I am dismayed. My girlfriend doesn't recover.
Three weeks have passed and Sajira is always in bed with very high fevers. I understand that it could have been cold but there is certainly more. I am not a doctor but the doctor of trust says that he could have encountered a dangerous virus transmitted knows an insect, maybe an invisible dangerous spider.
I am shocked ... I can hardly hold back the tears in front of the doctors who support me.
I go home and stay at his bedside.
He mumbles something and seems weaker and weaker.
What if he was going to die?
After three years of living together, it is as if God was ripping my heart out. I have faith in him and therefore if I prayed more assiduously perhaps Sajira could be saved. I firmly believe it.
It may seem strange but I also believe in karma, and perhaps that is why I am now suffering. In fact, she is suffering ... I am pink and flowers compared to her. She is instead the rose bitten by the snake.
The snake is the fever at 41 that doesn't want to know how to get off. I feel sad, I am helpless. If only I could think less and rest a little, perhaps I would lose less but she is there one step away from me, one step away from the dream and the wedding. Why did bad luck hit us?
Maybe if I hadn't made her a whore at first and respected her now it would be different ... Is God punishing me? Please don't let her die.
Take me in its place.
And having said that, I fall to the ground, with tears flooding the ground.
Sajira calls someone. Maybe your sister who is in Italy ... should I call her? In three years we've never heard from each other ... but maybe I should really call her.
I'll make that call tomorrow.