The Surgeon And His Bossy Bride

Chapter 4: The Question

The embarrassment that clouded my face as dad's words shot at me was just so striking, I had not thought about that, and for a moment, I felt like I could not breathe. Of course, I didn't have to breathe coupled with the information I had just received, the anxiety form the truth is just enough for me to think about it. Sighing, I just made my mouth to form a small 'o'.

Dr. Harris was in shock, it seems like Norman didn't walk around telling the whole world that he has a wife at home, that is quite sad because in as much as I hated to be called his wife, it would make me happy if I have some poeple calling me Mrs. Norman, or Mrs. Barley, whatever they choose for me will be just so appropriate since I have that yearning for quite a long time now.

"Surgeon Anthony had a wife?" Dr. Harris spat out in shock.

Swirling my head towards dad in confusion, I blurted out the words that came to my mind.

"Who is Anthony?" I inquired.

"Norman," he said rolling his eyes.

I knew immediately what that look meant, I've seen it more than a million times, and I truly know what it means.

"Please Daisy, don't tell me you've lived with Norman for quite a week and you don't know his name is Anthony? oh my God! I am shocked," Dad finally blurted lutto confirm what I was thinking about.

Good enough for me, the Doctordid not hear this because it was more of a father scolding daughter matter.

Heaving a sigh, I spat out to father what I thought about it.

"Well, use didn't tell me what his name was, and it is only Norman Barley I know, i didn't know he had a cute name as such," I retorted in the same voice.

All what dad couldd do was to rolll his eyes at me as if it as a pure sign of my punishment, but then I am not to be blamed in this case, and the stess from it was too much. This is all my fault, I had not really given the chance for Norman__ or more Anthony to know one another better, if I had done so, things would be more better than what they are actually doing right now. At least, she would have known his full name, one or two of his family members, his friends, and so on and so forth.

As she shook her head from left to right, she gave fathe the opportunity to roly to Dr. Harriss on the question in which he just asked.

"Bow you know, Norman and Daisy have just being married for only a week now, I am not even sure it is up to a week, and for newly weds, you might barely know unless you are too close to them," Mr. Tanyi said truthfully. He meant everything he said and there was no arguing on that part.

As he concluded, he now waited for the Dr. to say something reasonable about finding a family relative for Norman. Daisy being his wife is enough for her to do all these things that his relatives are expected to come and do, and if it is a presence they all need, Mr. Tanyi is one hundred percent sure that things can be well with her. At least, she will have to adapt to every situation she is faced with because it is her husband's life that is at risk here, thus, full concentration is needed.

Sighing, the young lady just shook her head positively accepting what her father had said. She didn't have a choice, not at all, except she wanted to deny the fact that she knew Norman, they are together, married, live in the same house and all this s**t just happened because of her.

Heaving a gentle breathe that seemed to have being locked in her chest, there is nothing she can't do right now, and the stress from it is more than what she can actually think about.

Dr. Harris had heard everything they said, and nodding his head, he was quite satisfied with what they said.

"Alright, Mrs. Norman, if you do not mind, for now, only you will go into the room right now, and the rest of you, it is past eleven p.m. thus visiting hours have past. If you don't mind, you all can return home for a night rest, you too, Mrs. Norman unless you really want to be beside your husband. This is not a must, but then, you must be willing to stay beside him through out the night. There is only a small couch in the room that he has being transferred too for visitors and as such it can be unsatisfying to you," Dr. Harris said.

I looked at dad with sorrow in my eyes, he sensed that I wasn't happy too, but then, he nodded his head once, as if accepting me to do this thing. Of course, I have to fo it, there is no doubt about it. Sighing, I just didn't have anything to do right now, my mind was just blown out and centered for one man. It is not like I wanted to complain, but through my eyes, dad could easily sense it that I am not happy, hell no! there is no way that I could even make these things work out this way, the stress from it is just too much, more than what she can even think about.

Since I was unable to give a reply, Dr. Harris cleared his throat lightly, as if trying to draw our attention to us, as he said lightly, noticing that it had worked and we had our attention towards him.

