Chapter 2 The Pressure To Ponder

Hadassah stood in the sterile hallway of the hospital, the sharp scent of antiseptic filling her lungs. The fluorescent lights above buzzed, casting a harsh glow that disoriented her. Clutching her phone tightly, she replayed the doctor's words:

"Your brother's condition is serious. He needs immediate treatment to survive."

Each syllable pressed down on her chest. "Why is this happening?" she whispered, trembling with despair. "I'm just 29! Is this too much for me to carry?"

Leaning against the cold wall, she felt the chill seep into her bones. "I just used my last salary for my siblings' school fees. Now another brother is lying in that bed, fighting for his life." Tears streamed down her cheeks as frustration and helplessness swirled within her.

"God, please... I don't know what to do," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "I'm so tired. I feel like I'm drowning under responsibilities. Where will I find the money for his hospital bills? I can't let him down."

Closing her eyes, she sought solace in prayer, but the weight of her burden felt too heavy. "I've always been strong, held my family together. But right now, I feel weak. I'm scared."

Sinking to the floor, Hadassah felt utterly defeated. "What kind of life is this? Every time I think we're getting ahead, something pulls us back. How can I face my family? How can I tell them I can't help?"

Her heart raced as she thought about the bills piling up and the disappointed faces waiting for her at home. "What if they blame me? What if I fail them?"

Overwhelmed, she held her head in her hands. "I just can't take it anymore. I'm doing everything I can, but it never feels enough. Why is life so unfair?"

In that moment of despair, a flicker of determination ignited within her. "I can't give up, not now. But God, I need your help. I can't do this alone."

With a deep breath, she wiped her tears and stood up, trying to steady herself. "I will find a way. I have to. For my brother, for my family. I just hope I can hold on long enough to see it through."

As she walked down the hallway, the weight of her burdens pressed against her, but a glimmer of hope emerged. "I won't let them down," she whispered. "I'll keep fighting."

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. The doctor's name flashed on the screen, pulling her from her thoughts. "Hadassah, can you bring something for your brother to eat?"

"Sure," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pushing herself up, she walked out of the hospital, her worries still pressing on her. Just then, she noticed a familiar car approaching. It was Charles, the friendly guy she had met at the mall. Spotting her, he turned the car around.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Charles called out, his jovial tone cutting through her sadness.

"Hi, Hadassah! Remember me? We met at the mall with my friend Bernard!" He flashed a bright smile, his energy infectious.

She forced a small smile, recalling their fun day. "Yeah, I remember."

"Come on, hop in! I was just getting coffee," he said, gesturing to the passenger seat.

With a reluctant sigh, she opened the door and slid into the car, grateful for the distraction. "Thanks," she murmured, trying to push her worries aside.

"So, what's got you looking so serious?" he asked, glancing over at her as he started driving.

Hadassah hesitated, but something about Charles's warmth made her feel safe. "It's just... my brother is in the hospital. He's really sick, and I'm struggling to figure out how to pay for his treatment."

"Oh no," Charles said, concern etching his features. "That sounds really tough. I'm sorry you're going through this."

"I feel so overwhelmed," she confessed, her voice shaking. "I've been juggling so much already, and it's exhausting."

Charles nodded, his eyes filled with empathy. "It's okay to feel tired. You're carrying a lot."

"Thanks," Hadassah replied, her heart aching. "I wish I could find a way to make it better. I don't want to let my family down."

"You're doing your best, and that's all anyone can ask. Sometimes just talking helps. You've got this, Hadassah."

His encouragement warmed her heart. "I appreciate that. It's nice to talk to someone who understands."

"Anytime," he said with a grin. "Let's grab that coffee, and I'll help you figure out a plan. We'll tackle this together."

Hadassah couldn't help but smile back, feeling a flicker of hope. "That sounds nice."

As they pulled into the coffee shop parking lot, Charles turned to her, his expression playful. "And you have to give me your number so I can check in on you. I'll be your unofficial cheerleader."

She laughed, the sound coming more easily now. "Okay, but only if you promise to bring me coffee on tough days."

"Deal!" he said, pulling out his phone. "Now, what's your number?"

As she gave it to him, Hadassah felt a sense of connection forming-something she hadn't anticipated. "Thanks for being so kind, Charles. I really needed this today."

"Anytime, Hadassah. We'll get through this, one cup of coffee at a time."

After grabbing their coffees, Charles dropped Hadassah off at the hospital, watching her walk inside with a mix of concern and admiration. As he drove away, he headed to Bernard's office.

Inside, Charles found Bernard towering over his desk, his tall frame commanding the room. His secretary stood nervously, papers scattered around her as she stammered an explanation.

"Mr. Bernard, I-I'm so sorry. I thought I sent those documents yesterday. I must have forgotten-"

"Forgotten?" Bernard interrupted, his voice cold. "This is the third time this month! How do you expect me to run this company if you can't keep track of simple tasks?"

"Excuses are for the weak," he added, glaring until the secretary hurriedly left the office.

