DESTINY FOREVER

Patient's Daughter

JEDIDIAH

NIGHTINGALE'

POV

No matter what you hold back from destiny or no matter what you try to do forever, it’s enough, just read this!

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While I was walking towards the inside of the hospital, I was thinking about the women, that the parents are strict, choosy rather.

Those who think they will have a girlfriend when they reach the right age. When it’s their eighteenth birthday but until they just finished school, there’s still nothing. Waiting, hoping, until maybe they just grow old. Sometimes they are loyal to their crushes especially when those who are very handsome. Over time, they will really just have a only crush because of the change in their understandings. They also think that when they got handsome they can have many rivals, and they judge the other ones to be alter. They are afraid to love a handsome man and then they also hate the ugly one until they have no choice. No choice is better than nothing at all coming into their lives.

It is very impossible that no one is flirting with them especially that they have ended something. It could be their neighbor who every day they wonder if they will answer.

Because they are waiting for something that is too long like the ones they are watching so it is hard for them to have fun. The kind that they will meet suddenly and then they will fall down, stare at each other, the world will stop spinning and time will stop running. It’s just the two of them. . .

“Shaina?” My surprise because we met again.

We both collided. I bumped into her because of my deep thoughts, I know her reason.

“Miss, how many days have you been an unconscious? Also, if you like me, I’m sorry! I don’t want a soldier!”

“If I shoot you, can I really?”

I approached her and smiled because I was sure that she was not carrying a gun and that she would not be able to hurt me with it.

“Be my girlfriend first,” I joked and saw her fist. “I’m just kidding! Congratulations last night, by the way,” and she left.

I wonder why she is here. This is also the third time we have met. But I still wouldn’t think we were destined because I wouldn’t trade Jonna. But if I meet that soldier again, I will court her to test my dear friend Jonna.

I went to nurse station one where I was assigned. My disease is not contagious. For the uninitiated, AIDS is sexually transmitted. I’m not too flirtatious to have s*x here in the hospital.

By the way, I am the charge nurse now and we just finished our endorsement.

Endorsement is the first thing we do in our work. It takes an hour depending on the number of patients. The next thing that happens is the rounds where we go to the patients one by one. There’s more to come and you’re lucky if you’re not busy or toxic. Now I have to do the rounds.

One of my patients today is also a nurse. A retired nurse. I just wanted to let you know because as a newbie I am nervous. The truth is that we often have him as a patient but I’m still really nervous. He is said to be one of the best nurses of her generation.

“Good morning, Mr. Blake? How are you today? Do you feel any discomfort right now?”

My initial questions. If you’re thinking that he’s my client in the tall building, you’re right. But if you think he is the owner of a tall building, you are wrong. All I know is that he only works there after retirement. Because I didn’t visit him, he had to be hospitalized.

“I’ve heard what happened to you and I’m very so sorry. It’s my fault!”

I approached him to let him know that I was fine. It’s not his fault that I got together with the beautiful soldier in the elevator. I looked at him and realized something. The female soldier I bumped into earlier. His father cannot be Mr. Blake?

“May I know your full name?” I was surprised by the patient’s request that I would not deny.

“Jedidiah Nightingale,” and I was still smiling but my answer seemed to lack something so I repeated it. “Jedidiah Manunula Nightingale,” and I was surprised by the emotion he showed.

Because I was his favorite for a long time, but he just only found out my full name today.

“Isn’t your mother is Antonia Manunula?”

It’s not right for me to reveal my whole personality for a patient but he was right. That’s my mother’s name. Why does he know my mother?

He asked me again and I didn’t hesitate anymore. He gave a sweet smile and wanted to tell me a story. I felt something else, as if I should hear what he wanted to say. Because I am the charge nurse, I had to leave first and I will come back to him when I have free time.

On my way out I was reprimanded by my colleagues. I said it took a while because many doctors came. I apologized as I thought about how to pretend. I want to go back to Mr. Blake to find out what he wanted to tell.

Does this day seem good to you? Our doctors visited their patients early so we finished our work early. Only a few were sent home and there were not many doctor’s orders. When I was sure that I had finished what I had to do, I said goodbye to my fellow nurse that I was only going to see Mr. Blake. I didn’t explain anymore because he knew I was a favorite of the patient when I mentioned him.

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” I said and he offered me a seat then he started to tell the story.

What he wanted to tell was about the day I was born. He told me the reason why he wanted to be a nurse. He was the nurse on duty when I was born at the hospital he used to attend. They said I was born through a normal spontaneous vaginal delivery so I was healthy.

I am very happy about his story but I am not the point of it. I feel he has something left unsaid. It’s surprising how many babies are born that he only remembers me and he’s too old to remember me.

We stared at each other. I asked him to say whatever he wanted because I still had work. He agreed because there might be a delay if his watcher catches up with us.

“Did you know, Malia Virginia?”

