Free Short Romantic Love Story – Continuation 2

Two Men, One Sandra

As she sits beside the old woman on the floor, trying to help her through her ordeal, she sees a glossy midnight-blue BMW sedan pull up. Without hesitation, two of the nurses inside the emergency ward are rushing out with a stretcher. The lady at the back is quickly put on the stretcher and pushed away into another compartment of the ward. The driver of this sedan didn’t even bother to step out of the car. He drives away immediately. Sandra only heard him telling one of the nurses that “his boss will be talking to their boss later.”

Sandra realize the lady sent away on the stretcher is white. She didn’t even have to register. Moments before her arrival, she did eavesdrop a phone conversation between the chief nurse and someone on the other end:

“Where are they now?” She asked.

“Are they on their way here? She’ll be fine. We’ll accord her the necessary attention that befits a woman of her caliber.” She assures the other person on the phone.

As soon as the officer darted into the restroom to respond to nature’s call, the chief nurse stood up from her chair by the doorway and walked straight to the clerk at the information counter.

“Who’s that man?”

“He’s a police officer.”

“What makes you say that?”

I saw his police badge.” She whispers.

Folding her arms, she says with trepidation: “Then I’m finished.” The officer is coming out of the restroom now. The chief nurse is moving toward him as fear and anxiety gnaws at her heart. She’s now trying to put on a veneer of politeness. Gnashing his teeth in rage, he says:

“Why didn’t you tell us you were a police officer immediately you entered this ward? I would have personally seen to it that your relative was given an express service.” She thought Sandra was the Officer’s relative.

Behaving like a demonstrative toadying dog, she instructs the junior nurses to quickly take Sandra into the observation room on a stretcher. As soon as she was inside of it, she counted about five nurses around her. Each of them tried to make her feel comfortable. All this while, her thoughts were with that old lady who had been left to flounder in a morass of inefficiency and corruption. After being administered a sedative injection, Sandra subsequently fell asleep.

Abudu Walks Into The Emergency Ward Looking For His Love – Sandra

Its now daybreak, Sandra is still in bed. She hears a voice that seems like that of Abudu. She asks herself:

“What has this man got to do with me after having treated me like his pet?”

“Where’s that girl who was admitted here yesterday?” Abudu asks.

“She’s in room 911.”

Sandra hears him shout on top of his voice.

“Do you say room 911?”

“Yes, you heard me alright!”

“Please get that girl out of that room immediately, it’s an evil number.”

“Sir, you cannot come over here and dictate to us what should be done to your relative.” The nurse on duty says.

Abudu never disclosed to them his relationship with Sandra. To the nurses, both Abudu and Sergeant Nelson – the police officer – were related to Sandra.

“Sorry, but…” Abudu apologizes.

“But what?” One nurse asks.

“I’m just worried she’s in room 911.”

“What has the number 911 got to do with you?”

“911 translates into September 11, and it was the day those terrorists killed so many innocent people in New York City. My brother was among the dead.”

“So many other innocent people were also killed, not just your brother alone. By the way, had it been that the events of 911 had taken place in a poor African country, do you think it would have received this massive press coverage?” She says.

The nurse on duty continues,

“You know what? The reason why it attracted such a massive press coverage was not because of the number of casualties, but because, the king of the forest had been wounded by termites!”

“Aren’t you sorry for those who lost their lives in such a barbaric attack?” Abudu counters.

“No doubt, it was a lamentable occurrence. But I do also feel sorry for those poor women and children of Africa and elsewhere who die every day due to hunger, malnutrition and AIDS. Just imagine what the world would have been if it had united against AIDS, poverty, and hunger as it now does against terrorism.”

“Do not link 911 and the widespread deprivation in Africa caused by Africans themselves.” Abudu counters again.

“Do not also try to link 911 and the room numbers in our hospital.” The nurse retorts.

Love And Deception. Abudu Betrays Sandra

Their argument about 911 became so nasty that Sandra became nervous. She wondered why Abudu would come to visit her at the hospital only to have himself and other nurses argue about her room number. She had always believed that Abudu, who seemed to have been a well-brought-up individual, was as decorous alone as he is in public. Wasn’t he the same person who delayed Sandra’s arrival at this hospital? If he were to be so concerned about Sandra’s well-being, why didn’t he make sure that she arrived at the hospital on time to receive a timely attention?

All Sandra knows about this man is that, he has been a roué, he was immoral. Despite the fact that he is a married man, he had seduced many women and dropped them for new conquests. Sandra was his next victim. How, on earth, could Sandra have gotten herself ensnared by this dissolute man? She had only herself to blame. But how could she have resisted his friendship when he seemed to care so much about her progress, especially after her Dad, who had been a business executive, became so déclassé to the point of working as a night watchman due to adverse circumstances?

A nurse rushes in, handing over my bill, she says:

“Get ready, its time to go home.”

“I do not have money to pay this lump sum of money.” Sandra says.

“Stop pretending. Pack up, go pay your bill and leave.”

“I have no money please.” Sandra pleads.

Leaning forward, she tells Sandra:

“Do you expect me to believe you? You are such a pretty young woman that you shouldn’t have problem settling your bills. If I were half as pretty as you are, I wouldn’t be working in a hospital for just a pittance.”

As they continued to argue, Sandra couldn’t find Abudu. “May be he’s gone to settle the bills.” She consoled herself. Then she quickly hurried to the check out counter to find Abudu. With a low guttural growl, she asked the lady at the counter.

“Please where is that tall and lanky gentleman who wore a blue T-Shirt and sunglasses?”

“Do you mean the man who was lecturing us about the evils of 911?” The lady asks.


“I’m sorry, he’s left.”

“Did he say anything before leaving?” Sandra asks.

“Not that I know.”


At this point Sandra knew she was wrong. She was wrong in thinking that Abudu – that married man – had come to the hospital to help pay for her medical expenses. He’s now vanished into thin air!

The police officer too, who had worked so hard to pluck Sandra from Abudu’s firm grip was also no where to be found!

Sandra then began to recollect what her Dad had told her some time ago:

Beware of men who make you feel as safe and warm as a cup of cocoa with a marshmallow melting in it. But then, when you get to the bottom of the mug, you find a dead fly, and disgust replaces delight.

This writer has the firm belief in him that, countless woman might have had so many experiences with men who came on strong like Abudu and the police officer – and retreated just as vehemently! The problem is, as Sandra recalls:

Dad always lamented that, Women are experts at ignoring warning signs, even the ones so obvious.

The euphoric mood that the police officer had generated in her, and that of Abudu’s voice when she fist heard it inside the hospital, disappeared entirely. She was now left to her fate. The cashier at the counter was unemotional, impassive and excitable. She could not be easily roused. How could Sandra explain to her that she couldn’t afford to pay her bill at that moment, and would come to do that later?

One may argue that the police officer was only a stranger who happened to be performing a random act of kindness as far as Sandra was concerned. Others would think he was also attracted to Sandra. Sandra had something of the dog in her. Indeed, she radiated ethereal beauty – as if though not of this world. Abudu was known for his treachery and perfidy, how about the police officer? Why didn’t he stay beside Sandra to make sure she was alright before leaving? More so, why didn’t he come back again to find out how Sandra was doing? Was he also a married man who was too scared to cheat on his wife? We may never know.

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