Charles stepped into the doorway with a teasing smile. "Mr. Action Man, always laying down the law, aren't you?"

Bernard looked up, his expression softening just a fraction. "What do you want, Charles?"

"I thought I'd come to brighten your day, but it looks like you're scaring everyone away."

Bernard sighed, rubbing his nose. "I don't have time for jokes. My family wants me to get married, and I can't keep up with the pressure."

Charles's teasing demeanor faded. "I didn't know it was that bad. You need to set boundaries."

"It's not just that," Bernard continued, frustration heavy in his voice. "I'm not ready to marry again. I'm still dealing with everything from my wife's death."

"Have you considered a contract marriage?" Charles suggested, eager to convince him. "You could find someone to pretend to be your wife. It would give your family peace while you focus on healing."

Bernard raised an eyebrow. "A contract marriage? You think that's the solution?"

"Why not?" Charles leaned forward. "You'd get help with your daughter and keep your family off your back. It's a win-win."

"I don't buy the idea," Bernard replied, shaking his head. But uncertainty flickered in his eyes. "I mean, it sounds practical, but I'm not sure I can go that route."

"Think about it," Charles pressed. "You wouldn't have to dive into emotional commitments. Just a simple arrangement."

Bernard fell silent, contemplating. "What if it doesn't work out? What if I hurt her?"

"Then handle it like an adult. You're not the only one with burdens. Maybe she needs something practical too," Charles said.

Bernard stared at the wall, lost in thought. "Even if I consider a contract marriage, I don't have anyone interested."

Charles's eyes lit up. "Remember Hadassah from the mall? She needs money and could be a perfect fit!"

"But we barely know her," Bernard countered. "I can't trust her with my daughter."

Charles leaned forward. "She's in a tough spot, and you need help. You could both benefit from this."

"I'll think about it," Bernard said, though uncertainty lingered.

"Just remember, it's not a commitment. It's a way to ease your burdens," Charles encouraged.

As Bernard began to pack his things, Charles couldn't resist throwing in humor. "What about your secretary? Is she married?"

Bernard shot him a glare. "Seriously? You're thinking about women at a time like this?"

"Hey, a man's gotta have priorities!" Charles laughed.

Bernard rolled his eyes, chuckling as he zipped up his bag. "Thanks for the laugh, Charles. I needed that."

"Anytime!" Charles called out, grinning. "Just remember, I'm here if you need me-business or matchmaking!"

Hadassah finally managed to pay her brother's hospital bill, relief flooding over her as they discharged him. Exhausted, she barely acknowledged her mother's concerned questions and collapsed onto her bed.

Just as she began to drift off, her phone buzzed. An unknown caller. Curiosity got the better of her, and she answered.

"Hello?" she said hesitantly.

"Hey there! Is this the famous Hadassah?" came a jovial voice.

"Charles?" she replied, surprised.

"Bingo! How's your brother? Did he escape the hospital?" he teased, making her smile.

"He's home now, thank you. I'm just exhausted."

"Understandable! How about dinner? I want to discuss something important."

"Really?" Hadassah's curiosity piqued. "What kind of business?"

"Let's just say it's a unique opportunity. I think you'll be interested," he said seriously.

"Okay, I'm intrigued. When?"

"How about tomorrow evening at that café near the hospital?" he suggested.

"Sure," she agreed, her mind racing with questions.

"Perfect! Get some rest, superhero. You'll need your energy for our meeting," he teased before hanging up.

As she lay back down, excitement and anxiety bubbled within her. What could this business opportunity be? Eventually, she drifted off to sleep, curious about the next day.

Waking up the next morning, Hadassah felt clearer. After a quick shower and some chores, her mom walked in with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Hadassah! You seem cheerful today," her mother remarked.

"Just feeling good," Hadassah replied, trying to sound casual.

Her mom chuckled. "Well, that's nice to hear! I'm heading to the market. Take care of yourself."

"Have a great day!" Hadassah called after her mother left.

Once ready, Hadassah left for work, her heart racing at the thought of the evening. She approached her supervisor. "Can I leave early today? I have something important."

Her supervisor raised an eyebrow. "Rush through your work if you want to leave early."

Determined, Hadassah nodded. "I will."

Diving into her tasks, she finished everything on time. By the end of the day, exhaustion mixed with anticipation filled her.

Navigating bustling streets, her phone clutched tightly, she called Charles to let him know she was on her way. Pushing open the café door, the warm aroma of coffee enveloped her. She spotted Charles and Bernard at a table.

"Hey, Hadassah!" Charles beamed, jumping to his feet. "You made it! You look great! Order something; the food here is fantastic!"

"I'm fine, really," Hadassah replied, her stomach twisted in knots. "Let's get to the point."

Charles chuckled, nudging Bernard, who looked serious. "Why don't you tell her what you wanted to discuss?"

Bernard cleared his throat. "I'm here for a contract marriage," he declared. "My family wants me to find a wife, but I need someone to care for my daughter without emotional strings."

Hadassah stared, her mind racing. "A contract marriage? Are you serious?"

