Hate to Love (Part 3)
I don’t know what to do. I took my phone… oh god its dead. I mean no charge. what to do? I got an idea. I tried to lift him up but he is too heavy for me. I dragged him to my scooty. with great effort I made him sit after me. I made him hug me and tied him with my shawl. I reached the government hospital as it was nearby. I said that he fall down from his bike. they took him and began to dress his wounds. he murmured,” mom, I want you mom… pls don’t leave me… I love you mom… pls don’t leave me.” the doc came and said, ” wait for sometime until he gets conscious. he just got a minor injury. don’t worry.”
thank god. I saved a man. but what about his mom? I couldn’t find her. I heard the nurse calling the doc. the mystery man woke up. he stared at me. I am watching him from the doorway. I got in and the doc said, ” I m sorry to say. he is affected with a traumatic shock. he has forget his past partially. its not a serious problem. his memory will come back in few months… u can take him home.” I don’t know what to do. I bought a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I took him home. I don’t want my parents to know about him. I slowly opened the door. I called him in. he was standing clueless. I clutched his hands and took him to my room. I made him sleep on my sofa. he lay down but I can see him uncomfortable with it. I called him and made him sleep on the bed. I tried to sleep.
“ouch” suddenly I realised that I have fall down from my sofa. oh god? I went to the balcony. I stared at the stars.
next day, I was sleeping in the balcony. I heard my mom knocking the door. he was about to open the door. oh my god!!! what is he doing? what will my mom do if she know that I m with a stranger? oh god…. pls help me…