Doctor Round

Ibomcha K : MultiMoonlights
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There was a beautiful nurse, really she was very attractive that everybody loved looking at her charming appearance always; but, at times, some guys were startled and frozen by her different scolding words.

She was busy at her duty in the gynecology ward of pregnant women. She called the lady helper and informed that was the doctor round time.

There was gathering a group of men too. They were talking about the nurse, often looked at the nurse.

“Please, all males go out, it is the time of doctor round” the helper said.

But they don’t care. A good looking handsome young man among them was talking at poetic manner. The others heard his words happily.

The helper announced again, ”please go out..out, doctor round, now.”

The elderly man said, “okay, please stop, let’s out, doctor will arrive.”

 “Wait, wait, one minute” the young man said and as watching the nurse, further said,” I see all her beauties, i.e. her,  rosy- whiteness, glance, figure, lips, cheeks, the neat and cleaned uniform all are beautiful and attractive.  But I don’t know how she speak, never heard her voice. It would be sweet too.”

The nurse stilled busy that she never turned towards them. 

The young man said to them frequently, "let’s wait a moment , hear her sweet words. She will come to us soon.”

Another friend smiled as saying to him, “okay, okay.  She is really a beautiful lady. You are chanting her beauty like a poem and crazy about her voice. Why don’t you write a poem about her?

The helper was standing near the nurse.

She finished her table works, stood up as saying to the helper, “hay, it is just doctor round. So look out and take care your duty. I hate the doctor’s ugly words. He scolded me yesterday so bitterly too.”

The helper slowly replied, “Yeah, he is the second champion of here.”

She gazed angrily to the helper who was turning away quickly and moved heading the male guys. 

In the mean time they seemed talking a little seriously. A guy bearing dullness said, "I have three daughters. Besides, now she gave born a female too. I came here gladly with full hope of getting a son.I cancel everything and divorce this cat.”

“No..no..no” said the young man hurriedly, “Don’t say like that, my friend. Females are the mothers. Your child is the gift of the God. It is the little flower. It is the future pillar.  It is torch holder. It is the social worker. It..”

  

“Hey poet, shut up” disturbed by a loud voice of a female. They suddenly looked out; found the helper and the beautiful lady, the nurse standing near them.

As looking at the young man the helper said, "Hey you, listen to me. You are the poet of Guinea-ward and this beautiful nurse is the champion.”

“What?” asked the young man wonderfully,  "What champion?  Why?”

The helper replied, “Because of her capability of highest-typical speaking.”
“Wow so sweet” the young man cried gladly.”

The helper left there. The nurse was looking at the young man and the other guys. Then she shot her words next by next, as saying, “You all still here. So, the doctor will beginning unfold the private parts of the pregnant women next by next for checking. You all should join the doctor’s work and assist him.”

No sooner had ended her words; the male guys had starting to move out quietly.

“What an ugly mouth on your beautiful appearance! Oops it is not right; no...” The young man murmured once while passing near her.

In the mean time, the helper cried, "Hello madam, these two women gave born just now by their sudden terribly laughing. The babies are all females.”

All turned their faces heading the helper.

The dull man said, “I hate females.”

As watching the lady, the young man said, “Wow it is right; yes.. She is the champion,  she is the Nightingale, she spoke so sweetly.”
As turning backed, the nurse asked him, “What you said?”

“He is chanting a poem” replied the dull man from behind.
“Poem? Which poem here?” asked the nurse angrily.
“Um..A gynecology poem” replied he slowly.
“Get out, now” shouted the nurse.

They went out quietly.









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