My bodyguard husband

Jema sat on her executive office chair trying to get some work done. She had a schedule to keep up with and typed on her desktop with accurate speed.

She was typing when her phone beeped with a call. She paused to pick up the phone and relaxed on her chair in exasperation as she saw the caller's name.

It was her younger sister, Kylie. She wondered what was making her call at this time even though she knew really well that she was at work and didn't like to be disturbed.

She picked the call and on doing so, simultaneously pulled it away from her ear reflexively. Her sister shouted her name over the phone,fear evident in her voice.

She became alarmed by her tone. Her sister didn't wait for her to speak and said,

"Come to the hospital immediately", she said and cut the call.

Jema looked at the phone before dropping it on the table. She began to panic when she heard the word 'hospital'. Her father was in the hospital,admitted a few days earlier after collapsing from a heart attack, that she caused. She soon began to feel guilt wash through her again but she shook it off.

She picked up her bag from the table,put her phone in her purse and grabbed her car key before dashing out of the office.

Her personal assistant almost crashed into her in her haste. She tried to speak but her employer had already dashed into the elevator. She looked at the elevator wondering what could make her boss leave looking so worn out.

Jema looked at the control pad and watched as the numbers counted down. She was so jittery and was becoming annoyed that it counted down slowly.

She heaved a sigh when it did eventually get to the last floor and dashed out before the door could even fully open. Her employees who saw her did that almost gaped at her.

They had never seen their ever so composed boss's daughter so not composed.

Jema rushed out of the office complex and went to the parking lot.

She got into her car,switched on the ignition and swerved out of the parking lot almost recklessly.

She soon got on the expressway and drove like a maniac. She wondered what was going on in the hospital. Her mind raced as it hit only one possibility, her father might be dying.

She pushed the negative thought out of her mind. She didn't want to think negatively and fixed her mind on the impossibly positive.

She looked out her window and saw a sign telling her that she was way past the speed limits.

She took in a breath and slowed down so not to gain the attraction of the police. She then began to drive with more caution as she approached the hospital's street.

She felt herself tense up as she caught a view of the hospital building.

She arrived at the hospital and parked her car safely. She stepped out of the car and walked into the hospital.

She managed to pull back up her usual casual composure as she approached the receptionist. The receptionist looked at her and her eyes widened on seeing the personality before her. Jema looked at her coolly on noticing the nurse's reaction. She was used to receiving such reaction from people.

The receptionist scrambled through her files fully aware of the reason why she was here. She brought out a card and handed it to her before adding,

"I can take you there if you don't...", she paused on seeing Jema's right hand raised.

Jema left the reception silently and walked towards the ward following the description of the card.

She paused on reaching the private ward. She opened the door which revealed the presence of all her family,her two sisters, her step mother and her two girls. They were already present making her feel as though she missed it.

Her eyes quickly caught the bed and her father who was lying on it,eyes closed. He was not moving and seeing him inactive made her heart clench with emotion.

She looked opposite him and saw her sister Kylie seated,signalling her to come take a seat beside her. She walked over to the seat reserved for her and sat down.

Her stepmother who sat in a chair beside her father,gently tapped him to wake him up.

His eyes fluttered open and he asked,

" Jema,is she here,Jema",he called out for her his voice low.

"I am here now father", she said standing up and walking to his side,on the opposite side of the bed away from her stepmother.

She looked at him with so much emotions dancing in her eyes.

He turned slowly to face her and smiled weakly when he saw her smiling at him faintly. Her looks really resembled that of her mother,his first wife. They both had auburn hair and deep brown eyes,a gentle oval face with pouty lips.

He truly had loved her but he killed her with his own careless behaviour. They had both wanted a male child but kept on giving birth to female.

He had been desperate for a male child and after they gave birth to their second child which turned out to be twin girls,he remembered leaving the hospital to go get drunk.

He got carried away and slept with one of the showgirls who eventually got pregnant. On discovering that she was pregnant,he decided to take full responsibility as an ethical man that he was.

He took her in with him to live as his wife. The news killed his wife whom he had cherished so much. She thought he did so in search of a male child.

He wallowed in regret for months and entered into more regret when he discovered that she gave birth to a female child.

He looked at his daughter feeling his heart slowly beginning to palpitate. He had called them all together so that he could read out his will to them.

The lawyer knocked on the door causing them them all to face the door, wondering who that could be.

"Come in Mr Chang", he called to the man and he stepped in upon the man's request.

A man in a black suit stepped in and greeted the family formally before telling them the reason for his presence. They all gasped and looked at the man on the bed. Jema shook her head.

" No way dad,what is the meaning of this, you are perfectly fine there is no need to... ",but she paused and sighed on seeing him raise his hand.

He slowly tried to sit up and his wife tried to help but he stopped her from doing so,he was determined to do it without any assistance. They all stared at him in a state of helplessness.

After a few seconds of struggling,he sat up into a comfortable position, cushioning himself with his pillows.

He cleared his throat and began.