'How many times will I tell you to leave my man alone?' Sophia yelled at me.
I was on a ward round when she came into the hospital in a captivating dress. She wore a gorgeous gown with a low neck both in the front and back, swaying her hips like a model, possibly to attract attention.
Her words pierced my heart like an arrow. I was visibly shaken at the hallway in the hospital. This is not happening to me. Some of the nurses heard her including some patients.
There were gigglings everywhere I turned to. Her voice was disturbing. What will people think?' Doctor Derin is a husband snatcher' so they will say. The rumour will soon spread like a wild fire.
'Oh God, please help me'. I spoke out
'How on earth will God help a demented lady like you. You are pathetic. Men are no longer attracted to an old maid like you.' Sophia started to crack up to my annoyance.
My face changed, I grew bold and wild, furrowing my face and fearing nothing, I rushed at her and smacked her face twice.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. How could a medical doctor result to fight in a standard hospital? She rubbed her cheek and looking at me, her countenance distorted. She rushed at me and pushed me into a corner, my head hit one of pillars. I screamed in pain.
I looked but it seems as if no one was around. The two of us were left alone. I was able to endure the pain, saw a rod lying a little far away, I moved over there and picked it up.
She cried out, 'Dont you dare use it against me'
'And if I do?' I replied, my voice seemed to open at last.
'You will lose your reputable job and land in jail. You better watch out or else you will live to regret it.
But I don't seem to care.
'I'm ready to go to jail and forfeit my profession. What am I living for? You've taken my man away! I have nothing!' I growled.
'You are insane, and I will advise you to be careful. Don't do it.' She screamed.
It was like a demon had taken me over. I could not stand it anymore.
As I raised the rod up to smash her with it. I heard a familiar voice screaming from a far.
'Derin!!! Derin!!! Derin!!!' He called out my name thrice. It was a warning sign.
I turned to see him running to meet me but I was bent on hitting Sophia with the rod In my hand.
Before I could do so, I saw him wrestled it from my hand and later saw the rod in his hand. Looking at him in amazement, it became my love, Isaac.
'Thank you sweetheart for saving me from the hands of this evil demented foolish, old maid. I know that I can always count on you.' Sophia hugged him so tight.
I broke out weeping bitterly. How could Isaac do this to me?
'Hey Derin, I did this for you, believe me please!' Isaac declared.
Then I woke up from my deep slumber. I had fallen asleep in the hospital in my office during my break time.
Oh my God! It's a dream! I was happy and smiled. Thinking again, I became sad. The picture of Isaac and Sophia holding each other was quite disturbing.
But before I could think further, Dr. John's call came through.
'I have been waiting for you!'
'I'm on my way to you.' I said as I adjusted my dress to go to him. I believe Dr John will be a great help to me. Sometimes we need to have a good friend to talk with about our pain. A matured person who is not in competition with you. I believe that I can trust him as I walked to his office.
My spirit was worried stiff. My breathing became abnormal. I started to cough. I had to return to my office to get a good grip on my emotions. I wondered what was wrong with me. My system had changed.
Worry is not good at all. No wonder we are told not to be anxious nor worried about anything but to pray about everything.
But sometimes you cannot but be nervous. I went to the fridge and sipped a little juice I kept there. I took water to gulp it down. This was to calm my nerves.
I brought out my mirror to look at my face. Wow, quite frightening. I opened my bag and got a mirror and powder to dab on my face, and applied a light make up to brighten my countenance.
I applied the breathe in and out method to calm my nerves. I felt better than ever.
Dr John will be waiting for me no doubt.