One thing about the metropolis is it's long chain of ever congested traffic which is no respecter of days, except for the National holidays when people mostly stay at home; the weekends being the busiest. On one such weekends, a young woman steps out of her Ford Mustang in pyjamas and slip on and enters an office building. She of course attracted a lot of stares and even from the other two people in the elevator. Out of the elevator she walked towards the front desk and said,
"Hello, may I see Dr. Oklays please." "Hellooooo" she repeated bringing the receptionist back from the Land of thoughts.
"Hello madam, Dr. Oklays you say?" She looked quite skeptical. Although there were no rules for dressing to a session, she had never seen anyone come in their nightie.
"Do you have an appointment?" she asked politely.
"Yes, I do. Sandra Stephens" replied the young woman.
"Oh, okay. You may go in, ma, through this door. It's the fourth room by your left. You are welcome, ma."
"Thank you. Could you please try to manage your facial expressions. That look was odd" said Sandra . She even straightened her back and twirl her hips as she walked towards the stated direction. Her back view was screaming 'comm'n look at me. How I'm I odd?' But only Sandra would believe that she was giving off a strong vibe. The middle aged receptionist couldn't help shaking her head while trying to hold in her laughter, that move was just too comical.
As for Sandra she was mumbling to herself, "All I did was come in my pyjamas. Must she look like that. Hmmp"
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With a low rap on the door, Sandra was ushered in by a female voice which took her aback. She wondered why it was a woman but still entered.
"You are surprised right?" asked Dr. Oklays with a professional smile. "I was told you 'despise' female therapists. Your expression confirms that. Please, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable."
Dr. Oklays is a tall and huge blonde middle-aged woman with thick eye brows and a pair of thin angled eyes that seem to penetrate one's soul. She looks matured and imposing but gives off a warm and affectionate feeling making anyone feel comfortable the moment she smiles.
"Well... not 'despise'. Ahm... let's.. let's just say I am not comfortable talking with women. I just don't feel good about it" defended Sandra, a slight crease on her forehead.
"I see. Darling, your psych... I mean Dr. Ferdinand thinks that I will be to your liking. Don't worry, my dear. Just relax. I'm Dr. Olivia Oklays, A psychologist...." as she was talking, she was also observing her new client.
Sandra Stephens was a beautiful young lady, not the typical exceptional hour glass figure but a nicely shaped one_ a beautiful 5"6 tall brunette with big round brown expressive eyes. Meanwhile,
Sandra was busy having an internal monologue:
'This Dr. Ferdinand, such a nerd with no empathy knows how to send me to a female psychologist right! Let him see how I will deal with him. Making such decisions for me and even cajoling me into coming over! Just you wait Ferdi!
But to Dr. Oklays she replied: "okay, since Dr. Ferdinand has recommended you. I hope we will be able to work out". Inwardly, she was saying, 'I'm just gonna sit through this once but I'm not coming again.'
As if reading her mind, Dr Oklays said "you won't be making do of me, darling. You'd be seating through all the sessions, I assure you"; much to Sandra's dismay. But even in her dismay, Sandra still took are time to survey the woman before her. She was beaming with vitality and positivity which was a contrast to her physic. Sandra would have very much preferred her as a Police woman than a psychologist. Then she went on to her attire, the woman was donning a white sleeveless turtleneck blouse with a checked Palazzo. Just as she was about to move on the the accessories, the amused Dr. Oklays asked: "What do you think, Sandra Stephens".
Taken aback, Sandra looked a little lost but calmed herself in time. She was confused because she didn't know if the older woman wanted her to remark the speech or the survey she was secretly doing. Thinking that it was not possible for her to read her, she decided to respond to the woman's speech.
Some redness crept up her face as she said: "I think that I should let you know that it is because Dr Ferdinand nags so much that I am sitting here right now. The man nagged me out of bed and I was too lazy to change out of my pyjamas, so I decided to just come take a look. I'm not really interested in this interview sessions called therapy. Hmmfumm! I'm very okay, so don't think I'm mentally unstable....." As she went on ranting, the older woman just quietly observed her. Some moments she sat composed like a matured woman who had weathered all storms but just as you were admiring her undaunted stance she would switch to being a cute little talkative trying to prove that she was more than you saw. 'what a handful' thought Dr. Oklays.
"I understand. Thank you for coming" nodded Dr.Oklay in understanding, trying her best to conceal the smile that was threatening to escape her lips.
Afterwards a long unplanned silence ensued. It was like that until the secretary came in with two cups of coffee on a tray. She placed the tray on the stool inbetween the therapist and her client distrupting their thoughts. Dr. Oklays thanked the secretary and Sandra gave a polite smile.
"Freddo Cappucinno, your favourite." said Dr.Oklays gesturing towards the iced Expresso on the stool. Sandra rolled her eyes in her head, thinking ' that darn Ferdi! To think he could talk this much!'
Dr.Oklays managed to hide her amusement with a polite smile. If only Sandra knew that she had let her guard down and left her inner thought vivid in her expressive eyes, she would have long disappeared from here. Well, she didn't!
After letting her take a sip of the iced Expresso, Dr.Oklays decided to start the session.
Clearing her throat, she said, "May I know you? I mean who are you really?"
Knowing that she couldn't avoid this question, she sighed and started, "I'm Sandra Stephens, a medical practitioner. I'll be 24 in a few months time. I work with an NGO. I'm a mother. My daughter's two. Although, people call me a workaholic, I still create time for myself and daughter. I love music and quite time. I could be lazy when I want to be. it's in my nature anyways. Ehmmm.... that's all right?"
"That's good. You said you have a daughter. Are you married?"
"No, I'm single." She said with a proud smile.