YOURS, JANNAH

#THIRTEEN

Jannah huffed as she entered her room where Aisha is currently sitting, her hands on her phone too. Why is everyone just too busy with phones? What is it in them that they can't live for a few hours without it except if they have no other choice? Maybe there is no power bank or charger or something like that.

Aisha's head rose slowly from her phone to view a very much displeased Jannah. Her heart sank a little at the thought of what the heartless Draco had told her. He must've hurt her with his rude remarks as always, he's got no soft bone in his body. Everything he does is ruthless like his damaged dark soul that needs to be checked by demons.

"Now what did he do?" Jannah grunted without answering her. "Anyway, we need to plan something now. We can't let today just go like that when we only have three days to get you beneath his skin."

Jannah frowned, she's right. She shouldn't be upset on things she knew she won't be able to stop the damned man from doing. For now though, she should web her way through his life like a labyrinth and make him get used to this new Jannah in case she decides to throw another bomb on him. He should know that she is capable of almost everything and should watch out for any storm.

"What should we do now? I think we'll have to wait until tomorrow leaving two days for us. I'm already tired of listening to him. His voice is not bad though." She said the last sentence looking adorable like a child.

Aisha wiggled her brows at that. "Look at her already crushing hard but that aside, there is something you can do now."

Jannah sighed. Hajiya Maimuna knew why she brought Aisha here to stay with her. To make sure she stays in line and not get cold feet. "What? It's already late and I think it's time for Magrib already."

"Yeah, you'll pray first after scrubbing that hospital off your body. While you're doing so, I'll be out arranging the dining table with the takeouts we bought." Aisha tucked her phone into the pocket of her Ankara gown, more like Jannah's that she hadn't worn.

"So far, you're only talking about things I don't care about. And then do what with him? I should just bath and eat food? Thanks." She made her way to the bathroom but Aisha stopped her by stepping right in front of her.

She gave her a once over then started austerely. "You're going to change your clothes, go to his room and get him to come down for dinner. Don't forget to talk like you're comfortable getting on bed with him, you know. He shouldn't realize that you're the other Jannah that knows you two have been on bed only once. Keep it as fake as possible."

Jannah's blushed regretting telling the girl about their bedroom rendezvous. She was just in desperate need of a friend and she needed someone to talk to about it. She's been so lonely but is not at all that looking forward into getting intimate with her husband. Yeah, she's a woman with needs like any other but that doesn't mean the act is that appealing to her. That first and only time hurts like bitch, just not close to birthing.

"Don't talk about that in public please. And why should I go to his room to bring him out for dinner? I've never been there and it's his stomach. He should eat if he wants and not do so—" She was cut off by an incredulous looking Aisha.

"You've never been to your husband's room? And it's in this mansion? Why on earth would you not do that? Where did the first time happen then? On the floor in the corridor or you were lied down on the kitchen island while he had his way with you?" Aisha now looks furious at the mere thought of how he'd degraded her.

Jannah blushed some more. The girl should get some shame. "No, he did not do any of that. It was in this room and what's there to see in his room? Skeletons and skulls? I'm fine not knowing what's in there. It's probably for the better."