“Wait, Marquis is calling,” Ivah announced. “Babe? Sure. No problem. I’m fine. The doctor say’s we’re good. Thanks. I love you too.”
The eyes of the pregnant woman beamed with joy after the call of her husband.
“You’re too chessy Ivah,” her bestfriend Cattleya teased. “Doc might get jealous.” She then eyed the thirty year old, single and beautiful doctor.
“Shut up, Catt.” The doctor replied. It has been a normal tease among them whenever the two bestfriends dropped by her clinic for a check-up. “So, you’re doing fine with Marquis now?” she inquired to the four months pregnant woman.
“I don’t know what happened. He just arrived one early morning, wrapped his arms around me and started touching my tummy. I realized by then that he knew we’ll be having a baby. From that on, he didn’t nag whenever I don’t eat what he cooks, lest prepare something else. “
“Isn’t that weird?” The pessimistic doctor inquired.
“If you’re going to lecture about women empowerment and feminism again doc, we better hurry out. How will you ever get married if you’re full of hesitations and doubts?” asked Cattleya.
“That’s what I call survival.”
“No, that’s what we call SOLS.” The two bestfriends said in duet.
“And what’s that?”
“Single Old Ladies Syndrome!” Then they burst into laughter.
“Get out you two!”
Both women waved a mocking goodbye before leaving.
****
Wind chimes emitted a melodious sound as the door swung open. The head of the dark haired doctor immediately raised to welcome another patient of hers. Eyebrows instantly met upon figuring out who the visitor was.
"Don't tell me you've broken a rib again? Didn't I told you not to involve yourself into fights again?!"
The poor guy only smirked on the fully-blown remark of the doctor. Instead of answering her inquiries, he sat on the visitors' chair across her. His gaze met hers. Wrong move. That was the reason why he didn't want to visit such agency in the first place, because of her. But his chest ached again and anytime soon he'll be vomiting blood.
She sighed. "What's your problem this time?"
She intently looked into his ebony.
No answer.
"Marwin, what's wrong with you?" she started to feel disturbed when he remained still, staring blankly at her.
"Marwin..."
Still, he didn’t answer.
"Marwin...”
His expression changed when he heard her sad and almost crying tone. He stood and began to leave.
"Bastard, where do you think you're going?"
He continued walking to the door. "To an ophthalmologist."
"Huh?" The door swung open, he turned to her. "I think something's wrong with my eyes, I can't take them off you." Before shutting the door behind him, he winked at her.
