talking like a lofty individual, telling me how he kept himself chaste when he was much younger because he wanted a better future. I wondered what future he was looking forward to because he didn't exactly seem like a President to me.
I wasn't too nice to them either. I offered none of them a seat, no refreshments to calm them down. Instead, I stayed there, expecting them to do their worst. I wished Jonah was there with me because I was sure he would give them a piece of his mind, and mine.
"So what exactly are you trying to say now, sir?" I asked him midway through his long speech. I wanted him to go straight to the point.
"You are not fit for Jonah, our son. I don't know how, but you have to find a way to fix this. Either way, I don't think you both will be getting together because the family will not approve of it!"
I never smiled all through his speech. I looked him fiercely in the eye and told him not to shout at me ever again.
"This is my house, you all! You can't come in here and talk to me anyhow. And you can't shout at me either! So know your place or I'll take steps to fix this myself!"
I was angry. Nobody in the world knew how angry I truly was. I could not control it. They all looked shocked to hear me speak that way. They had all probably thought I was some type of meek fool who they could shit all over as they liked.
"Are you speaking to us that way? You saucy girl!" One of the members said to be. It was a grumpy-looking, middle-aged woman. I had never seen her before, and in all honesty, I didn't want to.
"Yes, I am. And yes, I can! You came to my house and started shouting at me. Why didn't you go to see Jonah first? Or you're scared that he won't care about you and ignore you completely?"
I could not believe that I was the one saying all that. I was furious, and I knew I could say or do anything when I was angry.
"You can't talk to us that way, woman. That will not make us agree to your union either, especially since you don't seem like a good wife material for him."
"Well, guess what? He believes I am good for him, and none of you can change that. I'm sure he'd sooner ignore you all than leave me."
"He won't. We are his family, and you are just…"
"The mother of his unborn child."
"Look, Claire. You are too young for him," one of the calmer persons there said. She was probably his aunt, I guessed.
"What? But that does not matter!"
"Baby girl, it does. Okay, how about this? After you give birth, he will take responsibility for you and the child's support. But you will have to go your separate ways after that."
"What? No! I want to be with him!"
"Look, Claire…"
After the conversation ended on a sour note, they all left. I reckoned that they were on their way to see him too. I wished I could go with them and see what Jonah's reaction would be. They were his family, after all.
One thing was clear though. I'd do anything for him. I'd let my family go. I'd ignore my parents for him. I'd do anything for us to work. I loved him so much. Maybe too much. Both ways, it wasn't looking too good.
After they left, I broke down into tears. It was too much for me. It was so apparent that I was about to lose Jonah, and I could not cope with even the thought. I loved him too much.
Naturally, I was an over-thinker. It was maybe why I coped so well with Jonah. We complemented each other perfectly, and I loved him so much. Now, all of a sudden, both our families were bent on ruining that union.
