Inspired by the Holy Spirit
Written by Damilola Babs
From the stable of ReflectionBooKHub
“Hello, your mother just passed out.” It was Andrew’s sister on the line. Mary couldn’t believe her ears. They had just finished preparing to go see his shop, but as it was, that was going to be impossible.
Andrew took the phone from her once she exclaimed.
“Who is this?” Andrew asked. Adjusting his wrist watch and holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder.
“It is your Aunty oo. She woke up this morning complaining of body pain, just pain, all kinds of pain. She passed out before I could even help her.”
“Wow! Ermm, you know what, we are on our way.” Andrew told his sister and held Mary close to himself. She was already crying.
“It’s okay, let’s go. He told her, once he dropped the call.
“Please, don’t let me bother you, I will go alone.”
Andrew hissed briefly and dragged her after himself without asking her any other thing.
“Aunty, this place? You could have done better.” He told her frowning.
The small clinic was full. There were people everywhere. Andrew was glad his sister was able to secure a good space for Mary’s mother. They entered a ward that would have been sarcastically thought of as a cubicle. The walls had hundreds of cracks or so, Andrew thought from the entrance.
“Mommy,” Mary called and held the woman’s hand. She didn’t even care if the place was good, bad or ugly. She just wanted her mother to be fine.
“Sorry Andrew, I thought of it as an emergency. I needed to do something quick.” The woman explained to Andrew who was already on his phone.
“Hey, Mark, I need your help. I know you are out of town, but I need your car.” He told his friend on phone like they both owned the car. “I know you didn’t travel with it. Abeg. Alright, thanks man.” He finally said and dropped the call.
“I will be back soon,” he told his aunt and turned to Mary. “Be fine, okay. I will soon be back.” He told her and hugged her before stepping out.
“Is my brother dating you?” The woman asked thoughtlessly. How could she even ask about that at this time?
“No.” Mary answered her bluntly.
“He is a good person. Young, temperate, God fearing and very romantic.” She told her and chuckled.
“Ma, can we not talk about this at this time? Please ma.” Mary told her wearing no expression. Her hair was a mess, but she couldn’t care much about it now.
“Okay, if you say so, but please, don’t lose him.” The woman finally said and sighed.
She got on Mary’s nerves, but she controlled herself well. She was careful not to start another talk between them, she was quiet all through, got up, went outside and came back inside and then, there he was. Andrew was back with Mark’s car. He didn’t waste time in settling all that needed to be settled. In a short while they were out of clinic to a better one.
“Thank you,” Mary told him once they were settled in the proper hospital. The process was long, but they thought it was worth it. The coolness of the room, the neatness. Everything was shiny. The floor could probably heal the sick. The nurses looked like they had all gotten internationally trained with their queen’s English and well-pressed uniforms. Mary was sure her mother was safe.
“Stop thanking me, Mary. What are friends for?” He told her.
“Um, I might not go for the interview on Monday.”
“Why?”
“My mother, I need to be…”
“Mary, Joshua can do that for you. Your interview cannot wait. Don’t worry, she is going to be fine. We will be here.”
“Josh won’t be able to take care of her the way I would.”
“Then I will join him.”
“Your shop.”
“It doesn’t matter, Mary. I am offering to stay, just let me.” He told her and she finally agreed.
Monday came and Mary was ready. She wore a wine blazers and a matching pant. Her inner was white and a white belt held her waist perfectly. Her shoes were a wine unisex loafers and they just matched. Her human hair wig was new and well taken care of. She did not worry, Andrew had bought the material, taken her measurements, and made it into magic.
She had confidence oozing out of her as she stepped into the office. She met a lot of people, yet, she wasn’t timid. She caught some of the guys staring, but she was used to getting that reaction from people, men especially. Once she was allowed in, she met a young woman who sat at the helms of affairs in the absence of Mark. The woman was nice knowing she was the CEO’s candidate, else none of these good-looking gurus talked to people of her caliber with respect. She thought, heaved, and sat where she gestured her to sit.
…to be continued tomorrow by 8 pm.
Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
No part of this book shall be plagiarized except if authorized by the author.
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P.S. I do Ghostwriting, Scriptwriting, and business writing as well.
