The Church

Ben and I drove to a private hospital in Capetown. The receptionist attended both Ben and me then led us to ward 9,Room C where my father was laying.

“Oh my God, I thought I had lost you. What happened?” I cried.

My father smiled, “I’m fine that’s all that matters, Can I speak to Ben alone please my darling it won’t be long”

I protested inside my heart but I chose to respect my father’s wish. “You good old mate?” Ben asked.

I walked out of the room, leaving the two men to their own privacy.

15 minutes later Ben left my father’s room. He dared not to cry even though he had tears in his eyes.

“Ben what’s wrong?” I ask curiously.

“Nothing, Chris needs to rest, the nurse said he will get discharged tomorrow.” 

“Then I’m staying” I said

Ben looked at me with pity. 

“ok then, I’m also staying, Chris is my closest friend and you have become like a daughter to me. I wont let you go through this alone. I am staying. No arguments” 

“Can I trust