YOURS, JANNAH

#SEVEN

Jannah's dainty eyes raked over herself in the mirror in horror, her eyes bulging out before she shrieked piercingly. She rushed to a hijab draped on the two seater cabriole chair inside the walk-in closet and sheathed herself. Eyes still wide in consternation, she gripped the hijab tightly around her svelte body chidingly.

What on earth was that? Was she the one standing there in front of the mirror looking like an a-class whore? It makes no sense but with the way her heart is beating, she sure was the one. Was that her though?

A sound of feminine laughter from rows of clothes in the closet caught her attention because there stood the other occupant of the room laughing her ass off with a twinkle in her jocund eyes. Jannah frowned but didn't lower down the hijab from her shoulders because, what the hell? She is not going to go around in little to nothing no matter what.

Adnan Ibrahim Attahir be damned to hell and rot if he wants.

"Why are you so weird? It's just me in here and not your husband. And I'm also a woman. So what would you have done if your husband were here? Is that how you want to do it?" Aisha narrowed her eyes, all trace of laughter dematerializing like they've never been there.

"I don't care. I don't even want to do this anymore. I'm better off with my daughter." Jannah shuddered to emphasize her point but Aisha isn't having it so she traipsed to sit beside her.

Aishatu or more like Aisha Hashem Garo is or was a maid in the Ibrahim Attahir villa before few weeks ago after Jannah had told her mother-in-law about her plans to make her husband cuckoo. Naturally, they needed a solid plan on how things should work out without a slight aperture for mistake. That was taking time because each idea makes absolute no sense.

Aisha walked in right then to remind Hajiya Maimuna that she needed to take her medicines right there in front of her. That was part of her job in the house so she stayed there awkwardly looking at Jannah not that that's the first time they are meeting but she's never allowed herself to brazenly look at people she isn't comfortable with. That day was an exception because they both stared openly at one another.

Then it happened, it clicked.

They are going to become best of friends and at that moment Jannah knew no one will be able to alleviate them out in this situation but this girl with wild feral eyes that's been tamed for awhile. She is totally the type of woman Adnan would go crazy about not in a romantic way of course. The type that'll make him jump in terror at any cissy voice, that kind of crazy. That's what she is aiming for too.

She is not looking for anything romantic from Adnan, it's going to be a waste of time so she'll drive him insane and be wherever he is with her daughter. That's all she wants to do. Make her daughter's life as easier and comfortable as possible and this is her way of doing so.

Aisha had blinked away first when Hajiya Maimuna passed her the Collins glass cup she's brought water in. "Have a good afternoon."

She turned around to leave when Jannah called her back with the name her mother-in-law used to whine threateningly just few minutes ago. "Aishatu!"

The girl whirled around and that was when Jannah noticed just how young she looks. With her golden tanned skin, pretty white eyes and brown eyeballs that glow with the influence of the center bowl chandelier in the room. She's wearing the maids uniform, a simple hickory a-line gown and matching cap on her head. She's got a nice figure it looks even in the uniform and she looks around her age.

She also doesn't look like she grew up in penury, just a wild guess.

Both Aisha and Hajiya Maimuna are now staring at her with eyes filled with inquisitiveness. She wanted to back out but then her mother-in-law's presence and heat close to her urge her to go on. Even if things go wrong in the future, she's got her mother-in-law right beside her. And her daughter.