"Come on, Laura, wait..." Paul tried stopping me for the umpteenth time but I kept on walking, I was happy with him at all and I would make sure I tell Frank when next we meet that he should warn his friend to stop talking to me.
Even if we meet on the road he should just pretend as if we don't know each other or have never seen each other before. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about his constant disturbance especially when I was on the rooad. Just imagine what he did earlier, he almost crush me with his car. What if I wasn't fast enough to change direction, I would have been in the hospital now or probably dead.
"Laura, I am talking to you" he said in a command tone like the spoiled rich child he was. If he had crushed me, his parents would have defended him and might just tell the people that it was an accident. They wouldn't blame their son, infact I might even end up being the person to be blamed by them.
Yes, it used to happen. When you find yourself in a legal case with the affluents, they would tend to use their money in order to protect themselves or their family from facing trial. They would bribe anybody they can and have the case won in their favor. And the poor would have nothing to do but to be patient or to embrace their fate. So many corrupt average citizens, securities, politicians, and even judges are everywhere. The only language they understand is the language of money.
If you have money today, it's as if you are on top of the world because no one can challenge you and win if you aren't stingy enough to not buy corrupt individuals that will help you win the case. That's why I used to despise the affluents, although not all of them are bad. People like Frank himself, he was a good guy. I am not talking about his parents, I didn't know about them. For all I care, they might the opposite of him. Probably no nonsense or strict.
"Fine, since you don't want to talk to me then keep on walking while the sun keeps heating your skin" Paul sarcastically said, not willing to back down. I had had enough of his words, and now all I think about was how to escape him. The only problem is, where should I run to? I wondered. If only I had come with my earpieces, I would have just put them on and block his noise by playing some songs at maximum volume. That way, the maniac would be pissed and he would find his way in no time.
"Okay, I am sorry Laura" he threw his cigarette away and exhaled the smoke he inhaled earlier. "I was just messing around with you, I am sorry" he continued, "Can you hop in now so I can give you a ride? You know you are my friend's... whatever, and I cherish you. Frank had been a very good friend to me for a very long time now. We have history together back then in the school and now, we owe each other a lot..."
He kept on talking but all I did was to ignore him. I didn't have his time, I really didn't have the time to waste on him. As soon as I reached my destination, he wouldn't see me again unless if he would follow me into the hospital building. However, if he does that I will run to Mrs Smith or the medical officers and complained to them that was being followed. I am sure they would respond aggressively and they would definitely deal with him.
"Ahh, alright then. Suit yourself. Bye!" he said and accelerated away, just as I thought. I knew if he gets tired of being ignored, he would definitely find his way. And I was glad it happened. I smiled and wondered how good it would be for me if Frank ignores all the girls around him, but would that ever be possible? Well, I don't really think so because he was the too kind type. He would never ignore anybody except if the person had done so much wrong.
Yesterday, Betty tried and successfully won his attention, turning me into a mere friend. I was so hurt, however my temper minimized the moment he expressed how annoyed he was with what she did, the stealing of his attention from me and also the disturbance. What surprised me more was how she wanted Frank to drive me home first with her before taking her to her own house.
Like seriously? She was really funny. She wanted spending more time with him alone, however that didn't happen outside the restaurant and I was glad it didn't. And so glad seeing how displeased she was when he dropped her in front of her apartment building. I hoped never to see them together again, and hoped to not have such an encounter again.
I know many would call it jealousy, but one certain thing is if you aren't careful enough, people will take away what you desired the most and turn it into theirs. I didn't intend to lose Frank just yet, no... not now. I thought to myself, just then I came across some children playing with kites. One of them was crying because her kite got stucked in an electric pole. "Careful, kiddies!" I warned her.
"Adult, look an adult is here" One of them pointed at me. That was funny, she was calling me adult. Well, it wasn't as if I wasn't an adult but I didn't really expect it.
"How are you, kiddies" I greeted them. They were obviously around four, five, to six years old and were so adorable.
"Fine!" They chorused. Thus, they begged me to help unstuck the stucked kite which I humbly did.
As soon as I helped them removed the stucked kite, they thanked me and left. Running after one another, while I smiled.
Shortly after, I arrived at the Cornfield specialist hospital and walked straight into the hospital building looking for Mrs Smith. Fortunately for me, after asking few nurses I was directed to her office.
