BELINA (AFTER THE WEDDING) SEASON 2
******EPISODE 29******
Ronke made it through the flight of stairs that was threatening to be her undoing. The elevator in this damned hotel decided to fail the very day she had a reason. She cursed the
stupid intuition that had made her put on this 6
inches high-heeled shoes.
The long weavon she had on her head caressed her back as she ascended the stairs. She had on a tube gown which naturally should be a top.
The wine coloured tube gown started just from the top of her breast to a few inches away from her bums. She had drawn lots of stares as she
entered the hotel and she hadn’t paid them any heed, except of course, those who seemed to have their pockets full.
She reached Room 207 and opened without knocking.
“Hello sexy” Chief Rammon breathed, taking in every line in her body. Ronke did not give any response; instead, she sat forcefully on the bed, pulling out the shoes before they did any
real damage.
“Chief, I have told you times without number that I don’t like meeting you in a hotel.
Don’t you like my house?” she spread her arms,
disgusted, adjusting her hair and massaging her feet. She had to endure pigs like the pot-bellied fat ugly fool standing in front of her
salivating just because she wanted to keep her
finances in the balance.
She had become a sex addict and now, it has become her business but she would rather restrict it to young men of her age but finding
loaded young men these days seem to be a tedious task. Old men however were all over the place, looking for people to spend their money on only for a couple of minutes’ pleasure.
“I am sorry my goddess. Let’s leave that for now, yeah?” he said rubbing Ronke’s laps. Ronke felt the urge to throw up as she stared at the despicable man. She considered standing up and just walking away but she re-evaluated the money she would be receiving: two
hundred thousand Naira.
She nodded internally. She couldn’t just throw away such amount of money. It would fill a space, help her fill up her sitting room bar and also get some of the tempting clothes she had
seen two days ago. She promised herself that this would be the last time she does this. The five million naira on the way should be able to help her set up a supermarket and live a perfect life.
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Kelvin opened his eyes weakly. All the images
before him danced gaily as he struggled to keep his eyes open. The first thing that finally came into full view was the sparkling white wall overhead. His throat felt thick, like he
hadn’t used it for days and he felt boneless and weak.
He painfully turned his stiff neck and what he saw made him know that he was actually in a hospital.
What the hell was he doing in a hospital? He lifted one of his arms and saw the needle inserted which supplied drip.
The door opened and a nurse entered. Immediately she saw his movement, her
strides quickened.
“Oh… you are awake, thank God”
she sighed.
“How are you feeling sir?”
Kelvin stared at the face of the nurse, deciding that she is too pretty to resign herself to cleaning blood and inserting injections into
various colour of buttocks.
Her light-complexioned skin glowed under the white uniform gown she had on.
The braid she made was packed neatly behind,
leaving her stunning; more stunning that the regular mean-looking witch nurses he was used to seeing.
The sigh of relief took his gaze to her lips and he continued to stare at them, not really knowing what to think.
“Sir” Nurse Catherine called, jacking him out of his reverie.
“I said; how are you feeling?”
He breathed, remembering that he was actually in a hospital and that he had no idea how he landed here.
He closed his eyes painfully.
For a sick man, he should not be fantasizing about a nurse; he cursed his stupidity.
“I feel weak” he croaked out. Is that my voice? He wondered.
“How did I get here?” he asked.
“You were hit by a car.
Relax, let me get the doctor” she said and was out of the room in a flash.
Kelvin found himself staring at her departing figure, hoping that her back was as good as her front. He cursed himself for the second time.
He could not remember anything about being hit by a car or anything related to it. The only thing in his brain was white room, electronic gadgets beeping and a stunning nurse.
Kelvin mentally shook his head. His life is already in ruins. He wanted to stand up and leave this bed that made him feel like it was
part of his body but the drip in his hand would be interrupted; he didn’t even think that he would be able to stand without falling.
A doctor and the pretty nurse came into the room and the doctor towered over him with a faint smile.
“I am happy you have finally come around sir” he said immediately, checking his hand, eyes and the drip. He said a few things to the
nurse who jotted down, displaying her slim fingers.
‘Get a hold of yourself idiot’ Kelvin rebuked himself, taking his eyes away from the nurse. The first thing that his eyes saw was the tag on the doctor’s white suit. ‘Doctor Felix’. That must
be the name of the doctor, he thought. For some strange reason, he continued to stare at the tag, thinking he had seen it somewhere. Just then, his eyes caught the inscription on the tag beneath the name – ‘BRH’. Best Results…
“What” he yelled, causing the doctor and the nurse jump, frightened.
“What is wrong sir?” the doctor was checking
kelvin’s temperature, trying to fathom the reason for the exclamation.
“What am I doing here” he yelled, a bit lower than before. He did not have as much strength as he had expected.
The nurse stared at Kelvin, thinking that something was definitely wrong with him because he had asked that question before and she had answered.
‘You were involved in an…..” the doctor was saying.
“No. I mean, what am I doing in Best Results
Hospital?” he started at the gown of the nurse. If he hadn’t been too preoccupied with
nonsense, he would have noticed the tag on the top of her breast. ‘Nurse Catherine’. Perfect name, he thought briefly.
The doctor looked at him, not really knowing how to answer.
“You were rushed here” he finally said.
Kelvin hoped it was not totally bad, so he decided to ask the determinant question. “Does Richard know that I am here?” It is possible he does not, the hospital is very big, he thought.
“You mean Mr. Branson” he asked smiling softly. “Of course he knows. He was the one that treated you, in fact, he is…”
Kelvin blanched.
“He what?” he yelled.
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