She’s a nurse. When I met her, she was a student nurse. She was very beautiful and soft-spoken and also very respectful. I’m only three years older than her, but she called me Bra Nat and said please before talking to me all the time. Even when I asked her to stop, she continued doing it out of character.

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And then we started dating. My house was not too far from her school, so she was with me often when she didn’t have class. She spent weekends with me when her schedule would allow it. Everyone in my house liked her because of her submission and respect. My landlord told me, “After everything this lady is doing for you, if you don’t marry her, you’ll answer to God.”

She was struggling to pay her fees, but she couldn’t tell me about it. She said she was shy to ask a man for money. I heard her talking to her dad about it on the phone, and the next day, I gave her money to pay. You should have seen her. She wanted to lie on the floor for me to walk on her. “No man has ever done these things for me,” she said. “So it’s true that there are good men out there.”

I paid her hostel fees and gave her weekly allowances. It was very easy to do these things for her because she was very kind in her own small ways and also served me in different ways. She made it very easy for me to fall deeply in love with her, and I could do everything for her.

After school, I took her to meet my parents, and she also did the same. I didn’t want the distance between us to persist, so I wanted to marry her as soon as possible, but she insisted I should wait until she was posted. She was working in a private hospital then, but she said she was only doing that to while away time because it didn’t pay much.

I went to her place one day to visit her unannounced. I knocked on her door, and she asked who it was, and I mentioned my name. It took her ages to come out. She came out with a guy who looked as if he was going to war. “Why is my girlfriend driving me away because of you? What do you have to do with her?”

He was shirtless and in a small pair of knickers as if he was in his own house. “My wife is your girlfriend? How?” I asked.

This guy threw the first punch, angry that I was calling his girlfriend my wife. “That’s what you do, using money to take people’s girlfriends. Do you know what I have done for her? Do you know how long? Anita, is that how you want to repay me?”

Then I also threw a punch in response, something I’d never done in my life, fighting for any reason. This guy was smallish, so I underestimated his strength. He jumped on me, and I was on the floor. That was the end for me. He threw tens of punches, all to my face and chest, while I struggled to bring him down. He was even trying to put sand in my mouth.

All Anita did was tell us to stop fighting. She should have shouted for help when she realized I needed it, but she didn’t. By the time a few guys came around to separate the fight, I’d already lost. I quickly left the scene and also fled the embarrassment of having to explain what happened.

Anita is back apologizing and asking me not to leave her. She said the boy was an ex who refused to go away. Even if it were true, I wouldn’t have accepted her back. How could she have that guy as an ex? A village kung fu fighter?

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I’ve wasted my money on her, but that’s okay. I can live with that, but never can I forgive a woman who dates a mechanical fighter like that guy. I’m healing from two things: a broken heart from Anita and a broken face from his punches. Nurses? Even the soft-spoken ones are the ones who break you without warning.

—Bra Nat

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