YOURS, JANNAH

#FIFTEEN

Jannah didn't have dinner that night. She only bathed her daughter who wouldn't sleep in her room but her father's. Jannah changed into her most comfortable pajamas, one she's found just few weeks ago after Aisha raided her walk-in closet. She normally sleeps in her soft wrapper and a small shirt that keeps her body firm but after finding the pajamas, she got obsessed.

She twisted and turned around on her bed like a snail. It felt as though she was slowly drifting off to sleep only for her to sit up with a groan. Sleep evaded her like a plague. What has she done to it?

Slowly rising from the bed, she made her way out of the room tiptoeing down stairs so she won't wake Aisha up, she is a light sleeper. She traipsed into the kitchen, her stomach growled indicating that she is definitely hungry. Sleeping hungry has never been an issue so her not able to sleep this night makes no sense. But well, she's already in the kitchen now so she might as well eat.

Jannah stopped midway when she caught a glimpse of a hunk in her kitchen. Her eyes widened slightly before she let out a sigh, just Adnan there. But Adnan? She's never seen him in the kitchen before, not even by mistake. She frowned, maybe he is also hungry and couldn't sleep? She grinned mischievously, take that little bitchy dog.

She wanted to let out a piercing shout that'll definitely scare him then thought better, her daughter might wake up or Aisha. She doesn't want to disrupt their sleep so she sneaked behind him on instincts.

That didn't visit any of her thought but when her legs started moving, she couldn't stop them so she went along with the flow. Maybe that wild side of hers her mother in law is talking about is really there within her. A little goading and it waltzes out ready for theatrical histrionics.

She licked her lower lip and forced her breathing to slow down. She raise her right arm, slowly raise it up. Her hand touched his shoulder, lingered, then slid to the hot nape of his neck. His entire body seemed to stiffen at her touch, and she felt the ripple of nerves in his neck. He jerked away with a muffled murmur, looking as if she had stabbed him.

When he turned around, she smiled cheekily at him. "Hungry already? Thought you were going to suck some blood and spit out fire, Dracs. Whatcha doing here?"

Dracs? Is that what she is calling him now?

Jannah ferried to the fridge, removed one of the takeouts and place it inside the microwave. She turned around after pressing on five minutes, lean her back on the microwave. She raised a brow at the coffee in front of him. He is definitely hungry and didn't know how to warm any of the food, good for him. She won't do it too, he should ask nicely or die hungry. He turned her down yesternight even called her a bitch.

A female dog!

"Eating." He replied when she thought he was ignoring her existence.

She tsked, pursing her lips mockingly. "That's what stubborn people like you get for not accepting romantic dates from their adorable wives. Next time, don't be too stubborn. It takes you nowhere."

"It brought me here." Came his curt reply, his voice hefty with yet another underlying message. She didn't get it though.

She brought out lettuce from the fridge and decided to add it as appetizer, she's goddamn hungry and she loves vegetables.

"If you say so. Just be careful, it might ruin you at some point." She yawed around to get her food from the microwave when it beeped.

While she was transferring her food into a plate, he retorted savagely. "It has, not once or twice. But that's the essence of it all. Things don't come to you just easily, not when you are from the slums. You must stand up and own that ground before they know you are there. And you think the world knows about me now because I was meek? Wrong! Because I made sure each street I pass, I left an imprint or stamps. I've suffered but look where I am now, above the pinnacle..." He trailed off, startled that he was talking about his past in the middle of the night with his wife who's lost her memory.