Angel Of Mine – Episode 19

Angel of mine

by Amanda Mofiat

Episode 19

I kept pacing up and down in the waiting room. It’s been 3 hours already and we haven’t had anything, I am really scared right now. Scared that I might have killed my husband, things weren’t supposed to turn like that. Jamal wasn’t supposed to eat my food. I had poisoned myself knowing the amount of poison that I was willing to take, not much but just something to make me sick but now it seems the poison had done more harm than good on Jamal. His mother is sitting on the bench, she seems so lost and I haven’t started accusing her of poisoning me. I have to wait for the doctor. I haven’t called anyone yet.

The doctor comes in the room and he has this sad look on his face. My heart start pounding really fast at an increasingly rapid race. What if Jamal is dead? What would I have done? I could have killed the only man that ever loved me. I walk to him.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Emily, you might need to sit down.’

‘Sit down? Just tell me that Jamal is going to be alright. Where is my Jamal?’

‘His other kidney was severely damaged Emily. He was poisoned.’

‘What?!’ I exclaimed.

Not because I already knew that he was poisoned but the fact that the poison damaged his kidney. It was Doctor Pravan who told me all of this, that’s where I had taken my husband. Tiffany had warned me about the poison but I was going to be very careful when taking it. It was unfortunate that Jamal was the one who ate my food.

‘Poisoned how?’

‘What was the last thing he ate?’

I looked at my mother-in law who was already in tears, probably heard what the doctor had said.

‘It was you?’ I walked to her, ‘it was you who poisoned him, it was you,’ I shouted shaking her.

‘I could never do that Emily. I would never want to kill my own son. You know how much I love Jamal.’

‘He ate you food. Am I the one who cooked it? You f**ken cooked it and you made us eat your food. Jamal took my plate and that means you wanted to kill me. You are a murder,’ I scre-med and shouted whilst shaking up until I felt a hand on my wa-ist.

It was the doctor trying to stop me from hurting my mother-in law. I was so angry with her. If it wasn’t for her, my Jamal would be okay right now. Jamal was fighting for his life and she was the reason why I had looked for that poison because I wanted her to get hurt not my Jamal. Pravan took me to his office and left my mother-in law crying on the floor. He walked with me to his office and I continued shouting at her. When we were in,side, he gave me a tissue. I was crying because of what I had done.

‘You should try to be strong for Jamal. It doesn’t look good for him Emily.’

‘I heard Pravan.’

‘How much did you put in there?’

I looked at him with a surprise look on my face. How did he find out about what I had done?

‘Tiffany told me, in case you are forgetting; she is my longtime friend.’

‘Jamal wasn’t supposed to eat my food. I only left the table to go and fetch some chilly for him. He switched the plates and he always does that. I thought maybe he wouldn’t since his mother had cooked for us. Jamal always told me that he loved eating the food meant for me, that sounded weird but he did it anyway, took my plate every time it was dished for me,’ I sniffed, ‘I don’t want to lose him and I am very scared.’

‘You know what needs to be done. Life is incompatible with a lack of kidney function but unlike the case with most other org-ns, we are born with an overabundant or over engineered kidney capacity. Indeed, a single kidney with only 75% of its functional capacity can sustain life very well.’

‘Will he survive if you remove one of his kidneys?’

‘It’s a 50-50 thing Emily but I will try my best to save his life. What I needed was your permission.’

‘Save his life Pravan and I will forever be in your debt, I don’t know how much it costs for this procedure. Save my Jamal for me,’ I plead with him.

I signed some forms that needed to be signed, I didn’t tell Jamal’s mother what was going on. She didn’t need to know and I wasn’t done with her. Pravan had asked me to go home and get some rest but I wasn’t leaving. I wanted to wait until I am given the good news. Jamal’s mother had left the hospital and I don’t know where she went to.

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My eyes are hurting and swollen from all the crying. I haven’t been sleeping for days now because I am worried about my son. I don’t know what really happened to Jamal. I was there in the room with him but what I am trying to say is that I don’t know what made him sick. Emily accused me of poisoning my own son. The plate wasn’t meant for her and she thinks that I added poison so that I could get rid of her. Never in my life had I got hold of poison. I don’t know what made her think that I had something to do with my son’s sickness.

