Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 1 - Episode 4

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 1 - Episode 4

Chalya scribbled down some details on her notebook, ‘Um, would you like the venue to be at a very private place or?’ She left her question open so she could get his suggestion.

Phillip rubbed his chin for some seconds, ‘Coffee shop would be fine, just fix us at any available coffee shop, close to PIE building; then you can fix another date with Moremi on that same day.’
Chalya scoffed at the mention of Moremi, unknown to her, Phillip had caught her expression.

‘Come on Chalya, we only slept together once and we were drunk at a party, that doesn’t count.’ Phillip averted his sister’s accusing gaze, ‘Okay, twice, the second time was a mistake.’ He admitted.
‘Uhuh?’ Chalya pinned her round and seducing light brown eyes on him.
‘Okay, we slept together four times, she was really good in bed but she wanted something I was not and I am not ready to give.’ He offered her his final confession.
‘Talk about mixing business with pleasure.’ She used his own words against him.
‘Darling, this is not pleasure, I am not sleeping with Moremi Martin again, would you like to bet?’ Phillip grinned.

Chalya shook her head immediately, ‘No, because I know you’ll sleep with her again. Whenever she is around, you become her toy.’
Her response made him reel with laughter, ‘You can’t blame a man when the honeypot is good.’ He winked and started the car.

By the time she had arrived Bethsaida Hospital, her grandfather’s condition had stabilized, so she was allowed to see him.

Indigo’s heart was ripped apart as she saw the frail figure on the hospital bed fighting hard to breathe, to live, now her grandfather. She was terrified of a life without him. She had not met her parents, he had raised her alone and had thought her to depend on him.
‘Papa!’ she rushed into the room. She didn’t care about the drip on his arm, she cared that he was still alive and could recognize her.
‘Papa, I am so sorry.’ She wept on his chest.
The old man knew she was afraid of losing him, he knew how much his granddaughter loved him. He knew how she was dependent on him. He cursed this strange sickness, he cursed this infirmity.

‘Don’t cry Indi, have faith child, I will not die.’ He caressed her corn rowed hair gently.
Hearing this, Indigo lifted her head up, ‘How can you tell me not to cry Papa? Don’t you know that you mean the whole world to me? You are my sun, my moon and my star. If anything happens to you Papa, I will be plunged into utter darkness.’

The man beamed with a smile, she looked so beautiful just like her mother was before her untimely death.

‘I promise you my angel, I will carry your children before leaving the earth.’ He stretched his hand, while she drew nearer so he could have a touch.

While they were still conversing about his health, the doctor walked into the room with a file that contained the results from her grandfather’s test.

‘Good day Dr. Arongwa,’ Indigo quickly jumped off bed, she was expectant of positive news.
‘Welcome Miss Hassan, I would love to have a word privately with you in my office.’ The man said.

She didn’t like the sound of his voice, she stole one glance at her grandfather, who by the nod of his head encouraged her to go with the doctor.
‘I will be back, be good.’ She rushed swiftly and kissed his face.

Five minutes later, she was already seated in the doctor’s office waiting for him to tell her just what exactly was wrong with her grandfather.

‘We ran different tests on your grandfather, and from what we discovered, he is suffering from Emphysema…’ he opened the filed he had carried and pulled out a sheet containing the results and placed it in front of her.

Her hands felt moist, sweat rippled on her bare skin as she read the contents of the sheet.
‘Doctor, please I don’t understand any of this.’ She dropped the paper on the table and pushed it towards him.

‘I know this is hard for you Miss Hassan, but you need to be strong for your grandfather. We have already started treatment already, but you must pay some money for it to be continued.’
‘I don’t still understand.’ She held her breath, knowing what could come out from his lips could be the worst.

‘Emphysema is a long term, progressive disease of the lungs that primarily causes shortness of breath due to over inflation of the air sacs of the lungs which in turn leads to shortness of breath, incessant coughing and wheezing. If not treated, could lead to death…’

No, this wasn’t happening. Her day had started out fine, but from what she saw, it would be the worst day of her twenty six years on earth.

First she had lost a job at the Shola residence, now she was about losing her grandfather, but she was not going to let that happen!
‘What is the way forward?’ she licked her mouth nervously.

‘We have inhalers for the first stage of the infection, which relates to your grandfather’s condition. He would need an albuterol inhaler to help him breathe fine. Concerning, the blood he gushed out earlier, we have already given him some antibiotics and cleaned his system, he would be fine in two days.’

She liked what she heard, this was better than she expected.
‘How much will this cost?’
‘One albuterol inhaler is about a hundred thousand Naira…’
‘What?’ Her eyes grew wide, maybe she had not heard the doctor well or maybe she was starting to have hearing problems as her ex-boss Moremi had insinuated.

‘It is not expensive Miss Hassan, it’s even cheaper here.’ The man replied.

Her heart sank a she thought about the money she had in her account, it was no way near a hundred thousand.