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Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

Six Years Ago.

On the October of the year we met, he asked me to be his girlfriend. Come to think of it, 6 years later on the same day, he asked me for a divorce.

I had finished my Exams and went to see my brother. Except for Felicity who i met during my Residency Year, Jimmy was my best friend. Jimmy was always busy but Uri his roommate got time to spend with me

. On one afternoon we were walking along the alleys taking in the beauty of the area. As we always did, we were chatting about everything and nothing.

“Ella,”

“Yes, Uri.”

He had stopped walking and i did too.

He held my face and traced lines on it.

“I love you, and I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“Will you please be my girlfriend?”

“Yes. I will Uri. I love you too.”

We laughed on the reaction we got from Jimmy when we told him we had decided to date.

“If you would have said one more thing about Ella to me without confessing to her how you feel, i would have duct tape that huge mouth that never shuts up.”

I laughed. “So what does he normally says?” I then asked.

“Oh! There is this onetime i came with a magazine that i borrowed from a friend who is into pediatric medicine. There were five baby models used for every page, he kept saying they looked like your babies

. It took me a while to understand that everything looks like Ella on Uri’s world.”

Uri jabbed Jimmy’s shoulder.

“And this other time i was making us dinner and he was washing the plates, he kept imagining how helping you in the Kitchen would be like. It was a torture hearing you bro. You got to respect your in-law…. I could break this here and now.” Jimmy then winked.

Uri looked at me with one of those looks. ‘Can he break our union?’

I shook my head.

“I respect you bro in law but sis says you can’t break us, so you can’t.”

“Challenge me Uriel..” Jimmy jested.

“I wouldn’t dare, you can be very sneaky sometimes.” Uri said and they all roared with laughter again.

“Make my sister happy, she is worth it.”

“I will dear friend, I feel like the luckiest man to have ever lived.”

“You are if you are dating my sister.” Jimmy said cheekily.

Present

“Yesterday, he took me out. Date nights. Its like we are back in high school all over again.” Mrs Johnson said.

We were having an alternate session. Mrs. Johnson would come in alone and Mr. Johnson would come alone on another schedule so that i could monitor their progress separately.

“I know it’s been only two weeks but am sure that the storm has passed.” Jenny continued

I nodded while smiling.

“Am glad, I can see the glow.”

“I feel like am falling in love with my husband and twins all over again, and with the knowledge of how short life can be I will puposefully choose to be with my family over and over.”

I nodded again smiling.

“I am fearing you will not be needing my services anymore.”

We both laughed at that remark.

“When Michele died, you lost your purpose somewhere on the grief hill, but now you have rediscovered your purpose, that’s what is important.”

The session went on for some twenty more minutes and soon I was done with the day. It was around 5.00 pm.

I swung on my office chair holding a picture of Uri and i.

. It was our wedding photo. I was wearing a white statement-sleeve Cinderella gown with heavy detail work on the bust area. Uri was clad in a grey tuxedo with his gigantic dimples taking all the attention from the picture. I loved this particular photo because it brought the memory of how happy I had been in that particular moment. Every time i looked at it my heart constricted sending warm spasms all over my body. Uri was my soulmate. The man i loved.

My secretary knocked and told me she was done for the day. I nodded and told her not to worry because i would do the lock up.

I continued swinging. Wallowing in the helplessness of my situation. Uri had not talked to her ever since that day we made love. I wished to see him, at least have that one last talk before we ended everything.


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