Angel Of Mine – Episode 5

Angel of mine

by Amanda Mofiat

Ins**t 5

I have just received the results from the doctor and I am so happy right now. There is nothing wrong with my mother, she was just working too much and needed some rest. I am happy, I am sorry it’s just that I was scared for the worst. I love my mother very much and I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to her. I am so happy that I could just thank the Lord several times. Trust me when I say that I hadn’t been sleeping since we went to see the doctor, praying to God to just let nothing bad happen to my mother. I can’t wait to share the news with her, she will be thrilled.

I thank the doctor for examining her, for the good news that he had given me. Right now I can’t wait to get home and share the good news with my mother. I bet Emily will be happy too. I was so happy to see them getting along this morning. I think I should say 1 or 2 things about how I met Emily. Well Emily’s mother is from Mexico but his dad George Chivi was a Zimbabwean, unfortunately her father passed away just like mine. Okay still on how I met her. We just bumped into each other and the next time I met her, I asked for her number then the rest is history. I love Emily with all of my heart and her getting along with my mother; it means a lot to me.

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My husband said that he has got some good news for me. He is taking us out with his mother and I wonder what that woman will be wearing. I hope she is going to dress well. I wanted to fake sickness but then if he had some good news for me then I might as well go out with him and his mother. After all I wanted to hear the good news. No I wanted to be happy for the first time his mother moved in with us. Just as I thought, she was dressed like some old lady from the streets. His son didn’t mind about her dressing but I sure did mind about her sense of dressing. Anyway we took a car to the restaurant, our family car that we were supposed to use once we have a kid but then he is letting us use it because of his mother. She is sitting at the back staring at the car window, I honestly don’t know what she is seeing and I hate the fact that she is in my car. I feel like burning this car and buy another one.

Did I tell you that she smells very bad? I don’t know if she washes her v****a, it must be the bad smell coming out from it.

‘Doesn’t something smell bad?’ I ask hubby as I open the car window.

‘I can’t hear anything. Can you mother?’

‘No,’ she responds from the back.

I am about to laugh but I quickly held the laughter in case they think I am crazy. She should admit that she is the one who is smelling bad. Can’t she hear the smell coming out from her? At least I could use some bit of fresh air, I say inwardly to myself. I wonder why he is driving so slowly, I just want to get this over and done with. Finally we arrive at the restaurant and the place is sort of filled with people that I know. Some of these people are just staring at my mother-in law, obviously with the way she is dressing up.

‘Excuse me,’ a lady says as we are walking to our table.

We all stop,

‘I just couldn’t help it but I so love your dress,’ she says to my mother-in law and she is just smiling at her.

‘Same here,’ says another old lady and it looks like the women can’t help it but adore her dress.

I see nothing special about her dress unless they all have bad taste when it comes to buying clothes. It didn’t look all classy at all but some old traditional dress worn by those Nigerian women.

‘I actually made it myself,’ she says and her son is just smiling obviously foolishly feeling proud of his mother.

‘Oh my God!’ one of them exclaims and I roll my eyes, ‘this is really beautiful. I don’t know but can I have your number? I might need one for my mother-in law. She loves these kind of dresses.’

‘And I will get one for my mother,’ says the other.

‘Make it three; I will definitely need one for myself.’

So Jamal saved their numbers in his phone and they told me how lucky I was that she was my mother-in law. It’s not like I was lucky but I was cursed, I didn’t like her and seeing how intelligent Jamal was, she didn’t deserve to be his mother. People were all over her that night and none of these women recognized my elegant dress from Italy. Were they blind or what. Finally we went to sit down after that show of my mother-in law’s dress. We ordered our food and I wanted to see if that woman was going to be able to use the fork and knife. I was waiting patiently for her so that I could laugh but something happened, she knew how to use the things.

‘Oh did I ever tell you that my mother once worked at an Italian restaurant that was before she married my dad,’ he said to me and that was news to me.

Now it makes sense, the way she cooked her food, everything was just in order and that wasn’t a compliment. So the witch once worked, she didn’t grow up at the village. I wonder what happened to her, what made her move to the village. Well if Jamal once told me the story then I must have forgotten because I wasn’t interested in knowing. We cleared our plate and we were waiting for our dess**t.

‘So what’s the good news?’ I ask hubby while wiping my mouth.

He looks at his mother and back at me. Is he about to tell me something that concerned her? Honestly I wasn’t interested and it would have been a waste of time that he made me come for her good news and not mine.

‘Mum,’ he holds her hand and as usual she was smiling, ‘you are not dying.’

‘What?’ I exclaim.

‘Not to worry babe.’

No I meant why is she not dying, I mean I had already started planning for her funeral. He can’t possible tell me that she is going to live and there is nothing wrong with her.

‘Well the doctor called me today from my office and I went over to the hospital. There is nothing wrong with you, they were just some pain because you have been working extra hærd,’ he says to her and I see that relived look on her face.

Both mother and son are happy but I am not. Couldn’t it have been much better if this woman was diagnosed with cancer or something? Does that mean that she was going to leave? What if still she wasn’t planning on leaving? They were busy praising the Lord and I felt angry at the Lord. Why didn’t he just make her die?

‘So that means I will be going back at the village very soon.’

‘Well yes but the doctor said you should finish off your treatment. That means you will be staying with us for a month.’

Wait! Hold on! What the f**k is going on here? Did he just instantly decide that his mother will be staying with us without checking up with me, if I was okay with the idea?

‘Is it okay babe?’

So now he is asking me when he has already made the decision, typical of him.

‘Sure,’ I fake a smile and glare at her.

My looks make her feel uncomfortable and she feigns a smile.

‘But I can finish the treatment even at the village.’

‘No, that won’t be necessary mother. You are very much welcome to stay with us and besides he says we should come for checkups once in a while. I want you close by so that I cannot worry that much and besides you won’t be bored anymore. I will buy a machine for you so that you can be sewing some clothes, I don’t know what do you think.’

‘I wouldn’t want t…’

‘Mother if you were about to say, giving us some space. We are okay with you being around.’

I grab the glass of champagne on the table when I hear him say that gulped it all in one go. Surely this woman has succeeded, no she has won the war but it’s not over I will make sure that she doesn’t leave my house alive. I can’t have Jamal always running around to make some errands for her. Didn’t you hear what he just said? He is going to be buying a sewing machine for her. What’s next? He is probably going to open a boutique for her then what? I will be completely forgotten. Why did he love his mother that much? Wasn’t he supposed to love me that much and love her less? He was married to him and not her.

We finally went back home and I just couldn’t wait to get home and take some rest. The night was still young but Jamal had ruined my evening, I thought maybe he had some better news to share with me, not the kind that makes you feel mad, unhappy you know.

‘Babe, are you okay?’ Jamal asks as soon as we walk in our bedroom.

‘I am okay, I am just tired.’

‘So sorry. I can m-ssage you if you want.’

I smile at him, gosh I can’t be mad at him forever, and he is my husband after all.

‘Okay, let me go and grab an apple in the fridge and you take a bath I will be back shortly,’ I say as I rush off downstairs.

I got at the fridge and grab one apple. I open the kitchen drawer and take the knife. So I am hearing some noise coming from my mother-in law’s room, I know Jamal has started bathing. I walk to her room and the door is slightly opened. She is down on the floor praying when I slowly walk to her still with the knife in my hands. She has her eyes closed and I am looking at her back right now. As I got close to her, I lift up my hand with the knife still in my hand.

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Amy