SAVING THE DEVILISHLY HANDSOME DOCTOR

CHAPTER 2

“Can you please take your bag?”

I nearly died, it was just my worst nightmare and I wished I had not come here at all because the man would eat me alive.

I blinked and swallowed.

“Sorry, someone is sitting here.” I said with my voice sounding as if something a cat could drag out from hell.

“I will stand up when they come back but I just need to rest my feet from standing for so long.” The man said and I knew, just knew that once he sat down he would not stand up again, he would refuse to move back in line and what would Mr Stranger say, what would he say after asking me so graciously with his beautiful voice to guard his chair? I sighed, cursing him. That was why I had not left to get food, it was why I was dying from the ache in my stomach. I did not want to have altercations with people, damn him.

“He will be back just now, he went to take a call, he...” I tried, my eyes moving to the door, hoping that damn man would come back and take his seat before they killed me for it.

“I will stand up when he comes back.” The man’s tone was hitting a dangerous note now and this was really torture to me. I knew that I would soon give up, but how could I? I needed that ID for work in just two days. I swallowed, taking as much courage.

“Sorry I can't.” I said with the man giving me one murderous look before turning and walking away.

My heart felt like it would explode as I took a deep breath, not wishing to go through that again. My hand lay on the bag on the next chair, holding it firmly down. The man went back to the line, immediately talking about me to the others that he was standing in line with. I could hear their comments about me having me bow my head, staring at my feet, just wanting this to be over so I could forget about it.

“Sorry,” a voice came and my head shot up, I had never been so happy to see someone. I quickly removed my bag, wishing I could tell him to not move again because people would kill me for that seat. He sat down, the smell of fries hitting my nostrils having me nearly cry out with the hunger hitting me ten folds back. I sat still, cursing this handsome stranger that was just my hell that day. He would get to eat while I rot in hunger. I looked away, swallowing, already dreaming and tasting those deliciously smelling fries in my mouth and there seemed to be meat too, having me close my eyes. I took my earphones, music cured everything, it would destruct me but who was I kidding.

“I hope you don’t mind, brought you some food.” His horsey voice came and I did not know what was worse, the fact that he would have been eating next to me while I died or the fact that he heard my stomach growl and went to buy food for me. How embarrassing could my life get? I was shocked, too shocked to even think, yet I found myself pulling a smile as I turned to him.

“Thank you.” I said back, taking the take-away he was holding out to me. He himself had bought himself a pear and a bottle of water.

“You did not have to, thank you.” I said again, not even knowing how I was still alive at that point. My eyes trailed to his face and, lord, he was the most beautiful being I had seen in this world. I could not even describe him as my eyes fell to stare at the formo pack carrying food. He did not say anything, just drank his water and sat back. I turned perplexed at this point. I was hungry, so hungry it was deadly, yet I could not just eat in front of all these people. Those that were eating were old and did not give two fvcks what other people thought, yet me, on the other hand, cared very much, probably more than I should have. Eating in public was just a no, yet it would be offensive to not eat when he had went out of his way to get me food. I swallowed, opening the formo pack to see a large serving of fried pork with a roll, fries and lettuce. I wondered if he thought I ate such a large portion all the time. I swallowed again, not wanting to eat like someone who had been starved for years. I picked up the fork, which is something I rarely used. I ate everything with my hands, especially if it was meat. I enjoyed it more like that.

I stabbed at the salad, eating a few leaves, then moved on to a few chips. It was the only thing I could eat with the fork, not wanting to get my hands dirty, because where the hell was I going to wash them after? They did not have functioning bathrooms here. I finished the salad and chips, closing the pack and not daring to even steal a glance at him. I could feel all the eyes on me, people filled with envy of me just having got a free meal. I held the take-away in hand, looked for tissue to wipe my mouth, not wanting to have anything sticking there. It was so awkward afterwards, me avoiding evening looking at him just for a second and, of course, he would not notice, he barely looked at me.

The receptionist lady came back after having a two-hour lunch and people nearly bit her head off, those that could, shouted, irritated by such treatment which had the lady work even slower if that was possible. The line barely moved and even I was about to blow a fused fuse and give her my piece of mind. Mr Stranger next to me just shot up suddenly, having eyes turn to him, including mine. He made his way out from the chairs, then to the reception lady. He leaned in there with them talking and he was soon ushered through a door.

The crowd went wild, talking about corruption and all, yet, all I felt was sadness that he was gone and in awe that he would soon be done. I sat there, the line moving so slowly with the hunger not fully sated yet bearable now. My eyes flickered from my phone only to fall on Mr Stranger who was walking out of a door holding some papers. My heart hammered knowing he was done, knowing I would never see him again . I wondered if I would stay in his mind, wished he could just stare at me, even if it was just for a second, but as he walked by, my heart sank with him not even gifting me one last look. I sighed, sitting back in my chair in defeat. The line moved on and it was three hours later when I walked out having filled out the forms, taken the picture with all that was left being to collect my ID in a day. The sun had set, the city lights having me walk at night. My school was twenty minutes away so I found myself walking there with my feet killing me. My phone had died from a low battery. I thought about him, wishing to call Snowy and tell her about the day I had so she could laugh her ass off and make me feel worse about myself.

I was soon walking through the gate and all the classrooms further until I was in the teacher’s quarters. The government built houses for teachers to stay in. They were free with only two teachers sharing a large three-bedroom house. My house came into view, the lights on, meaning Setsabile was in the house. I sighed, not wanting to go through the drama of living in that house. I opened the door only to pause, she was just in the kitchen making her dinner. I shook my head, walking past without even a hi. Yes, it was that bad. They had warned me about living with a friend. We had not even lasted a month. She was messy, always using dishes but never washing them, her clothes were everywhere with her never cleaning after herself.

We had shared things, she putting away her things and using mine, then leaving them scattered everywhere. I confronted her and we had never spoken after, with her now using only her things and not touching mine. All I had wanted was for her to just at least wash her dishes, but I guess maybe I had spoken out of place and I had apologized, yet every time I greeted her she never responded, so I stopped. I went to my bedroom where there was a large queen-sized bed, mounted wardrobes on the wall, facing the bed. My first pay check had been spent on clothes and making my bedroom and living room into one a girl could dream of. The floor was covered in a white feathery rug where my feet just sank in.

I slipped out of my slides, quick to discard my clothes. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my chest. My feet carried me to the bathroom where I took a shower, then went back to put on my silky night dress. My back was killing me along with my stomach. I went to my living room, which was the third bedroom. Setsabile had taken one bedroom and the living room, while I took the two bedrooms, turning one to my living room where there was a couch, a double door fridge, a beautiful grey rug and a sound system. I opened the double door fridge, taking a bottle of opened wine and walked out. I got to the kitchen, warming up my food which had been bought by Mr Stranger, then poured myself wine before moving to the living room where I sat eating and watching on the seventy-five inch, curve Samsung TV with the Samsung sound bar connected, making the room sound as if I was in a cinema. But, I could not last long, fatigue had me call it a night and go straight to bed at eight in the evening.