| LIFE WITHOUT YOU | ✔

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I take a deep breath feeling nervous. I open the the door, walking in. I shut the door and head into the sitting room downstairs. I sit there for a while waiting for him to come downstairs maybe. Is he okay?

I stand up and went to his bedroom door. I knock on the door, trying it be calm. "Mr Qahhar, are you here?" Silence fills the air, I wait for him to open the door.

The door swings open, Qahhar appearing. "What's with the formalities?"

"Nothing, just checking up on my patient." He nods, walking back into his room.

"Can I come in?" I ask while he sat down using his laptop. "Sure, make yourself at home." He leans back in the chair.

"I need to take a sample of your blood." I keep my bag, holding my kit. He pulls up his right arm's sleeve while I take the syringe out. I soak the cotton wool before walking to his side as he pushes the laptop away so I could sit. I sit and he extends his arm. I was about to run the cotton wool on the arm when his phone rings.

"Wait a minute please." He picks up the phone. "Yes, I can't come today maybe tomorrow."

He uses his other arms and gave me his right arm. I tie a rope around his arm. "You need to stay still." I whisper, rubbing the wool on the spot I'm to extract the blood sample. I slide the syringe in. "It's urgent? Okay, I'll see what I can do. What?!" He moves his arm when the needle breaks.

I gasp, looking at him. He glanced at it then continued talking like it never happened.

"Sorry, please stay still as I said." I whisper more firmly, pulling put the needle that broke.

"You're telling me he left the company sharks take over his company. We invested on it yet he didn't care to notify me?! He sold it?!"

He shouts at the caller. I have never seen this side of him, it's terrifying. He hangs his head, closing his eyes like he was trying to calm down.

"I will be there soon, arrange a meeting. Call Mr Nwezie to attend, they should all be there when I arrive."

He hangs up, dropping his phone and taking a deep breath. I see his squeezing his phone tightly. I pull out the syringe I used for the sample, keeping it in the kit.

I clean the spot with wool and iodine then placed a new wool in case blood oozes. I press it, massaging the spot.

I look at him, uncertain whether I should ask or not. Its not my business, back away especially with the way his furious.

"Are you okay?" I blurt out as he sighs, looking at me. "Yeah." He stands up, walking to his closet. "Okay, are you going out?"

"Yeah, for a meeting."

"I should follow you, just in case." I stand up, he smiles weakly. "Sure, I'll be ready in a minute."

He says sounding exhausted. I walk up to him and held his wrist to feel his pulse. "I'm fine."

His pulse was normal. "Okay, how do you feel?"

"Exhausted."

He brings out a kaftan. I bring out some pills I'm supposed give him whenever he is exhausted.

"Here you go, I'll bring you a glass of water." I jog out of the room so I could get it from the kitchen. I took a bottle of warm water and ran back.

I found him with a cup of water in his hand, looking at the floor. "You had water here already?"

I pant. "When I saw it, you already left. Thank you anyways." He rubs his temple.

"You should hurry then."

"I'm not wearing it anymore. I'll just go like this." I sigh, taking the kaftan. "You're going for a meeting, you need to look good."

He scoffs. "They're all after me, I don't have time for that right now." He walks to his chiffonier.

"More reason to wear it and look good. They know you have this sickness, if you show it's taking a toll on you, which it isn't, it won't be good."

He takes it from my hands, giving me a weak smile.

"Thank you." He says then starts taking off his shirt. I turn, walking to the door. "Where are you going?" He teases me.

"I'm not doing this." I mutter walking away while he laughed loudly. I patiently wait at the door.

He opens the door, buttoning up. "Are you comfortable going out like this?"

"Yeah, it doesn't look good on me?" I look at my clothes. "Everything looks good on you, just want you to be comfortable." He looks down at me, looking into my eyes.

"I am, thank you. You ready?"

"Yes, shall we?"

*********

We walk into the company, Qahhar was smiling before we walked, now, he looks really intimidating. In other words, scary.

"I'll just stay in the reception."

"No, go to my office and ask my assistant for anything. I'll be there soon."

I nod, not hesitating. We part ways, he heads to a room full of people while I went to the elevator.

I enter his office, gawking at it once again. I see a wall full of frames. I went to see and it was certificates and some awards.

What's sad is he has all this but he will give it all up for health in a second. I wait for an hour or so, using anything to entertain myself.

*******

The door swings open, Qahhar walking in with his assistant by his side. "Send them the documents even if it is to their doorstep."

She nods then left. He sighs, rubbing this forehead. "You must be tired, let's go." He says, looking at me.

I stand up, walking to the door. "I can't wait to sleep tonight."

I close the door. "I'll be back in a second." I rush into the hospital to get a few things from my locker.

I run to the elevator which for the first time wasn't packed or busy. I'm too lazy to use the stairs today.

I look at my watch when Jabir entered the elevator too. He stands beside me, his cologne filled the elevator.

"Hey, how's your day?" He asks casually, I ignore him. "You're in the ignoring mode I see."

"No, just not in the mood to talk." He looks at me then smiles. "I thought you're still angry at me."

"Nah, I'm not."

"You seem happy, I love it when you're happy."

"Well, thank you." I look at him, smiling and he looks back. I look forward.

"Is it a man?"

"What makes you think its a man?"

He turns his whole body, crossing his arms. "Nothing, just asking."

"Whatever theory suits you." I chuckle. "So it's true."

"Like I said, whatever theory suits you. I need to go." The elevator door opens. "How about we meet up sometime?"

"I'm sorry, I can't. I'm busy." I walk out, running to my locker. I retrieve my stuff then ran back to the car.

Qahhar was talking to someone, standing at the passenger's door. I walk closer to them when I realized it was Jabir.

"Shall we?" Qahhar asks making Jabir look at me, his eyes slightly widens. "Oh, she's your nurse?"

"Yes, for a while now." Qahhar smiles. "Really? I'm sure you're in perfect hands."

"Yes, I am. Anyways, have a good day." Qahhar opens the door for me to get in. I got in as he went around and got in too.

Jabir raises his hand as we drive off.

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