𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃, the eventful weekend is over. It's Monday morning and time to work. I woke up bright and early to get in my daily workout before I had to shower and get ready for work. Dressed in signature black scrubs and sneakers, I put my coffee on to brew while I pack my work bag.
When that is done, I pour the coffee into my Stanley vacuum flask and head for the door. "See you tonight, Nanga!" I call over my shoulder.
"Have a great first day!" She yells back. My ride is about 2 minutes away, so I'm technically in a rush.
"You, too!"
Ensuring the front door is locked, I close it behind me and make my way to the gate. The first thing I notice is the rose and an envelope attached to Nanga's windshield. Looking around, I don't see anybody close. I'm surprised because the security in this complex is quite tight. Pulling a tissue from my bag, I grab the envelope and open it. Inside is what looks like a handwritten note.Dear Ayize, I know I've been fuckin' up for the past few days. My career shouldn't be an excuse for me to treat you like shit, minxiza wam. Missing your birthday dinner was the final stretch. Please forgive your man, Mam'Cwerha. I can't bare you not talking to me. To rectify my mistakes, I made dinner reservations for us at The Maverick. I'm hoping that you make it, my love. Have a great first day at work. I love you beautiful.
Melumzi
After reading the entire note, I blow out a fresh stream of air, battling with my thoughts. Well, I haven't been returning his calls nor texts since Saturday evening. Missing my birthday dinner is one thing but forgetting my birthday? As my fiance? With a heavy heart and a solemn countenance, I exhale a sigh of surrender and express my dismay with a sound of mild contempt. I guess I'll go to this dinner and hear him hear out. He's my man at the end of the day, plus I also haven't been a saint. The pinging emitted by my cellphone snaps me out of my subconsious. Oh, my ride is here.
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I walk into Tranquility Rehabilitation Centre with a smile on my face as I greet the staff. I'd met most of them last week when I was orientated. I make my way to my office to look over my patient list for the day.
"Good morning, Dr Gxarha," my assigned secretary, Michelle, greets me.
"Good morning, Michelle. What are we looking at today?" She grabs her clipboard and follows me into my office. "You have a nine o'clock with Mrs. Mabuza, an eleven with Mr. Pillay, then consultations at two thirty, three, and three thirty. Your last appointment is around half four."
"Sounds good. Please get those consultation forms for me?"
"Already done that." She pulls a folder from her clipboard and hands it to me. "I also included a few meeting notes in case you need a reference." I instantly smile.
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