"If you all don't mind, I will go and check if the rest of the doctors and nurses have done the task I asked them to do a while ago, or if they need any help. When I reach, I will send a nurse to come and get you towards the ward that was assigned for the surgeon, okay? I will leave you both now to talk privately, thanky you," Dr. Harris muttered, and as If he just remembered something that he had left undone, he rushed away, hurrying to finish it, of more, he was just trying to avoid us. Whatever the case is, I didn't care much, and as he gently closed the door behind me, I swirled around towards dad attacking him the first.

"I can't sleep on the couch, hell no!y muscles will be tanned, and by the the time I wake up tomorrow, I will feel like I slept in a box," I spat out in anger.

Father was avoiding me, but it seemed like my drama was just too much, and unavoidable, thus he wanted to put me in my place for once and for all.

"Daisy, your opinion wasn't needed when the doctor said that, was it? of course not, so I do not want to hear you complain now. You will have to sleep here with your husband, have I made myself clear!" dad spat out as he glared at me in the eyes which is quite something he doesn't always feel like doing.

My face was not hot with anger, like seriously, who was this man think he is to talk to me like this? alright, he is my father, but damn, he has no right to even talk to me in this way, since she said it is my husband, then I have the right to stay or leave.

These thoughts were just running through my mind, and for a minute, I thought about shooting it towards my dad's face, but hell no! I couldn't even consider it just yet, it would be some some of publishment to me, something I don't want to inquire. The fact that Benedict was present in the room is enough reason for me to behave myself, I definitely didn't want anything to happen, and the stress from it was just too much, so much that no one will even think about.

Shaking her head from this whole show, she just had wits to control her anger that was fast rising. She knew what was good and at the same time she knew the one that is bad. If they even show her, she will point it without a second thought, but the issue now is, Daisy doesn't want to stay here, but someone wants too.

"Why did you come here?" Benedict cut in asking me the question.

This was the first time he was talking to me, and his voice seemed like he was mad at me. Well, everyone is always mad at me and I am okay with that. I am the wicked person, the black sheep amongst them and she knows it, they all don't try to hide it now, and they just leave it there, wide open for her to see that she is different from the rest of them. They all know that, and she kind of abides to it, but then, hearing Benedict's question, was kind of unusual.

If he has asked this question, that means that his anger is slowly rising and there is no doubt about that, but then, who cares about this anger of his? no one. He had to always frighten us with his anger when we were kids and as the senior brother, we will dear him because he has that figure as the second dad's image. That is quite true, we all like him that way, but then, now that I have grown up, I always like standing up against him, to talk back at him whenever I want it, and it makes me happy as f**k. I don't care if he doesn't like it, I don't also care if the man gets offended of not, line he always tells us, we are a family, and thus we stick together at all times, no matter who is mad at us or not, we always try to defend one another at the end.

At the look of things right now, he is rather the one who is angry, there is no way that he can even be good to her now, and the fact that he had asked that questionsd showed that he has had more than one question going on in his head.

'Hmmm! but seriously, Daisy Pearly, why are you here?' I asked myself.

It was just a normal and natural question yet difficult to answer. Oh yes! I seemed not to have the answers to this question because I myself did not quote know why I am here. Or maybe I do know, but do not just simply know how to frame it up. If that is the case then the stress from it is just too much, she can't even think of these things.

"I... I..." I started but found myself stammering.

This was the first one, I could not even believe that I was here blabbing this much, and in case they alll needed a quick reply which was honest, I know that I can't possibly tell.

Benedict who looked at me keenly and also waited for a reply chuckled as he noticed my discomfort. There is no doubt that he was just simply playing a mind game on me, and has won so well. This is just so gross, like seriously, he has no right to play with me in such a manner, but then, he has done it, and there is nothing I can even do about it.

For a moment I thought that keeping quiet will make things better, but hell no! rather, it made things worse, silence was prevailing, and it caused my entire family to have their eyes on me as they expected me to reply. As if that is not enough, Benedict asked the question once more adding on my sorrows.

"Daisy, why are you here?" he shut in disgust.