Our Angels 32

Horns were blaring as the pink convertible driving towards him stopped inches from his car. The front airbag had inflated, saving his chest from hitting the steering. A mousey-brown-haired man in a male nurse’s uniform jumped out of the Fiesta which was now at the foot of the mammoth NHS sign. The man took quick strides to the car. Richard opened the door. His head had stopped spinning but his heart was yet to stop propelling against his chest.

He stretched out a shaky hand when the younger man got closer.

“I’m fine, mate. Are you hurt?”

“I’m sorry. My brakes failed.”

The man jumped into the front passenger’s seat before Richard could stop him. “Please don’t move. I need to makesure you are fine. Does it hurt anywhere?”

Seeing the phone on the floor of his car reminded him he was speaking to Junior when the crash happened. He told the young nurse- who kept fussing over him- he had to go to the A&E. His shoulders and ribcage hurt but all he wanted to do was be at Desola’s bedside.

After waiting for the hospital’s security man and then the police, he half-ran, half-bolted to the emergency department. He hadn’t seen an ambulance arrive so he was surprised when a female nurse showed him to a cubicle. He rushed to her when he saw her. She looked completely down in the dumps. Her eyes were vacant of their trademark sparkle.

“I’m sorry, babe.”

He flung his arms around her, unable to continue with the apologies because he’d hoped he wouldn’t be too late. But she was already in a hospital gown. He knew what that meant.They had lost their baby. 

Junior’s face was wrought to an apprehensive version of itself when Richard saw him in the corner of the room. The teenager insisted he had heard a bang before his father’s phone went dead. Richard told them a car had ran his off the road- but reassured them that it was simply a minor motor accident. Although his limbs hurt as if he’d fallen down a flight of stairs, he kept nodding to confirm he felt fine. But because Desola’s eyes were examining him, asking him questions that her lips did not mouth, he asked Junior to go and get them some grapes and juice.

He started stroking the hand he held in his as soon as it was only them behind the curtains of the cubicle.

“Why do you hide things from me, Richard?” She made an attempt to sit up; her hands didn’t grab the arms he offered her for support. Eventually her head slumped back on the double pillows.

“I know, Richard. I know. I just don’t understand why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was only trying to protect you, sweetheart.” Richard wondered if she’d opened his letter from the hospital or perhaps she’d clawed out fragments of shredded paper from the shredder. “I just couldn’t tell you Desola. I couldn’t say the word cancer.”

“Cancer?” She was sure she’d heard him wrong.“What are you talking about?”

“I thought you knew about the hospital appointments?”

“Please, don’t tell me there is something wrong with you. I can’t lose you…I really can’t.” She sat up as tears started welling up in her eyes.

Slowly he explained about his near-cancer diagnosis. He’d spent a lot of time away from the house to prevent failing her. He didn’t want her worrying about him. And that was why he did everything in his power to makesure she didn’t find out.

She then explained what she knew and how she found out he’d gone to see Agnes.

“I had to ask for her forgiveness. My actions nearly ruined her life.” His face creased as a thought occurred to him. “Please don’t tell me you thought I was having an affair?”

When she didn’t answer but instead looked away from him, he pressed on. “Why would I cheat on you with a woman that is nearly twenty years older than you? Babe, I don’t notice other women because I have you. Even when you are not with me, you are always here.” He tapped his chest.

A smile hovered on her face until the shrieks of a baby from outside the cubicle drenched her again with the crippling sadness her face had been saturated in when he walked in. Tender signs of recovery dissolved like smoke wisps. She withdrew her hands from his. He watched her turn her back on him and started to wonder if he had been too late with his declaration.

That evening he drove his wife back home because the nurse in charge informed him there were no vacant beds in the EPAU and gynaecology ward upstairs. She asked him to keep an eye on Desola but to also prepare her for the following days’ inpatient appointment.


The girls were dressed when Richard got back the next morning after picking up the courtesy car from the garage. Junior was tiptoeing to the dining table with cereal boxes and bowls. He was glad that Junior had kept the girls quiet to let his wife sleep. He’d told Junior what was going on late last night before going upstairs. Her eyes were closed when he got to their bedroom after midnight, but he could tell, perhaps because of the gentle rising of her chest, that she wasn’t asleep.

Upstairs in the bedroom, the curtains were down. The room was dark, permitting the air of sadness that sat in the room like a stale smell.

“Wake up, babe. We have to go to the hospital.”

