Angel Of Mine – Episode 9

Angel of mine

by Amanda Mofiat

Ins**t 9

My wife hadn’t been eating for the past few days, well since she was discharged from the hospital. I am very worried about her and honestly I don’t know what to do anymore. My mother has been trying to talk to me but I don’t want to hear any word coming out of her mouth. When I heard about what happened, I was angry at her. No I mean all this while I thought that she loved Emily but I was very wrong about just everything, she was faking it. She never loved her and it just hurt me a lot because I gave her so much respect. Now Emily isn’t eating and the loss of our child must have hurt her that deeply. I mean this was supposed to be our first born and it makes perfectly sense why she has had herself locked in her room.

Her mother was supposed to come but it seems the weather has been pretty bad where she is and she is not able to travel. Maybe if she comes, Emily might feel better. I haven’t been going to work too. Emily has been telling me to go but what for when she is not feeling well. I walked with the plate to the kitchen; Emily didn’t even touch the plate. I just hope that she was going to recover from this, she just lost our baby and that must have hurt her really bad.

‘How is Emily?’ my mother asks and I don’t know what she is doing in the kitchen.

‘As if you care mother.’

‘I do care Jamal.’

‘Mother, please. Can’t you see that you have done enough? You are lucky that I haven’t told people back from the village that you killed my unborn child.’

‘You know that is not true Jamal. I will never do something like that, I love Emily and I am sorry she lost that baby.’

‘Mother, I don’t believe your words. What if you were just pretending to love Emily for the sake of me?’

‘Jamal why would I do that? Jamal if I didn’t love Emily, shouldn’t I have stopped the wedding from taking place. Shouldn’t I have done something so that you won’t end up with her? Jamal, I am your mother and right now I am not asking you to choose but to believe me because I will never lie to you. I am sorry I didn’t want to tell you this but Emily made herself fall, I never pushed her.’

‘Enough with the lies mother!’ I shouted dropping the plate on the floor, ‘why would she make herself fall knowing very well that she was pregnant?’

‘I don’t know Jamal, I don’t know why she would risk the pregnancy, I don’t know but I will never do something like that, not in million ways.’

‘I just wish you could tell me the truth mother, the more you continue with your lies, and the more you lose my respect.’

‘Jamal.’

I ignored her as I walked out of the kitchen.

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Honestly I don’t know what to do anymore. I never thought that Emily’s hatred towards me was that serious. She made herself fall and I have a feeling that she is lying about the pregnancy. Jamal won’t believe me, he thinks I am lying to him and I know that I will never prove my innocence. It’s my words against theirs. I haven’t been sleeping for days now just praying to God. I haven’t had the chance to talk to Emily but I wish I could so that we can clear off this misunderstanding. I don’t know if she was pregnant and if she was, why would she do such a thing? I went back to my room and I try to sleep but it has been so hærd for me to get any eye shut.

How can I sleep when my son is angry at me? How can I actually sleep knowing fully well that I have been wrongfully accused? Nothing seems to be making me happy and I am worried that my relationsh¡p with my son has been destroyed. Jamal refuses to talk to me, he refuses to even let me speak to his wife but I shall keep on praying to God to give me guidance. I have been cooking for them but they haven’t been eating my food and the rejection is just too much for me. I wipe away the tears that have fallen. I hear my son driving out of the yard and that means it’s just me and his wife in,side the house. I am thinking about going over to their room but what if she accuses me of something else.

I got up from the bed and walk to the door. She opens it first before I die.

‘I was about to come to y…’

I am cut short by a slap on my cheek. Emily just slapped me and I have no idea why she did that.

‘And I will slap you again you witch!’

My hand is on my cheek and I am just looking at her with tears in my eyes. What did I ever do to her? What I have always wanted was to get along with her but it seemed as if she wasn’t even interested on doing that with me.

‘Why do you hate me this much Emily?’ I ask.

‘You want me to start explaining. b***h you already know why I hate you and I am not going to repeat myself again. Your son is going to hate you. You killed his unborn child.’

