Love with bitter tear - Season 1 - Episode 18

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Love with bitter tear - Season 1 - Episode 18

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Paul: “Ralph, you should go
with her. There is no time to waste”
he nudged him forward and he
followed the nurse. On getting
inside the doctor’s
office, he saw Annie sleeping
soundly on the only bed inside
the office and heaved a sigh of
relief.

Ralph: “Good afternoon
doctor”

Doctor: “Good noon to
you too, please have your seat” he said
looking at him from the rim of
his glasses.

Ralph: “So what did
the test result
indicate?”

Doctor: “Nothing
serious. It’s just
febrile convulsion which
happened because of her high
fever. Her temperature was
39°C.

I will prescribe some drugs for
you, make sure you administer
them on her till she is stable
again” he scribbled something
in a jotter and passed it to him.

Ralph: “But hope it’s not
epilepsy?”

Doctor: “Not at all. It
is a different kind of convulsion and less
harmful than epilepsy though
it can still give rise to epilepsy if
care is not taken. Among the drug I
prescribed, there is anti-
convulsant among them
though it might not be necessary she
takes it. Just make sure you get all
the drugs and administer them on
her like I instructed on the
paper.

Good luck and for the record,
your daughter is a very strong
and lovely girl”

Ralph: “Thank
you doctor” he
said, smiling. He stood up, took
the doctor’s outstretched hand
in a handshake, went over to
Annie and scooped her up from the
bed into his arms. Her temperature
had gone considerably down
but he noticed she was weaker
than usual. “Sorry baby!” he
whispered into her hears and
walked out of the doctor’s
office.

As soon as his friends saw hi,
they both surrounded him
asking one question after the other.

They touched Annie gently and were
relieved to know she was no
longer running temperature as
much as she was earlier. ===
Soon enough, Sammy stopped
going home from school
because
he knew she would be waiting
for him. He dreaded that
moment
when she would climb him and
do the stuffs she did or the
moments she made him do
those
stuffs he did. He would linger
around the school, cook up
every
possible excuse just to stay
longer outside. On that
particular day when he
got back from school at past
7pm.

He might his dad in the sitting
room, angry while his step
mum was sitting with him.

They were
waiting for him.

Richard: “Where are you coming
from Mr Man? He queried him
as soon as she entered the sitting
room.

Sammy: “I am coming
from school” he said looking down.

Richard: “You are just coming
back from school by this time
Sammy? At this age? You are
just twelve years for crying out
loud and you are already keeping
late nights?”

Sammy: “I had extra
assignment so I decided to do it in school”

Richard: “So you are always
having a surprise outing? I
have been getting complaints about
you since this started but I
thought it will stop with time
but you are getting worst by the
day. Why are you doing this
Sammy?

Am I not a good father to
you?”

Ophelia: “Honey take it
easy with him please. He is still young, he
is just showing signs of puberty;
you know adolescence is
setting in so this is just normal” She
looked at Sam who gave her a
look of disgust and she winked
at him, sticking out her tongue
seductively, he looked away as
his dad’s gaze was riveted on
him. Richard: “What nonsense
adolescence at the age of
twelve?

He is just being rebellious and
nothing more. Why are you
trying to kill me? Was I the one who
killed your mum?” he regretted
that statement as soon as they
left his mouth.

Sammy: “Don’t ever
talk about my
mum again. What do you
know?

There is nothing you are good
at?

You are neither good at being
a husband nor a father. If you
were you wouldn’t have given up so
easily on finding Annie. You are
a coward da…” before he could
finish saying dad, his dad stuck
out his hand in a bidding flash
of lightening and struck him in
the cheek, blood few out from his
mouth.

Ophelia: “Richaarrrd!

Why did you
do that? How could you strike
him like that?” she flared up
unexpectedly. Sammy was
dazed for a moment,
even the tears refused to flow.

That was the first time any of
his parents will ever raise their
hands at him.

He looked at his dad
who stood in front of him defiantly
and just turned back and
walked out
on him.

Richard: “Come back
here right
away you insolent fool.

You dare call me a coward? The next
time you do that, its belt I’d use on
you” he raved and slumped
down heavily onto the settee
behind him. “I can’t believe this
is happening” he lamented sadly.

Ophelia: “You shouldn’t have
done that honey, now you just
made issues worst. How do we
go about this now?”

Richard: “Weren’t you there when
he was heaping abusive words
at me? So you expect me to just
keep mum?”

Ophelia: “I am not
justifying his
actions but you as an adult
should know better than
hitting a child like that.

Please go and
talk to him” she said pleadingly.

Richard: “No way! Just stay out
of this okay?” he warned and
walked out on her. She couldn’t
think of what to do. “Now i
know where Sammy got his
stubbornness from. they are
both the same”she said to
herself. === He walked inside
his room grief stricken and emotionally
bruised.

He sat on the bed and looked
around, saw the picture of
Annie hung on the wall and walked
over to it.

Sammy:” “Baby
sister, hope you
are living a good life? Where
are you now? I know you must b
looking quite beautiful now.

Your birthday is tomorrow and also
the day mum died. I feel so alone,
my life is ruined. I don’t know
what to do anymore” the tears
flowed freely now. “I am not even
really sure if you are alive and it’s all
my fault. I was not a good brother,
I did not protect you enough. I
should have ran after those
men
faster than I did. Mum must
really
be mad at me now, I am a
useless
son. Annie and mum, I miss
you
two so much” he started
looking
frantically around. “I don’t
think it’s okay for me to keep
living
right? All I have to do is push
something sharp inside my
stomach and I will be able to
see
you two again right? What use
is
living this kind of life? See
what that woman has turned
me to?”

just then he remembered the
compass in his bag and went
for it. He brought it out, held it
tightly
in his hands and closed his
eyes..…
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