Your Gaze is the Culprit

This is Adah´s story. A girl misinformed that thought she was pregnant.

Adah closed the door of her house and left for the world. No one could stop her. The conviction of her act cleared all possibility of doubts.

What is the ideal place to travel after a dispute? An excellent question, Adah did not have time to answer it. She left in her not-old-fashioned Vocho.

The gasoline needle marked the fuel deficit seven minutes after leaving.

“Please, could you help me get further away!” said Adah.

In response to Adah’s request, the Tezzaco gas station appeared after two more minutes of travel.

Adah parked at the gas station and proceeded to lower the window glass. A man approached with the face of having had a bad day. Adah anticipated dry attention. The gentleman, very kind, asked her what fuel she was interested in. Surprised at the change in attitude, instead, with her battered anticipation, Adah emphasized the amount of fuel:

“Sir, I wish for Premium fuel. In the amount required to come to understand my desire to flee.”

The man did not require more to begin his work.

While the tank was filling with fuel; At the convenience store out front, Louisa came out. She was carrying a newspaper and a coffee. Who drinks coffee at noon?

Adah saw her almost immediately.

“What I was missing. If Louisa discovers me, she will alert Grandmother to my location; even she may try to dissuade me from running away,” Adah said very quietly.

If you’re wondering how Louisa knows about Adah’s situation, she is a friend and Grandma follower. A follower on social media. Yes, Grandma knows how to use those things.

Adah slid her body down from the seat and raised her voice one level to the bottom. She started to ask the gas station man about Louisa. Adah began to a conversation to be like another person filling the tank.

“Excuse me, Sir, does the lady in the white blouse and long brown skirt frequent this place? Excuse me asking you, I found you attractive,” said Adah.

“Well, you see, the teacher’s name is Louisa. Yes, she frequents this place; but I don’t know what happened today that she was late in coming,” said the man from the gas station.

“I guess she had a busy morning,” Adah commented on following up.

“Sure. If you like, I can call Louisa and give you a formal introduction,” said the man when he saw Adah’s follow-up.

“No, no, please. I’m suspicious; I’ll look for Louisa later. Thanks for the suggestion, you’re very kind,” said Adah.

“Whatever !!! Your tank has been filled,” the man closed.

Adah paid for the service and left for the outskirts of town.

Adah’s stomach seemed to conspire against her as she screamed at her to stop for food. Adah resisted as long as possible until she passed a small park where hotdogs were the food stalls’ specialty.

Adah parked and headed to the concession stand that advertised only hotdogs. She ordered a double serving to keep her stomach calm enough. After eating the first one, Adah slowed down. Raising her face, she appreciated a scene where a boy shared a hotdog with what seemed to be his son. Adah asked the boys at the food stall for the man’s couple, and they told her that the mother had died giving birth to the child. Adah stopped the lunch ritual while continuing to watch the boy and his son.

“Dead! Is that something I want to repeat?” Adah thought.

“It does not sound attractive to me. I want to avoid it, but I want to do it for myself. Grandma does not have the authorization to enter into that decision, less to open my packages. Is Grandma trying to control me? It was my first online order; maybe that caught her attention,” these were the ideas in Adah’s head.

Adah paid for her food and returned to the Vocho. Once inside, she stopped to think what bothered her so much that she left her house:

“The delivery man should not have given anything to someone other than me. Grandma was wrong to open the package. It was clearly in my name, not hers. I ordered the pregnancy test online because the idea of being observed by acquaintances terrifies me at the pharmacy. How much do I care about other people’s ideas? How likely is it that an acquaintance will be at the pharmacy at the same time as me?”

Adah had waited about nine days for the pregnancy test. She ordered it four weeks after thinking about Jeremy’s action.

She was worried about the effects of such an irresponsible and inadmissible gaze. Yes, it was a gaze filled with carnal desire and intimidating strength. Adah asked for the pregnancy test after she had a late period. Besides that gaze, nothing that touched and affected her so much had taken place. “It was him, it was his gaze, it’s his fault,” was Adah’s idea when ordering the test.

“No matter, I’ll go to Grandma, tell her my annoyance, claim the parcel agency, and I don’t care about others anymore,” was Adah’s expression before starting on the way back to Grandma’s house.

The grandmother was in the central garden, watched the street to see when Adah returned.

Adah arrived at her house, looked for the grandmother to communicate her annoyance and expectations, returned the car, and walked away.