"Dead serious," Bernard maintained. "You'll pretend to be my wife and take care of my daughter. In return, you'll get Ten Thousand Dollars Monthly"

The figure hung in the air like a tantalizing mirage, but the absurdity made her laugh nervously. "This is a joke, right?"

"Think about it!" Charles chimed in. "You'd have financial security and live in a mansion!"

"You'd be free and independent-just living in my house until my daughter is old enough for boarding school," Bernard added.

Hadassah's heart raced, torn between disbelief and intrigue. "I need to think about it." She stood abruptly. "I'll call you, Charles."

As she stormed out, cool air hit her, but her mind spun. What just happened?

Back at the table, Bernard turned to Charles, frustration on his face. "Do you think this will work?"

"Trust me," Charles smirked. "She'll come around. It's not every day someone gets offered a contract marriage!"

Outside, Hadassah paced the sidewalk, thoughts colliding. Could she really step into something so unconventional? Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from Charles: *"Think of the adventure! And the money!"*

Arriving home, her mind raced. "Ten Thousand Dollars," she murmured. "What would that mean for my life?" Imagining the possibilities, she paced her small living room.

"If I get close to Bernard, maybe I could build connections," she thought. "But a contract marriage? It sounds so... unconventional." Doubts crept in, and she shook her head, trying to dispel them.

She glanced at her phone to call Sharon but saw it was dead. "Ugh, of all times!" she groaned, tossing it onto the couch in frustration.

Sleep eluded her as she tossed and turned, images of Bernard's serious expression flashing in her mind. "What if this is a huge mistake?" she worried.

But then she thought of the freedom, the independence. "I could finally live life on my own terms," she said, excitement rising. "And Bernard's daughter... She needs someone. Maybe I could do this."

The clock ticked loudly in the silence. Hadassah rolled over, her heart racing. She needed to give this serious thought. "Maybe it's worth a shot."

The next morning, energy buzzing inside her, she hurried to Sharon's house. Knocking on the door, she practically bounced on her toes as Sharon opened it, her hair in a messy bun.

"Finally! I thought you'd lost your way!" Hadassah teased.

"Sorry! My phone died, and I crashed early. What's up?" Sharon asked.

Hadassah plopped onto the couch. "You won't believe what happened! Bernard offered me a contract marriage!"

Sharon's eyes widened. "Wait, what? Explain!"

As Hadassah recounted the details, Sharon's expression shifted from surprise to intrigue. "So, he's offering you Ten Thousand Dollars a month to pretend to be his wife and take care of his daughter?"

"Yes!" Hadassah exclaimed. "Think about it: financial security, a chance to live in a mansion, and I'd be helping a little girl!"

Sharon lit up. "This is amazing! You could travel and all you have to do is pretend to be a wife?"

Hadassah jumped up, pulling Sharon into a tight hug. "I can't believe you're excited! It feels right!"

"Of course! You'll be free! It's like a job without commitment," Sharon grinned. "Call Charles now and tell him you're in!"

Hadassah nodded, determination filling her. Pulling out her phone, she typed...

"I have accepted! But he needs to come and meet my mother first," Hadassah insisted. "It's important for him to at least pretend to be a suitor, out of respect for my family. I value my family so much, and I can't just leave the house and start living in a man's place without telling her. My mother deserves to know who I'll be spending time with and what this arrangement truly means. It's a big step for me, and I want her to feel secure in my decision, even if it's just for the sake of appearances."

Hadassah felt a rush of exhilaration as she dropped the phone. Ten Thousand Dollars monthly-her mind raced with the potential that came with that kind of money. She could finally breathe, lift the weight off her shoulders, and create a brighter future for herself and her family.

"I can open a shop for my mother, something she's always dreamed of," Hadassah mused aloud, her heart soaring at the thought. "Imagine her running her own business! I could also pay my siblings' school fees without worrying about how to make ends meet each month. And maybe I could even afford to get myself a little something nice-something I've always wanted."

As she shared her thoughts, Sharon's eyes sparkled with excitement. "That sounds amazing! You'll be like a superhero for your family! But wait a minute," she said, a playful grin spreading across her face. "What about me? You're not going to take care of me?"

Hadassah laughed, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. "Of course, I'll take care of you! You can be my partner-in-crime. We'll make sure to have coffee breaks and shopping days, just like we always talked about!"

Sharon pretended to think seriously. "Well, if you're going to be a billionaire, you might need a personal assistant. I'll just have to charge you a small fee-like, I don't know, half a million Dollars a month?"

"Half a million? For what? Making me laugh and keeping me company?" Hadassah teased, shaking her head. "I can get a cheaper assistant for that!"

They both burst into laughter, the weight of the past few days lifting as they plotted their future together. "But really, I want us to enjoy this journey. We'll celebrate every little victory, and I'll make sure you get your share of the spoils," Hadassah promised, her eyes shining with hope.

"Deal!" Sharon exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious. "I can't wait to see you in your new life! Just remember, I expect regular updates on all the adventures you'll have!"

As they chatted, the excitement of this new phase enveloped them.