“I don’t want to go. I want to keep my baby for just one more day.”

He got under the duvet and wrapped his arms around her. Parts of his body felt stiff and parts that were not stiff were sore. He’d woken up with muscle aches in his upper frame. But what hurt most was seeing her broken.

“I wish we didn’t have to go too but we have to. Come on, I will run you a bath. We will face it together.”


Junior was due to leave home minutes later to catch his train to Edinburgh for his university’s open day on Monday. He hugged Desola as she apologised because they had all planned to go together. Richard, her and the girls were going to stay in a hotel after touring the university grounds on Saturday with the rest of the parents and relatives. And then, they were going to come back to London with Junior on Monday evening.

“I can’t believe you will be starting uni in January Baba oko mi? Who will help me with my heavy shopping now?” Desola fussed over Junior.

“Ma worry, you can command your hubby to help you with your shopping,” Junior said, grinning at his dad, a few inches away from them. “I will be back every fortnight Dee with my dirty laundry. You forgot to show me how to use the washing machine. Another thing I will be back for is a pot of your delicious jolof rice.”

Desola hugged him again as the boy started laughing. She felt like she was going to cry until Richard asked his son to let go of his wife.

“I’m still alive, son,” he added.


The couple were in Grace’s flat later to drop the girls off. Her mother-in-law was busy at the restaurant but she’d promised to come down to their house later. What surprised Desola at the flat was seeing Pastor Iwoye there. There was a look on his face that she couldn’t place. She’d intended to ask her friend when the women left the men in the lounge so they could talk, but all Grace wanted to know was how she was feeling.

“Countless women have faced this before me,” Desola told Grace in the bedroom she used to sleep in.

“What matters dear is that your husband loves you.” Grace hugged her. ” The girls and Junior love you too. Don’t let what has happened make you forget.”

She looked away from Grace, round the room where she had shed tears of unrequited love and a broken heart. Two years on, and the same man that stalked her sweet dreams and nightmares was still there, except what he felt for her was still as blurred as the first day he kissed her.

She had worked something out last night though as she listened to Richard from the top of the stairs telling Junior that he and his sisters would always come first. No one would come before them. It had occurred to her that he married her because he needed a wife, not because he wanted to love again.

“Maybe this is what we get for how we got together in the first place, Sister Grace. Maybe…. I will never be able to have children… but I will be fine because I have experienced what it feels like to be called mummy by those two girls. Even if this is the end for us, I will always love those kids.”

She ignored Grace’s question asking her what she meant and left the room. Richard was ready to go, so she followed him downstairs.


He couldn’t think of anything to say to ease the thick tension between them until they had reached the hospital and picked two seats at the end of the empty waiting room of the EPAU reception area.

“Pastor and Sister Grace, eh?”

“What?” She turned her head to him. “He likes her?”

“Yes… and I think they will be great together.” He sighed because that was the first time she’d smiled since yesterday. “I will help him get his act together. I know what it feels like to be so blindfolded by love that you stop reasoning like a sane  mind.”

“Do you?” She lowered her eyes to his hand that had reached for her smaller ones resting on her thighs.

“I know it doesn’t look good that you found that photo of Eniola in our bedroom and the one in my wallet…”

“Richard, it doesn’t matter…”

“The truth is, Junior bought me that wallet before we flew to Nigeria. He stuck his mother’s photo in it. Remember I came to Nigeria with the Mother’s Day present the twins bought you. I think Junior wanted to do something… to remember his mum somehow for Mother’s Day. I didn’t think it would be nice to take the photo out.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know.”

“No, I am sorry. Sorry for not shouting how I feel about you from the rooftops. But, you know, I have been burnt before.”

“Is that why you are punishing me, Rotimi? You won’t let me in because of what she did to you? Mama Junior made  mistakes. So did you.”

“I let you in a long time ago.” He moved his face towards hers. She barely had any make-up on but she looked beautiful; sad but alluring. It was when he saw her hug Junior that he realised that her decision to wait a while before getting pregnant was as she said – for his children’s sake. Especially Junior, who might feel as if he’d been replaced by the child Desola would bear him.

“I love you.”

It was his turn to wait now because she didn’t jump for joy like he’d imagined she would.

“You don’t have to say that because of what I’m going through at the moment.” She paused before continuing harshly. “You can’t keep dishing out your love in small doses when it suits and then taking it back with your actions. Anyway… I can’t do this right now.” She jerked her head away.