I was even banned from the hospital. Emily made sure that no one was not going to let me in to see my son. She told me that she was still yet to deal with me just after she found some poison placed in my bags. I don’t know who must have put it in there but Emily said that I was the one who had it. I don’t know if Jamal recovered or if he is going to be alright but I have been praying to God. I have been praying to him to just let my son live. I was in my room reading the bible; I haven’t been eating for days now. Not that I was hungry but even if I had the appetite, Emily made sure that I didn’t get any food in the house. I heard Emily shouting from downstairs, I placed he bible on the bed and wore my slippers,

‘Maria, come down here!’ I heard her shouting when I opened the door, ‘there you are. Please help her pack her things,’ said Emily as she was talking to 2 men that had walked in with her.

They walked to me and I was pushed aside.

‘Emily, what’s wrong?’

‘Today old lady, you are going back to the village.’

It was at around 6pm when she was saying that to me as she stood akimbo. Where was I going to get a bus at that time of the hour?

‘Emily, what did I do?’

‘You are seriously asking me that? Jamal is in a comma and God knows when he is going to wake up. Actually i don’t know if he is ever going to wake up. I just want you out of my house. You should thank your ancestors that I didn’t hand you over to the police because you are a murderer.’

‘Emily, you know pretty well that I didn’t put any poison in that food.’

She laughed out loud while clapping her hands.

‘So who did that?’

Honestly, I remember Emily telling me to go and wash up. I left her in the room. I am just thinking maybe she was pretending to love me, she must have poisoned herself but then Jamal ended up eating her food. I mean she made herself fall up from the stairs. What if she poisoned herself and framed me again? I can’t say that to her because I know she will probably deny it but then should I just leave my son. What if she wakes up and asks about me? What will Emily tell him? That I am the one who poisoned him knowing very well that I wasn’t the one who did that. I am literally confused right now and I don’t know what to do.

‘So you think I poisoned my husband?’

‘I never said that Emily but you made yourself fall from the stairs.’

After having said that to her, she slapped me hærd across the cheek and I feel the pain. This is not the first time she has slapped me. She has done it several times and I am her mother-in law. I say nothing to her and wipe off my tears. The 2 men come downstairs and throw my bags on the floor, the other one throws my bible to my face. I pick it up and put it in my bag.

‘Never come back here,’ said Emily and kicked my bags, ‘esc-rt her outside, and make sure that she leaves my yard and she leaves this City tonight,’ she says to them.

I am dragged outside my son’s house and I am just quiet. I have no words left for me to say but then I say to her.

‘Can you just let me see my son?’

‘You will never see Jamal again and I will make sure that you are dead before you even see him. Leave my house.’

They push me outside the gate and it’s very cold. I am not wearing any jersey. I keep pleading with Emily to at least let me leave tomorrow but my pleas fall on deaf ears. She doesn’t listen to me. I just decide to let it be because she was never going to let me back in,side the house. It hurts me a lot to know that I will never see Jamal again. I could have called Ernest or if I had any relative in the city, I could have stayed but I had no one. I walked to the taxi rank and with the little money that I had I asked around if they were any buses travelling to my village. I was happy to find one.

‘Do you know how dangerous this place is granny?’ asked the conductor as he helped me carry my bags, ‘whoever let you come here alone is evil. Let me find you somewhere nice you can sleep.’

I wiped off the tears that had escaped. He didn’t know me but he was just friendly. We started off early in the morning and he even made sure that I had something to eat. He brought me breakfast and I couldn’t help it but see my Jamal in him, that’s how much I had missed my son. Now that I was heading back to the village, was I ever going to see him again? Emily had hurt me more than she ever did and I prayed to God to forgive me if I ever did something bad to her. I arrived at the village and the conductor made sure that I was safe. I was welcomed by my husband’s brother and his wife; I had called them earlier on letting them know that I was coming back.

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Amy