YOURS, JANNAH

#TWO

After finding her daughter playing at the backyard, she rushed to get her off the dirty clothes in the guest room she was given personally so she could use whenever she is in the villa. She's stacked few drawers with her baby's clothes just in case, situations like this one.

Before she gave birth to Imara, she hardly visits the room because there was absolutely no use doing so but now that she's got an adventurous little princess, the castle is her limit.

"Why are you so rough, Imara?" She chided her three year old daughter, dusting off mud and dog's hair all over her baby girl but that isn't working, the clothes needs to be changed.

With a suspire and loud gurgles from happy Imara, she removed the carob slip dress from her small body. Imara was quick to leave the bed to play around the room only in her panties. Jannah almost groaned, it's going to be hard catching that active three year old. She loves it when you keep following her around but Jannah lacks that strength today.

She removed a small indigo circle skirt from one of the wardrobes, a stone t-shirt to go with it. Instead of running after the little girl all around the room, she sat down on the bed and waited for her to come back since the door is locked and she won't be able to leave the room. She'll notice that and return herself. She's got no choice but come back to her mother to seek for help with the large door that won't open for her.

And few minutes later, she came bounding with her hair all over the place which was neatly tamed just a while back. She's got this long hair that Jannah have paucity of knowledge where it came from. Probably from her father's side because Jannah's hair isn't that silky or smooth with amazing waves that curl around her head, nape and forehead. Jannah's hair is anything but that. She's got natural thick hair but fortunate for her, it is soft and goes through comb like water.

"Mama, door." Imara complained with a pout, her pink lower lips pushed down and her eyes downwards to complete her bratty look.

She is as cute as a button with her father's golden tan olive skin, his matching dignified and refined straight aquiline nose, their heavy lower lips and small upper one with dimples —which she's noticed once when he pressed his lips together while he was thinking unconsciously— by each side of their faces. It's uncanny and annoying how much alike they look while she's got nothing but her brows, nails and toes.

Weird she's noticed those things? She was determined and vehement to find something like hers in her daughter.

Smiling, she picked her daughter off the floor and busied herself adorning her with the aforementioned outfit. Imara kept wiggling away but Jannah was used to that, she followed her all around the king sized bed without breaking a sweat then it was all done.

She carried a comb from the vanity table and surfed through her baby's hair, something she hates more than anything in her life but she needs to look presentable and that hair that she cannot leave alone will always get her unpleasantness.

She coiffured her onyx hair and did this side pony that never seize to make her daughter look cuter. "Now you look more like my Imara. Where was the other one again?" She asked her daughter fully knowing she doesn't know the answer to that.

"Mama, door. I want door." She repeated impatiently trying to tug at the new made pony but a stern look from her mother brought a cessation to the tugs and her fingers became lax.

Jannah place her down on the bed and went to the mirror to look at herself. She is going back to her own home now to make her husband something to eat when he comes back. She heard he is coming back today from a long trip abroad, again, zero knowledge about it. The news always comes from her mother-in-law as she is the only one that knows about her son's whereabouts then his business partners.