FIFTY NINE: THE OTHER WOMAN II

[SHAIRA's POINT OF VIEW]

We were in a rush to go to the hospital. Thus, I even forgot my shawl. My sleepers were of different pairs, but I don't care. I went to the information desk to confirm where his ward was. However, someone I hate to see was there, sitting on the edge of my husband's bed. Suddenly, I can feel the rage uprising from the root of my toe's fingernail up to the last strand of my hair.

'What's going on?! What is freaking going on again?!'

"Who are you?" My son asked the lady.

My heart skipped a beat. I am scared that everything will reveal itself in front of my son.

"S-She's..." I tried to butt in but could not think of any excuse to utter.

"I'm your father's-"

I glared at the lady and snatched her hands immediately. Then, I told my son, "She's your father's distant relative. Stay with your dad, okay? We'll be back in a minute. Tamra, do not leave this room. Yah hear me, sweetie?"