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Mr. Nich is hospitalized, what happened?, Maybe that's the reason he hasn't been online, is it so serious, I kept on asking myself several questions but who would answer them.
Mr. Gomez's voice kept on resounding in my head, I wished he had said more. Here am I feeling abandoned, not knowing that my lover is battling with his life at the hospital, I know locating him is impossible and it possibly outside the country, visiting his house is the worst option.
I don't even know his address neither am I ready to face that lady. I walked home feeling emotionally down, his memories afresh in my mind. I was already judging him for leaving me, for not caring to hear from me, I have falsely accused him of not caring, I felt like a devil knowing the one I have been accusing is in a bad state.
Oh Lord, please save this soul just for my sake, I prayed silently. I got home and walked into my room like I have been drained, I laid on my bed and slept off.
I woke up to see that night has fallen, my stomach grumbling and begging for food. I made way to the kitchen to atleast prepare something to eat.
I decided to make spicy spaghetti, funny how I never eaten this type of spaghetti from anywhere. I learnt it from my mum and most times I wonder if she initiated it herself. After some minutes, I was done cooking, I dished out the portion I can finish and then carried it to my room. One thing I love doing is eating while sitting on the floor, it makes me feel a kind of satisfaction and makes the food taste more delicious, also one thing that makes me love food the more is the type and color of plate, I love doing that when I was a child, my mum would tell a story how I would not stop eating because of the plate till I can't move again, I felt like it's a child's thing, but even as an adult I found myself still doing such, I'm so picky when it comes to the plate.
When I was done with the food, I opened the contract I was given, to know if I can handle there conditions and terms. The conditions were really favourable and nice, I was happy to get such job opportunity, atleast something has brighten me up. I stood up from where I was sitting and walked towards Mr. Nich's drawing, I have a favorite drawing of him. A drawing of him in the pool, I love everything about the drawing.
'Please don't go away,' I said to the drawing. I felt like I was communicating him soul to soul. My phone rang and I left the drawing to know whom the caller would be, surprisingly, I opened my mouth widely seeing the caller, it feels like it's been ages, why would she been calling me? I had already forgotten everything about Kamara. I decided not to answer the call, we had no business and nothing to discuss, so why the call?
I left my phone and continued what I was doing, the phone rang for a very long time but I didn't care. It's already night, I decided to rest so as to wake early tomorrow, I would not be returning the contract to Mr. Gomez tomorrow, I still have 3 days to that but I needed to give out all the contract drawings I did before I resume work.
My life is really turning busy, though making money out of it is the real fun, I kept on trying to manage my page while I do my work , Facebook has really been of help to me for information.
Rumours still have it that my mother's hospital which my uncle took away has been banned till further notice. The hospital has been pointed out by lots of people for being unprofessional and inefficient, at this point I don't know if I'm to be happy or sad. I'm happy because he won't make a living out of it, but still sad because my mum wouldn't want the hospital to be abandoned. I'm not going to let go of any of my parents properties, the right time would come when I would comfortably go for the ownership without being addressed as a child or bullied because of money, with time I will get there, I said to myself.
my phone beeped and it was a message from Kamara, my roommate.
"Dearest Clara, please I'm sorry for everything, I know I wronged you badly, but I really need your help, I'm passing through hell, I haven't chatted because I know I wronged you, I'm two months gone and almost bleeding to death, ever since I moved into his house, he has been abusive, I tried covering up because of the shame but right now I'm loosing so much blood, I need help please." Another problem, I opened my eyes widely to re-read again, maybe I'm making a mistake. I immediately called Kamara to ask for her location.
"Hey kamara," I said.
She was sounding so weak, like she was going to die soon, after the discussion I told her I couldn't come tonight, I asked if a neighbor can help her out while I send the money. Thanks almighty a woman volunteered to help, I sent the morning to them while expecting the day to turn bright fastly so I could go and see her myself. It's so unfortunate being hurt by someone you love, this marriage of a thing, including relationship is really scary. My boss own is what I never imagined, a man that showed her off, always praising her until things went wrong. I don't know about my boss court case anymore, the news of her death died off and I know her killers are still walking around peacefully, but everything would be fine.
Through the night I kept on calling Kamara to ensure everything is going smoothly well, thanks almighty for life, but the bad news is that, she lost the baby.
I told her I would love to have my rest now, so I can have the strength to come visit her before going to deliver the remaining contracts.