Whenever I saw her, a strange feeling overcame me and I was unable to solve the mystery of her character. She moved around here and there in search of the upcoming patients on her list to measure their blood pressure before they were examined by the doctor. Her net scarf was always too brief to cover only her head, revealing her hairs from the back side and exposing the figure of her body. The coat she wore was too much fitted to her body that it seemed like it had been stitched after placing the black cloth on her body. Sometimes, she tried to set her scarf from sides to make visible the naturally swollen upper part of her body. Neither she was slim nor healthy; a lady in between somewhere. I had always seen her wearing high block heels whose rattling sound caught the attention of all the patients desperately waiting for their turn in the waiting area of the hospital. She always walked in the waiting area as if a model was doing catwalk on the ramp. The lip colors she wore were always bright in color, besides she also wore dark black thick eyeliner.
An unusual incident happened one day when I was in the waiting area. She was sobbing and mumbling something on the phone call which I was unable to hear. It was throbbing to listen her crying on the phone. She kept on doing that for about ten minutes and then she exposed herself from the room. The way she opened and closed the doors were also unusual in the hospital. It was a large banging which was sometimes prevented by putting her hand on the knob of the door when it was about to bang. When she appeared out of the room, her remaining tears were flowing on her cheeks, her eyes were pinkish red, her lips were a bit swollen and the fluid was coming out from her nose which she was trying to take back.
I was a bit surprised at her weeping, sobbing and specifically the reaction to a call. I had been watching her for quite some years and had always seen her doing the assistant work diligently meanwhile meaningfully being friendly with the office staff and other young assistants as if purposefully flirting with them. In my opinion she had been an unmarried lady of about 35 years desperately hunting a man for marriage but soon some secrets revealed which nullified my opinion.
Another day came when I was in the waiting area of the hospital, waiting for my turn to come. The two fat ladies sitting beside me were chattering about insignificant household politics of ladies. To my surprise, she emerged out of the room with the same rattling sound and greeted those ladies warmly as if she knew them very well. After some exchange of hello hi, one of the fat lady asked her about how her husband was doing after the divorce, hearing upon which I was shocked. She elaborated the whole scenario by mentioning that he had been remarried after 2 years of the divorce and their son had been 10 years old whose expenses were not properly supported by his father. Moreover, her ex-husband was quite happy with his second wife because he loved her before marrying Sadia.
And the mystery of Sadia resolved!