Mamle walked in, her hair disheveled and absent minded. Dome had his heart in his mouth. She peered round at the visitors in the waiting room.
"Who are these?" she asked.
The manager rose to introduce himself.
"Why have you brought people here?" she asked the receptionist, stunned. "What have I done wrong? Have I hurt anyone? Have I stolen anything? Did I kill anyone?"
"No you didn't," replied the receptionist. "They are here to surprise you."
"I don't want any surprises!" she yelled. Although taken aback by her behaviour, the nurses had rightly taken him through an orientation of what to expect. The manager began to weep.
"What's wrong?" asked Mamle. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry if I did. Did I cheat on you? Did I refuse to pay your wages? Why are you weeping?" No one could answer her questions. The manager couldn't control himself any longer.
"What happened to her?" he asked.
"We don't disclose that information unless the doctor gives us that permission," said the receptionist.
"I'd like to know so I'll see the doctor myself."
"Then you might have to book an appointment"
"Very well," he replied. The manager of SAMSUNG Ghana wrote his name in the visitor's book and chose a date for an appointment with the doctor. Dome was relieved that things did not go worse than it did.
"Can I take her to the room?" he asked the nurse.
"Sure you can."