For minutes she stared ahead defiantly. Until she remembered the jug of water on the table beside her which the nurse had asked her to drink before she sat down. The water tasted odd. She saw a vending machine at the other end of the waiting room and asked Richard for some money. He passed her his wallet. She walked away after mouthing ‘thanks’.

A wince didn’t escape her lips when she opened the flaps of the wallet because she’d promised herself it wouldn’t hurt this time. Instead, she exhaled softly and walked back to him – because tucked inside his wallet was a photo of them together. It was the one that was taken by Fausat shortly before their nikkah.

“I love you, Mr Iretioluwa.” She kissed him whilst holding him tightly.

“I love you more, darling wife.” He said after managing to tear his lips away from hers. “I fell inlove with you a very long time ago. It took me a while to realise it and then say it but I promise you I won’t stop saying it from now on.”

He continued, “There is no reason to keep worrying about what I had with Eniola. I loved her but she is my past now. But the children…”

“I know. I will help you keep memories of her alive. The girls will not forget their mother.”

“If you stop worrying about her she will stop appearing in your dreams and scaring you.”

They both chuckled.

He gasped when she hugged him again. She asked what was wrong. After he had explained that his seat belt restrained him too tightly when the accident occurred, she kissed him and told him he should have mentioned he was in pain.

“I just wanted to be here for you hun. I’m fine only if you are.”

Her palm touched his face, tracing the contours of his fine cheekbones. The feeling was back in the pit of her belly. She knew she would never have left him. They were joined together by that which she couldn’t put a name to.

Inside the dimly-lit room, he held her hand as the sonographer put gel on her exposed belly. He was kissing her hand to reassure her when he noticed that the sonographer’s face had frozen midway in conversation.

“Would you like to know what you are expecting dad-to-be?” the man asked.

“What? The baby is fine?” She half-shrieked the question, so that Richard had to rephrase it.

“Yes. Sixteen weeks and kicking just fine.” The sonographer grinned at Desola. “These two boys are going to be as big as their dad.”

Richard grabbed Desola’s hand. He was trying to say something but the words were not coming together in his head. She was laughing. Her eyes were happy again.

“I didn’t think I could love you anymore but you keep doing this to me, Adesola Aisha Iretioluwa. Thank you for saving me and making me a better man.”



The End

40 thoughts on “Our Angels 32” by olajumoke omisore (@olajumoke)

  1. Finally…i swear i almost gave up…well am happy everything worked out at the end for both of them…would have sucked if it didnt

  2. Finally…’tis gud…La fin…

  3. @schatzilein, thank you so much dear for staying with us from day one.
    What a ride.
    Now that it is all over, you can give me that bag in your profile photo to say welldone…..hehe.
    Just teasing. Thanks for reading.

    @aadetoyin @smiliee @Nalongo et al will be glad it’s all over too.

    1. My dear Jumoke uou really tried..it wwsnt an easy ride at all…as for the bag…i will give you in different colours self hahaha…now i can go back and read all lof the episodes again

      1. schatzilein, you are too nice.
        Looks like I will have one bag for each day of the week with this your promise ……hehehe.

        Thank you for all your kind comment.

  4. Well done. I really enjoyed the series.

    1. Many thanks @Nalongo for hopping on the ride.

  5. Hmm…you rushed this ending. I guess you were tired of their drama and wanted to just conclude it.

    Nice ending.. but it would have being good…*coughs..if it didn’t end well…maybe desola walked away or Richard died…

    But, then we need to believe in true love eh? It’s all good.

    If I would guess, another series is already brewing in your head abi? That’s if it’s not already on your PC…

    Well done.

    1. This one took a lot longer than the rest to write @topazo.
      And uploading it took ages. It was a few days before the site’s maintenance work.
      Despite these and my busy schedule, I can honestly say I have enjoyed writing the series.
      It seemed like a good time to end it……..
      And the shorter descriptions in these were done on purpose. I think readers are familiar with the characters by now.

      Abi you want me to keep writing till episode 59? Lol.
      And your plans for Richard, all these female readers would have told me off…hehe.

      I am working on smaller projects at the moment.
      The series brewing can keep brewing jare, this girl is too busy.
      Thank you so much for reading and commenting from day one.
      I appreciate your comments, cheers.

