The woman currently watching television or more like one of the women, stared with her mouth and eyes —behind her spectacles— both open wide. She is never one to waste her time watching television but whenever she comes to visit her mother-in-law, she permit herself that entertainment. Her days are always filled to the brim with so many things and to think she doesn't work in an office neither does she own her business.
She is a full housewife that stopped going to school the minute she wrote West African Examination Council while she was in grade twelve. What? That's how it's done back at her home where she's left her parents. You go to school and finish before reaching certain age or you drop out. It's not important for a girl to study they say, the boys prefer going to farms than school.
That's how the system works and they want to keep it up.
There's is nothing worth it when she is going to get married and stay with her husband, become a slave to his family if he's got a large one and that is exactly what she is doing. No one asked that of her but she was schooled and bred to do that right from home. Always clean the house, do the dishes, wash your clothes and your husband's and so on. The list never seize, it's protracted and tedious.
She is only paying heed to her ancestors words like all the girls she's left back home. There is nothing in cleaning a large two storey mansion that consists of many mirrorlike stuff, cleaning silverwares and washing expensive heavy laces making her hands feel like a workman's calloused hands. She doesn't need any help from no one, she can do so by herself. Even though her husband is a multibillionaire, she knows that too but who cares? That is what wives do, right?
"Jannah, have you eaten the food?" Her mother-in-law, Hajiya Maimuna asked with her head tilted to the side, boring her eyes into her daughter-in-law's.
She has totally forgotten about her sitting there because the food she's brought, like always, tend to make her forget how things work in the head. Her cranium starts snagging her medulla oblongata. It is that enticing and piquant, not melodramatic.
The said Jannah, the multibillionaire's wife, sitting down on the carpeted floor smiled shyly at the woman. She is never comfortable with her even with her cordial and earnest nature. The woman had told her countless times to not sit on the floor but on the couch like every other person but she refuses every single time. She is not used to sitting up while elders are there. Not her home training.
Hajiya Maimuna Ibrahim Attahir clearly loves her a lot because she was the person who chose her for her son. Her rich, handsome son to be clear. Full package. The woman undoubtedly has a soft spot for her, a smile that could shame the sun and voice as mellow as a ripe peach. She's got this aura that makes even the most ruthless person comfortable around her.
She'll squeeze her in awkward hugs whenever she comes and when she is going. She'd straighten her clothing, adjust the little powder she's forced herself to start applying because there are a lot of them in the house that she doesn't know what to do with it. Things are getting messed up for her now with her baby growing up and almost ready to join school.
A meek smile present on her lips, Jannah answered her mother-in-law. "I've eaten at home and very full." Knowing the woman will ask her to join if she says otherwise.
"You should be eating food a lot, you hear? You should gain more weight than that. Add a few more stones." Hajiya Maimuna scolded a bit, her face still pleasant as she scoop more spoonfuls of sweet potatoes in her mouth.
"Yes, mother." She forced the word out before returning her attention back to the television where a supermodel is slowly walking on a ramp.
Seeing women this naked never seize to amaze her even if she will see them million times. Why are they walking around naked? Don't they have parents or husbands of some sort? Someone that will scold them and beat them when they don't listen to simple words? It makes no sense to her that they have so much freedom when in her home they aren't allowed to go out without long hijab that will close her feet.
The only time they are allowed to have fun with their friends is once in a year, during Eid. They spend one hour or two max then come back home to help their parents, send food all around the neighborhood and they are done till another year. It never bothered them, they all love their space back in their parents homes.
But these women here, she knew they are not sharing the same religion but that still doesn't sit well with her. Close up your asset! She'd scream in her head, never opened her mouth to say it out loud.
The scene changed to another woman closing her hair and walking up an airplane, a private jet. She waved at the people yelling out her name then settled inside gracefully. She started talking rapidly in this accent Jannah could only blink at. What is she saying? She's speaking English no doubt because the words are there but the way she does it, not Jannah's speed at all.
'Fatma Al-Amr' is written beneath, that should be the woman's name. It's a reality show, Jannah concluded with a pat on her back for knowing what is going on. She's been so sheltered even though she's lived in the city for almost five years now. She knows nothing but her home and no one but her husband's small family.
While she was still watching Fatma Al-Amr, sounds of high heels clicking the Calacatta Gold Marble floor reach her ears and she grimaced. She hates unnecessary noise, especially ones made by those suicidal materials. Her eyes glued to the television, the sound gets closer and Jannah had no choice but to turn around to see who this person is, polluting the earth. She yanked her eyes off the television, grudgingly to view the person coming in.
She beheld the sight of the Chloé scarlet shoes first, her eyes moved upward slowly to not miss a thing. This person is wearing on mocha straight pants, brown body hug with onyx flannel atop then a Marc Jacob half moon bag. She's got some fashion sense if she is just trying to show how rich she is or whatever.
Getting to the face, she surveyed the person in front of her with open curiosity. A girl in her mid twenties stood there in the middle of the living room looking at her like some disgusting chewing gum beneath her expensive stellar shoes. There is no an ounce of doubt that this girl is magnificent from head to toe but her attitude clearly states otherwise. She is a rich girl with fetid bratty attitude.
Her pretty diamond shaped face, small upturned nose to complete her arrogant aura, wide full upper lips. She's perfected her makeup from every inch so Jannah cannot tell the type of brow she's got and her real skin complexion. She looks fair from where she is sitting just that her neck is a little bit darker than her face. Maybe that is how things are with these fair people? You never know.
Not wanting to be disrespectful to her mother-in-law's guest, she stood up to greet her while bending her head a bit like a bow. She stopped genuflecting just recently after getting an earful from Hajiya Maimuna. "Good afternoon, Ma'am." She even reach her hand out to collect the girl's bag but the girl stepped back, she's feigning fear.
The lass totally ignored Jannah's greeting and rushed to hug Hajiya Maimuna who's seen everything unfolding and her expression has yaw taut. She doesn't like the way the girl treated her daughter-in-law, nonsense and more.
"I'll just go look for my daughter inside." Jannah excused herself from the living room since it's clearly shown that the guest doesn't like her presence there.
Before Hajiya Maimuna could give her consent, she's disappeared in search of her daughter who's vanished the minute they arrived. She's probably out with the pets in the house.
"I miss you so much, mommy. It's been how many years?" The guest whined in Hajiya Maimuna's arms, her voice sultry like she is talking to a lover instead of a mother figure.
Hajiya Maimuna forced a smile that soon yaw natural because she's also missed Lina. She is her friend's daughter whom she regard as her daughter since she was young. Lacking a daughter herself around her, she loved all her friends female daughters and spoil them to fault but seems like Lina got more spoiled when she went abroad to study business administration.
And then guess who's here? Jannah I'm going to keep giving you fault now that I'm becoming addicted to K-drama😭 this is so unlike me!!!
But you guys should manage this and let me tell you again, this book is not just here😮💨 a bit twistier than my other books but trust me the love here is going to blow your minds😮💨
Jannah and Adnan, give way!
Short chapters bruh, I just love 'em...
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