I was shocked by his question which was not new. He was referring to one of our very kind neighbors. I do wonder why she is an old lady. Maybe they have a failed love affair.

“Yes, why?”

“She had also delivered a preterm baby girl via cesarean section on the day after two hours you are born,” he shared when he suddenly felt sad.

If Mrs. Virginia is also admitted the day my mom was admitted. If she is also pregnant. If she gave birth together with my mother. Where is her son now and what does Mr. Blake wanting to prevail? And why for a long time only now wants Mr. Blake to say everything?

“Please, help me. I want to see her before I die.”

“What do you mean?”

“She left her daughter after the day she delivered,” and I couldn’t believe Mr. Blake.

I can’t believe that a kind neighbor was able to abandon her child after she gave birth. Based on the story of my patient, Mrs. Virginia reason is not financial. The truth is that their money which she also left was doubled. He also said that it will not be a reason for the child to be premature because the hospital provides beyond quality care.

I would like to ask about the child of Mrs. Virginia but I am already called my colleague. When I got back to the station, I had to prepare for the endorsement. The evening shift has arrived because I was only on the morning shift.

“Jo, why don’t you say that your boyfriend is very handsome?” And I smiled at the thought that it was me but it turns out that our partner had not finished speaking. “How is that Jedidiah and it looks like you’re really out of touch with your best friend?”

“Ren, can you start the endorsement?” Jonna being irritated while preparing her medications because she was the medicating nurse who took over.

If my best friend’s boyfriend had come earlier, I don’t care. My mind is still on the pasts of our kind neighbor. I will only be complacent if I can talk to Mrs. Virginia.

After our endorsement Jonna talked to me. She invited me again for a meeting tomorrow but I did not agree. Maybe I should avoid her first. Until she stopped holding the syringe and vials then she approached me. She held my shoulder and said that I had to come because she was ready to introduce her girlfriend to me. I just smiled then I took my bag. I will think first if I will agree because it seems like I am the one who is not ready yet.

After I showered, I went to the house of Mrs. Virginia even though it’s late. Maybe she won’t be bothered because I brought a dish that was cooked by my mother. I immediately knocked on her door then she let me go.

“Didi, I hope you didn’t bother me anymore because I know you are tired from your duty. You kid!”

“I’m sorry but I came here to find out about your child,” I said bluntly which surprised her so she dropped the tupperware.

I knew this scene was going to happen so I tightly covered the thing that fell. What a waste!

“Are you joking, Didi? I’m going to have a heart attack! You know I’m a beautiful old lady,” she was still smiling and I was speechless.

“I know I don’t have the right to dig up your past but I don’t expect to know that from my patient,” I said then she picked up the tupperware.

“This, Didi! Take what you brought home because I don’t like what you say. You can leave now.”

I just took the tupperware again and I wanted to apologize but I guess I ran out of her patience. She pushed me out then immediately closed the door. Her actions only made me stronger to find out her reason.

Mr. Blake is not lying!

When I got back home I thought of talking to my parents. But what I did was to ride a motorcycle. I hurried to drive without letting go.

I need to talk to Mr. Blake about the current condition of Mrs. Virginia’s son.

“Why did you come back, kid?” My patient said and he was happy that I approached him right away.

Everything I wanted to know, I said.

He was even happier because he said that I not only wanted to help him, but that I wanted to. I don’t even know why I do everything. If I would have done this I should have made him pay. Maybe I should do a good deed before I leave. Maybe I’m doing this because I feel sorry for the daughter of Mrs. Virginia because Mr. Blake is leaving.

But which of the two of us will be the first to disappear?

“May I know her name?” My request after answering my first questions.

I was born two hours before Mrs. Virginia’s child. I also learned that the baby girl is doing well now. She was cared for and well raised by Mr. Blake. He considered this as his true daughter and loved him very much.

“Iho, you know you two are good but you can’t meet right now,” and he laughed but I wasn’t happy.

“Mr. Blake, give me an enough reason why we can’t meet?” I asked then his expression showed fear after the bedroom door opened.

My question can’t be answered anymore so I’m leaving. The watcher has arrived that I haven’t seen yet because I have my back to the door. I stood up from my seat until I saw a woman with her back.

She seemed afraid and nervous that I would see her.

Is she the one embraced by Mr. Blake because according to her gesture she is only not a vague servant.

I wonder why she can’t face me. Until I approached her to recognize and see the likeness. As I get closer, my heart beats differently.

Is this the reason why I am thinking about the revelation of Mr. Blake? To meet the woman who is destined for me for life? I mean she’s the one I’ll meet before I say goodbye?

“Miss, I never hurt a woman.”

“But I have already hurt you and may hurt you again,” and I was confused until she suddenly faced me.

I couldn’t believe it when I saw her face. Are we destined to meet again this time? Or is it just a coincidence?

She approached me then stared and suddenly I mentioned her name.

“Shaina?”