Sunday The Fourteenth

It was a day Ademola won’t forget in a hurry. In fact he may never forget the day at all. He’d woken up earlier than he usually did so as to prepare breakfast for him and his wife. It was valentine’s day and it was also their marriage anniversary.

Ademola had many surprises planned for that day and the first one was to serve his wife breakfast in bed. He was about to pick up the tray of food and take it to their bedroom when he heard his wife’s footsteps coming towards the kitchen.

“Good morning dear! Happy anniversary and happy Valentine’s day,” Ademola said with an infections smile on his face.

She kissed him passionately and although she tried to help him serve the food Ademola refused. He put some water in the electric kettle and then plugged it to a socket.

Halfway through their meal he noticed that his wife was staring at him with a mischievous grin on her face.

“I know that look,” Ademola said “what are you not telling me?”

“Take a guess”

“You know I’m a lousy guesser.”

“Okay,” she said and waited a bit in order to stoke his curiosity, “I’m pregnant.”

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Ademola stood up from where he was sitting down and jumped up and down like a kid. He was so excited that he hugged his wife and kept on saying “thank you Lord”. They’ve been married for seven years without a child.

They ate the rest of their breakfast talking about the high hopes they have for the future. Ademola’s wife was about to stand up from where she ate her breakfast when she fainted and slumped to the floor. He rushed towards her and tried to revive her but all his efforts where futile.A neighbour who heard his frantic shout for help assisted him in rushing her to the hospital. The doctor pronounced her dead on arrival.

Ademola was seated among his friends and relatives who were trying their best to console him when his phone rang. It was one of his neighbours calling.

” Hello”

“Mr Ademola! You have to come home as fast as you can because your house is on fire.”