"Laura, welcome... have a seat please" she said as soon as I stepped into her office. She was busy with some paperworks.
"Thank you, Ma'am" I politely said before pulling one of the visitors chairs facing her and sitting on it.
"Sorry I didn't come to see you in your house, I was in a hurry to come to the hospital. One of my patients needs urgent surgery, and I am among the surgeons to operate on him" she said focusing on the papers in front of her.
"Oh, okay... no problem. But what's wrong with the person, I hope it's not something life threatening?" I curiously asked.
"It's confidential, you are not supposed to be asking about other patients' health condition or record but, since this is your first time let me feed you a little information about the person's health. She's suffering from abdominal pain" she said as she stood to her feet with some x-ray copies in her hand. "I should be going now, I have some things to do but I would be back when I am done. You can either wait for me here or, in the waiting room. It's okay by me"
"I will wait here" I said, and just as she was heading towards the door I added to my response, "But if in case you returned and didn't see me, that means I am at my... I mean, in the waiting room." I had actually wanted saying at my aunt's ward but I had been warned to not bother her until she recovered, hence I changed my mind and said, in the waiting room.
"Alright then, see you soon" she beamed at me and left. She was really a good person, and the more I knew her the more I liked her. Very understanding and caring woman with a golden heart. Am I exaggerating? Well, maybe yes and maybe no.
Just as she left, I pulled my phone from my trouser pocket and logged into social media. It had been some time since I last checked my GreenApp. Thus, notifications were too much from different chats but being the kind of person I was, I only checked the chats of the ones I was familiar with.
Suddenly, Shirley messaged me with a good morning. Somehow she managed to notice I was online, or was she using the third-party version of the social media app that tells one when some of his contacts are online? Well, I can't really tell but it looks like it. Nevertheless, I responded to her greetings and we began chatting.
She asked about Aunt Vicky and I told her she's recovering, thus she apprised me that she and some other friends of Jessica would be paying us a visit soon, however they haven't decided when yet as some of them were still having hard time convincing their parents to let them set foot on Cornfield.
"Don't worry, when you are ready I would be glad to see you. Jessica too, I am sure of that" I typed and sent to her.
"Okay then, expect us soon. By the way, I have something to tell you, Laura"
"What's that?"
"We are relocation next month"
"What? Relocating to where?"
"To Vinewood, the breadwinner of our family has been transferred there. I don't like it but what can I do? I feel so weak, I am paranoid, Laura"
"Don't worry, Shirley, I think it's for the best. By the way, I have a friend in Vinewood. Her name is Naomi, we did college together and she's presently working at a company together with her elder brother"
"Wow, nice. I will make sure we talk more about her when I come. So, tell me... has Mam Vicky recovered yet?"
"Not yet, I heard she will soon recover"
"Ohh, but don't you think she's critically ill? She's been on coma nearly two days now, right? That's not normal"
"I know, right. But let's just keep hope and keep waiting"
"Alright then..."
Hence, we continued chatting until suddenly, Mrs Smith came back and we both had some talks. She then fed me a very good news about Aunt Vicky's health that she opened her eyes yesterday's evening and had smiled before shutting her eyes off again.
When I asked her if shutting back her eyes was a good thing and that if she would ever wake up again, she told me that was a good sign that the patient's body was responding to the treatment and that the body is recovering as fast as it could. "Like I told you before, she will be fine. So don't worry" she calmly said to me.
"Okay, ma'am" I huffed.
Just then she told me she has an appointment with someone and might not be able to stay long with me, however whenever she's back she would come and see me at home with whatever news she has for me. I then thanked her, after which we bade each other goodbye and I left.
I left the hospital without minding to check for Aunt Vicky. Well, I didn't actually see the need for that since I could get whatever information I needed about her health status from Mrs Smith. I trusted the woman, and I believe if there is any problem she would definitely let me know. For that reason, I had reason to keep bothering myself about checking aunt Vicky's ward.
Besides, seeing aunt Vicky in such a state... I mean, the state I last saw her isn't an easy thing. The psychological trauma, it would make you to be so worried about her condition even if the doctors tell you there is nothing to worry about or she would be fine. That was why I chose not to bother checking on her.