‘Emily, I didn’t kill your child. You pushed yourself.’

‘Did I?’ she asks as she sits down on the bed.

‘I could do anything for you if you could just tell my son the truth. Emily I am sorry if I did anything wrong to you but please Jamal is all that I have and I wouldn’t want him to hate me.’

Right now what I want is for my son to forgive me for something that I didn’t do. I don’t care if she lied to him but I just couldn’t lose Jamal. He is all that I had and losing him is like the death of me. I only live for Jamal and nobody else. Right now he won’t believe whatever I am going to say to him. In his mind he thinks that I am the one who pushed his wife. I have never seen Jamal so angry at me before. We always had peace in our lives and we never fought. Maybe because this was happening for the first time, I felt as if though everything was just falling apart. Emily didn’t even reply but just walked out of my room clicking her tongue in the process.

I spent the day in my room reading the bible and minutes later I heard noises coming from the dining room. It was already late at night and I hadn’t eaten anything. I was hungry but I just couldn’t eat knowing that my son was angry at me. I walked out of my room and found Emily crying with her mother patting her back. Jamal was sitting opposite and when he saw me, he just turned to look aside, that was my soon treating me like I was some kind of a killer. I walked to them and sat on the floor unless I am told not to sit on their sofa. I greeted them but none of them responded.

‘So you wanted to kill my daughter?’ Emily’s mother asked me and before I could respond, she got up from the sofa and walked to me.

My son is watching as all this is happening, she slaps me hærd across the cheek and I can feel the blood on my mouth. The same cheek that her daughter slapped few hours ago, Jamal just sat there and did nothing about it. Maybe he thought I deserved it, I could see Emily smiling.

‘Mum,’ she called out, ‘you didn’t have to do that,’ she said coming to my defense but we all know that was just a pretense.

‘You are still defending her after she tried killing you? She killed my grandchild and if it wasn’t for Jamal who told me about her evil deeds. Were you going to?’

I looked at Jamal. I thought it was Emily who had lied to her mother again, that’s when I realized that I had instantly lost my son to her and he wasn’t going to treat me as his mother again. That is when I realized that Jamal loved his wife more than I even thought I had never compared the love he gave me to his wife. I could feel the pain in,side my heart, none of these people was going to treat me as a human being, and I was an animal and a murderer.

I wipe away the tears that had fallen.

‘Why is she still here?’ Emily’s mother asks, ‘She deserves to be in prison for hurting my child.’

‘Mum, I don’t want her to be sent to prison,’ said Emily but of cause she would like to see me suffer emotionally.

‘I don’t understand you Emily,’ said her mother.

‘She is still my mother-in law. Only God will judge her for what she did to me, let’s not take this far.’

‘Mum and Emily,’ said Jamal and he wasn’t referring to me, ‘I am sorry for what she did to your daughter and I would have wanted her to be thrown in prison.’

Hearing those words coming out from my son’s mouth hurt so deeply. If only he knew the wh0le truth but I am going to forgive him, for he doesn’t know what really happened. I love him with all of my heart, despite of everything, he is still my son. I am not going to fight, no I am not going to defend myself, I am going to keep quiet, only He knows the truth and he shall protect me from them.

I was made to leave the room and I did as told. I slept without eating anything. They cooked but Emily came to tell me that they didn’t leave any food for me. The next following day, I was awakened by a knock at my door. I responded and Jamal walked in,side. He was well dressed. I greeted him but he didn’t respond to my greeting,

‘I wanted you to go back to the village but Emily insisted that you stay. I don’t know why she is still treating you with so much respect when you killed our child. Anyway I will be traveling to Brazil today for a business trip and I will be back after 2 weeks. Please mother try to get along with Emily and her mother. I don’t want to come back here hearing that you have been causing trouble, With the little respect that I still have for you, I hope you won’t cause any trouble.’

‘Jamal,’ I called out when he was about to walk out.

‘What?’ he snapped.

‘Have a safe journey,’ I say to him with a warm smile.

He just opens the door and bangs it on his way out.

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Amy