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The Doctor

Jun 16, 2011, 2:59 PM | Article By: Isatou Dumbuya

“Dylan is the red dress the right one to wear today?” Anna asked as she went through the wardrobe impatiently waiting for an answer.

Dylan only rolled his eyes in his head and gruffly said, “Yes.”

“I didn’t think I have the right shoes for it.”

Dylan didn’t give an answer, but kept on tying his shoe lace.

“We are 15 minutes late for the wedding and you haven’t decided on the dress you want to wear,” he finally offered in between clenched teeth.

Anna only walked around and finally decided on the red dress with her black Jimmy Choo heels.

She dusted her face with powder, applied make-up and some rouge to her lips.

For her it is all about having it all or nothing.

Dylan was beginning to curse the day he met her. He was running out of patience from her constant whining. They met in a supermarket when she was complaining about expired products in the supermarket. He agreed with her and that was about the only thing they had in common.

He rushed out to start the car. He ignited the car and it roared back to life. He impatiently sat there waiting for her to come down. He honked the horn and sucked in his breath when he saw her cat-walking toward the car, but before he could say a word more, his phone rang.

“Dr Dylan there?” said a voice at the other end of the line.

“Yes, who is it?”

“We‘ve an emergency, a patient is having difficulties in labour, and we don’t ‘ve anyone to deal with it. Please doctor, we need you,” the voice pleaded.

“You sure no one is there to take care of the patient?”

“Absolutely, sure, doc.”

“Would be right there.”

Just when he placed the phone down, did he remember that he was going to a wedding with Anna.

All that while, she had crept into the car and her mouth dropped into a silent O when she heard him say he would be ‘right there’.

“We are going to a wedding, remember?”

“I am sorry, someone’s life is in danger, right now, I’ve got to go.”

“You know, you have never made right decisions where I am concerned, so you better choose me or the patient, now!” Anna said vehemently, the veins in her neck threatening to burst open in anger.

Dylan’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He adjusted his neck tie, looked through the windscreen as if searching for something. He stared stonily into her face. For the first time, he took notice of the pimple on her nose, her slanted eyes and sensuous lips and finally said, “You are right, I choose the patient.”

Anna couldn’t believe her eyes and ears as she rigidly walked toward the house to take her belongings with her. She stopped and turned around to see Dylan sped by leaving a trail of smoke in his wake. It was then she knew that that would be the last of him she would ever see.