Must Read: BELINA (Tender Beauty)....... - Season 2 - Episode 32

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Must Read: BELINA (Tender Beauty)....... - Season 2 - Episode 32

Ronke made it through the
flight of stairs that was
threatening to be her
undoing. The elevator in
this damned hotel decided
to fail the very day she had
a reason. She cursed the
stupid intuition that had
made her put on this 6
inches high-heeled shoes.

The long weavon she had
on her head caressed her
back as she ascended the
stairs. She had on a tube
gown which naturally
should be a top.

The wine
coloured tube gown started
just from the top of her
b----t to a few inches away
from her bums. She had
drawn lots of stares as she
entered the hotel and she
hadn’t paid them any heed,
except of course, those
who seemed to have their
pockets full.

She reached Room 207 and
opened without knocking.
“Hello sexy” Chief Rammon
breathed, taking in every
line in her body. Ronke did
not give any response;
instead, she sat forcefully
on the bed, pulling out the
shoes before they did any
real damage.
“Chief, I have told you times
without number that I don’t
like meeting you in a hotel.
Don’t you like my house?”
she spread her arms,
disgusted, adjusting her
hair and massaging her
feet. She had to endure pigs
like the pot-bellied fat ugly
fool standing in front of her
salivating just because she
wanted to keep her
finances in the balance.

She
had become a s-x addict
and now, it has become her
business but she would
rather restrict it to young
men of her age but finding
loaded young men these
days seem to be a tedious
task. Old men however
were all over the place,
looking for people to spend
their money on only for a
couple of minutes’ pleasure.

“I am sorry my goddess.
Let’s leave that for now,
yeah?” he said rubbing
Ronke’s laps. Ronke felt the
urge to throw up as she
stared at the despicable
man. She considered
standing up and just
walking away but she re-
evaluated the money she
would be receiving: two
hundred thousand Naira.

She nodded internally. She
couldn’t just throw away
such amount of money. It
would fill a space, help her
fill up her sitting room bar
and also get some of the
tempting clothes she had
seen two days ago. She
promised herself that this
would be the last time she
does this. The five million
naira on the way should be
able to help her set up a
supermarket and live a
perfect life.

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Kelvin opened his eyes
weakly. All the images
before him danced gaily as
he struggled to keep his
eyes open. The first thing
that finally came into full
view was the sparkling
white wall overhead. His
throat felt thick, like he
hadn’t used it for days and
he felt boneless and weak.
He painfully turned his stiff
neck and what he saw
made him know that he
was actually in a hospital.

What the hell was he doing
in a hospital? He lifted one
of his arms and saw the
needle inserted which
supplied drip.

The door opened and a
nurse entered. Immediately
she saw his movement, her
strides quickened.

“Oh…
you are awake, thank God”
she sighed.

“How are you
feeling sir?”
Kelvin stared at the face of
the nurse, deciding that she
is too pretty to resign
herself to cleaning blood
and inserting injections into
various colour of butt0ckz.

Her light-complexioned skin
glowed under the white
uniform gown she had on.

The braid she made was
packed neatly behind,
leaving her stunning; more
stunning that the regular
mean-looking witch nurses
he was used to seeing. The
sigh of relief took his gaze
to her lips and he continued
to stare at them, not really
knowing what to think.

“Sir” Nurse Catherine called,
jacking him out of his
reverie.

“I said; how are you
feeling?”
He breathed, remembering
that he was actually in a
hospital and that he had no
idea how he landed here.
He closed his eyes painfully.
For a sick man, he should
not be fantasizing about a
nurse; he cursed his
stupidity.

“I feel weak” he
croaked out. Is that my
voice? He wondered.
“How
did I get here?” he asked.
“You were hit by a car.
Relax, let me get the doctor”
she said and was out of the
room in a flash. Kelvin
found himself staring at her
departing figure, hoping
that her back was as good
as her front. He cursed
himself for the second time.
He could not remember
anything about being hit by
a car or anything related to
it. The only thing in his
brain was white room,
electronic gadgets beeping
and a stunning nurse.

Kelvin mentally shook his
head. His life is already in
ruins. He wanted to stand
up and leave this bed that
made him feel like it was
part of his body but the
drip in his hand would be
interrupted; he didn’t even
think that he would be able
to stand without falling.

A doctor and the pretty
nurse came into the room
and the doctor towered
over him with a faint smile.

“I am happy you have finally
come around sir” he said
immediately, checking his
hand, eyes and the drip. He
said a few things to the
nurse who jotted down,
displaying her slim fingers.
‘Get a hold of yourself idiot’
Kelvin rebuked himself,
taking his eyes away from
the nurse. The first thing
that his eyes saw was the
tag on the doctor’s white
suit. ‘Doctor Felix’. That must
be the name of the doctor,
he thought. For some
strange reason, he
continued to stare at the
tag, thinking he had seen it
somewhere. Just then, his
eyes caught the inscription
on the tag beneath the
name – ‘BRH’. Best Results…
“What” he yelled, causing
the doctor and the nurse
jump, frightened.
“What is wrong sir?” the
doctor was checking
kelvin’s temperature, trying
to fathom the reason for
the exclamation.
“What am I doing here” he
yelled, a bit lower than
before. He did not have as
much strength as he had
expected.

The nurse stared at Kelvin,
thinking that something
was definitely wrong with
him because he had asked
that question before and
she had answered.
‘You were involved in an-”
the doctor was saying.
“No. I mean, what am I
doing in Best Results
Hospital?” he started at the
gown of the nurse. If he
hadn’t been too
preoccupied with
nonsense, he would have
noticed the tag on the top
of her b----t. ‘Nurse
Catherine’. Perfect name, he
thought briefly.

The doctor looked at him,
not really knowing how to
answer.
“You were rushed
here” he finally said.
Kelvin hoped it was not
totally bad, so he decided to
ask the determinant
question. “Does Richard
know that I am here?” It is
possible he does not, the
hospital is very big, he
thought.
“You mean Mr. Branson” he
asked smiling softly. “Of
course he knows. He was
the one that treated you, in
fact, he is…”
Kelvin blanched.
“He what?”
he yelled.