My name was

Phillistine Phillips.

I was 19 years old when

my parents arranged my marriage

with a man who had

no interest in me.

I was a college student

at that time

whose dream was

to have a

government job

in the future

but my in-laws wanted

me to be a housewife

and my parents also agreed

as my husband

was in military army

with a very high rank.

Even though my dream

was scattered by them

they at least let me

continue studying

and I was grateful.

After our marriage

I became

Phillistine Phillips Paterson.

My husband's name was

Phillipater Paterson.

An extremely handsome

and gentlemanly person.

I moved in our new apartment

with him.

Phillipater soon had to leave

and I was left all alone

in our apartment.

He visited me very rarely

as most of the time

whenever he come home

he always stayed

with his parents most.

I never understood

the reason of it

and I never bothered

and only concentrated

in my studies.

He wanted to talk to me

but he was very shy

and the same goes with me.

We were like 2 pigeons

forced to stay

inside the same cage.

Even through all of this

I had one worry.

I was scared to had

any sexual relationship

with him.

1 part of me always said

that a shy person

like him would never

try to do anything like that

before developing

a decent relationship

and he was only 22

at that time so

there's no need for him

to have a baby so soon.

But I soon realised

I was very wrong.

One night he come back home

about what I had

no idea about

as we never called each other

or messeged each other

to talk.

We never really cared about

each other.

We were from 2 different worlds.

That night he was drunk

and repeatedly said sorry to me

while doing it.

It was my 1st time

so I had no idea

what I was going through

and the next day

when I woke up

he was nowhere

to be found.

Later I found out that

a war will be happening.

His parents informed me

that there's no guarantee

that he'll ever come back alive

that made me very frustrated.

I didn't want to

get pregnant

at that time.

Not with the baby

of a person

I barely knew.

But it was my fate

and I had to accept it

soon enough.

My in-laws and my parents

took me to a gynecologist

soon after

I started to vomit

and felt

various emotions

all at once.

I was at a loss of words

when the gynecologist

said that I was pregnant.

I had so many thoughts

inside my head that

I forgot to feel happy

about being a

soon-to-be mother.

9 months passed.

It was the day of my

monthly check-up.

The check-up went smoothly

and I headed towards

the road to take a taxi

to go home

when I spotted him

going inside

the gynecologist's clinic

with a woman

who had a little baby bump

much smaller than me.

I instantly realised

that the woman was

no other than her.

The kindergarten bully

who had always

been against me

and my worst nightmare.