  6. Haaaaaaaa so it finally ended on a good note? Yay!!! Another set of twins. I want twins ;D
    @jummy, ♣ƭћǟπƙs♣ 4 entertaining us all these wks. God bless u dear

    1. You know I can’t thank you enough even if I try @aadetoyin.
      Thanks for believing in the series.
      God bless you too dear.
      May 2014 bring you all the best.

  7. Nice one dear. Tank God 4 it all end well. Twinssssssss!!! I luv dat.

    1. We thank God.
      Thanks to you too @vicky for your encouraging comments every week.

  8. Hmmm…..

    With each episode, I always wondered if this pair would get a chance at ‘happy ever after’. Well, with this ending, they sure have that chance.

    Thirty two nice episodes of…..Our Angels.

    1. I think they will be just fine now.
      Thanks @namdi for your regular comments.

  9. Welldone dear.

  10. hmmmmm…..now i can breath & sleep freely without dreaming of OUR ANGELS………..

    totally enjoyed this series……

    thumbs up @Mama

    I really enjoyed this ride …….now i can read it again,again & again.

    1. Now you can sleep freely……..lol.
      I’m really glad you enjoyed the series.
      Thanks for your feedback @kaymillion.

  11. msschewwwwwwww I STILL want to slap richard. don’t ask why

    well done oh mma jumoke.. may i use this as a tv series?

  12. @smiliee, thanks for following the series from episode one.
    I can’t thank you enough.
    I tried to send you a private message but it didn’t go through.
    Can you try to send me one from your NS profile pls and then we can continue our chat.

    1. @smiliee, thanks for the testing….testing message, lol.
      I tried responding but the messages wouldn’t go through.
      Maybe it is just me and my terrible blogging skills….hehe.
      I can’t send private messages and I can’t add friends either.
      I wonder if Admin@ogaoga would know what’s wrong.

  13. @olajumoke did I ever mention i like your writing style? Sparing, terse, straight to the point. And the way you use tags? Splendid!

  14. @sanjules, seeing your comment on my work feels fab.
    Many thanks for the compliment.
    I have to confess though that I’m not normally this economical with words. But I had to get this under 2,500 words so it gets published. This is the reason why I had to be sparing. Plus, I try to do this for the online-type serial writing.
    But in my other writing projects, I love language and depth too much to be terse. I probably bore readers…lol.
    It will be good to read something from you soon. The sin series is unforgettable. Beautiful writing.

  15. realized not realised and make sure not makesure… still good but the spellings there is not correct

  16. @mbanefo, I will have to check that there isn’t a gap in make sure.
    The ‘realised’ is intentional because ‘realize’ is the American/Canadian version.
    I believe we use the English version in Nigeria, don’t we?
    Thanks for reading and for leaving a comment.
    I appreciate it, ta.

  17. (Imagine this is a Spaghetti Western movie scene) Well @Olajumoke, this is where you say:Adios Amigos,turn your horse around and ride off into the Sunset. Naaahhh!!!! You will be around for long time Baby. I enjoyed the ride while it lasted and I will be looking out for your stories when I drop by, It was a fun ride, I dare say. Take a bow, @Olajumoke! Kare Omo!!

  18. The last time I was on a horse, it didn’t end well dear. Lol.
    @LEROY, thank you so much for reading our angels and for all your encouraging comments.
    I will let you know if I post anything on here.
    Take care dear.
    Thanks again.

  19. Never knew the series was still on, i will just go back and catch up with the previous series. happy it end well for desola and Richard. More ink to your pen Jummy

  20. @NIRA-SLYVES, I wondered why your comments stopped coming.
    Don’t worry, you can still catch up on the previous one.
    I’m glad you read this one.
    Many thanks for checking in.

  21. FINALLY!!! I am so happy. Communication is very key in any relationship.

  22. Thanks @menoveg for reading all 32 episodes!
    Sending hugs.
    Take care.

  23. Omg!.i cant believe i’m crying.love ths story.frm episode one to thrty two!

  24. @Zcheye, I’m glad you read the whole series.
    Thanks for telling me you ‘love the story’.
    Welcome to NS.

  25. I’m kind of short of words but I can’t say nothing about your choice of words – your diction is captivating. Keep on!

  26. Many thanks @innoalifa.
    Your words are encouraging.

    1. … a bunch of thanks too (@olajumoke

  27. @menoveg, thank you.
    Writing the series was fun but the support and feedback I got from NS writers was just awesome.
    Thanks for reading the whole series.

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