I was alone, in the living room, thinking where he went. Did he go smoke? If he did then, where does he go smoke? With the gangsters? With Zaahir and Zara? I didn’t know what to think. My boyfriend was out there in the dark, riding all alone. Anything could happen to him. All I could hope for was that he doesn’t smoke a lot and pass out again.

I bet that was the reason why he was so sick, I thought. I wondered what the doctor said. I took the car keys and went to the hospital and asked for any doctor, as I couldn’t remember Dario’s doctors name anymore. A nurse came to me because I was panicking and I was shouting to see Dario’s doctor. I had to know what went wrong. I had to know…

“Ma’am… Ma’am… calm down please,” the nurse said, trying to calm me.

I didn’t give in. I kept on and on and on…

“I need to see Dario Abrahams’ doctor now! I’ve lost my boyfriend and he is out there in the middle of the night. Alone! I don’t know what I have done. Please find the doctor!” I said while crying.

“Ma’am, do you know the doctors name?”

“No! No! No!” I shouted and stormed down the passage in search of the doctor.

As I ran through the passage, unable to see clearly because of the tears in my eyes, I heard footsteps come my way. It was him.

“Little girl… what’s wrong?” he asked.

“Doc, what is wrong with Dario! Please tell me…”

“I think you should sit down for this.” He said and we sat down right on the floor in the passage.

“Bishni, right?”

“Yes, I’m his girlfriend,”

“He told me. He was so sad today when you didn’t show up for his surgery.”

“I know, that’s why we had an argument and I don’t know where he is now,”

“That’s really bad because he was supposed to be in bed and use his treatment,”

“What treatment? Treatment for what?”

“Uhm… he said he wanted to tell you alone. I don’t think I should tell you,”

“Please tell me doc.”

“He has cancer in his lungs. He’s dying but we think the treatment will help.”

“Cancer?” I cried.

The doctor held me tight and tried to stop me from crying but I couldn’t stop.

I then got up and said that I had to go find him. The doctor ran after me and as I got by the exit, my mom walked in with my brother and Zara.

“Bishni. What are you doing here? What is happening to you?” my mom asked

“Mom kanallah leave me the hell alone,” I said.

The doc wanted to stop the fight between my mom and I.

“Let us all just sit down and talk about this hey?” the doc said.

“Bishni you have an attitude now! I hate this.” My mom said.

“Why did you bring mom here Zaahir? Why must you screw my life like this?”

“I had to. Mom went on and on about where you were,” Zaahir said.

“And I told her about your older boyfriend you have and that he is a gangster,” Zara said smiling. She enjoyed every moment of what she had done.

“You little bitch!” I shouted at Zara.

“Bishni! Stop it now!” my mom yelled.

“No! I’m sick and tired of this mom. I’m not going to live with mom anymore. I have found my happiness with Dario! And so what if he is a gang member! He treats me way better than mother does! And Zara should watch her bloody mouth because she smokes plants! I hate you all! I really do! I especially hate you mom. Because you were never there for me when I was small or now when I’m younger. I always cause feuds in the house and then mom wants to tell me I must be more like Zaahir! Well he isn’t perfect either! He slapped me and murdered someone! He is a selfish brother who only thinks about himself and so are all of you! I hate this world and I hate you! I hate all of you!” I said crying and running out to the car. I got in and went to look for Dario.

I drove around every corner. I even went to ask the gang members but they didn’t know as well. I decided to stop the car. Something just told me to switch on the radio. I did and it was the news: “…A young male, aged at about 18-19 was declared dead on the scene at the accident on the N2. We are still looking into what his personal details are. The car he was driving is a porche 320. He’ll be taken to the hospital now for more analysis. Please be careful when you’re on the N2 for the accidents condition was really bad and we’re still busy looking into the matter. Safe driving and may that young guy’s soul rest in peace…”

It was Dario…

Whole night I sat in that car, and waited for the next news to come on: “We found the young male’s details. It states that his name is Dario Abrahams, age 18. He has no family and lives alone…”

I switched the radio off. Then I drove back to the hospital. My face was wet of the tears and snot. I fell into my brothers arms when I got there. He cried with me.

“Sis it’ll be okay… he loved us all a lot and he loved you more… you loved him also…”

I couldn’t speak; I just cried and cried and cried…

My brother picked me up and carried me to the car. We went to Dario’s house to lock up and then back to our home.

I was lying on my bed, missing Dario. I phoned him just to hear his voicemail: “Hi this is Mr. Abrahams. I’m not at home right now or I’m with my girl, Mrs. Savahl. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you. If it’s you babe, know that I Love you always.”

That sweet voice he had. I’ll always keep him in my heart for always. He will always be my first love and my only love.

“I love you Dario Abrahams Savahl,” I whispered to myself, blowing a kiss to heaven and right at that moment it felt though as my boo, Dario, was holding me and smiling at me.

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