The blind man's chronicle

The blind woman

Zaiden’s face fell as the waitress tapped her foot impatiently.

“But I only had a $500 meal,” he protested, his voice strained.

She crossed her arms, smirking. “Your ‘wife’—the lady who just left—ordered a lot more, packed it to go. The total is $10,000, and you’re responsible for the bill.”

Zaiden shook his head, the frustration evident in his tone. “I don’t have that kind of money. She left me in the dark—i don't know about it".

"I don't care, you came together, so you will pay!".

People around him started murmuring, some laughing. “What kind of man gets tricked by his own woman?” one man sneered.

“Blind beggar can’t even pay for his own meal,” another mocked.

"who even allow this man to come in here, I feel like throwing up!".

The waitress rolled her eyes. “Look, I don’t care about your sob story. Pay up, or I will call security and you will work here for five months to cover the bill”.

Zaiden clenched his jaw, feeling the heat of humiliation rising within him. He was stranded and has no money with him. he felt helpless.

Just then, a calm yet firm voice interrupted, slicing through the mocking laughter around Zaiden.

“What right do any of you have to mock him?” she asked, her tone unwavering.

The crowd turned, only to see a woman with dark glasses and a white cane standing tall. she was blind also.

A ripple of laughter spread.

“Look at this—another blind one,” someone muttered, followed by snickers.

"She must have felt bad, one of his blind family can't pay for his bill!".

The receptionist rudely said, "ma'am, except you pay for your fellow blind man bill, stay out of this!".

Undeterred, she walked up to the counter, pulling out her wallet. She calmly handed over her card, paying the entire $10,000 bill without a word.

A hush fell over the room. People gaped in surprise as the transaction went through, their taunts suddenly muted by the unexpected show of wealth.

Then the blind woman faced the receptionist, "Also, I will come back for you for what you just did!".

The receptionist was lost.

At that moment, a man in a sharp suit entered, approaching her with a respectful bow. “Ma’am, you are being called to the meeting.”

She nodded and turned to leave, but Zaiden, recovering from his shock, reached out. “Wait—thank you. I don’t know how to repay you, but… I would like to know your name.”

The woman turned slightly, a soft, enigmatic smile gracing her lips. “It’s not necessary, I am a blind woman just like you, talking to each other will just be curse” she replied. With that, she walked away, her figure fading into the crowd, leaving Zaiden standing there.

Zaiden felt bad and also impressed by how she intervened.

"Hey, isn't that... Ms. Cynthia from the Randall family?" one woman whispered, glancing over her shoulder. "You know, the one who went blind a while back?"

The other woman leaned in, her voice low. "Oh, I heard about her. Such a tragedy! She was stunning—had a fiancé and everything. Then, boom, her whole life just… fell apart.”

The first woman nodded, her eyes wide with sympathy. “Yeah, her fiancé ran off as soon as she lost her sight. Can you believe it? And now no one wants to marry her.”

“She was living such an inspiring life before that,” the second woman sighed. "The Randalls are desperate now. They even put out this wild offer—they will marry her to anyone who can heal her blindness, and they will pay heavily for it too. But no one’s been able to do it yet."

The two women shook their heads, casting one last look in Cynthia’s direction. “Poor thing. Who would have thought someone like her could end up like this?”.

Zaiden listened intently to the conversation, his pulse quickening as each word sank in.

Ms. Cynthia… from the Randall family? The woman who had just paid his bill—the one who had stepped in when he was at his lowest—was the very same person these women were gossiping about. And from the sound of it, her life had taken a tragic turn, all because of her blindness.

He felt a surge of excitement. Cynthia seemed kind-hearted; she had defended him without hesitation. Maybe she was the one he’d been waiting for, the one who might help him break his curse. And if anyone could restore her sight, it was him.

Zaiden clenched his fists, a sense of determination burning within him. He was trained in Eastern medicine from the time he was four years old, long before his family tragedy. He’d never stopped studying, even after losing his own sight. If Cynthia’s blindness was a natural condition, he was confident he could treat it.

He made up his mind. He would find Ms. Cynthia, offer her his help, and, in turn, maybe finally find the one person who could lift the curse from his life.