YOURS, JANNAH

#SIXTEEN

Taking one of the many racks from the man wearing uniform, Jannah squinted her eyes at the dress critically. She's decided to shop through her phone because in her words, she won't ever be able to love shopping not that she's gone even once in her life but the prospect of it made her shudder. She's shopped in every known brand known to a woman, where she's going to find the best clothes. That's how she took Adnan's black credit card earlier that morning.

It was entirely Aisha's idea when they awoke and had breakfast without any sound from Adnan but Imara did came out of his room looking happy and well rested. She wouldn't stop babbling about how much fun she had when she woke up, brushed teeth with her father and had good bath in his room instead of the bathroom. Now Adnan is going to get her her own tub inside her room and not the en-suite, cute right?

They had breakfast together the three of them then Aisha clicked her middle finger and thumb together while they were washing dishes which reminded her of the new housemaids that are coming for an interview later in the evening. She wants to do that because she cannot just welcome anyone into her home. Not after she's worked all alone for many years in the house. Someone from somewhere looking for a job won't come and wreck her house, she won't have that. She only needed three of them, Aisha is not among.

She is now more like her manager and best friend at the same time so she cannot have her working as a maid. She won't wear that uniform and is only going to keep working on helping her make her husband go crazy till the whole amnesia is terminated from the plan. The plans are slowly sheafing themselves into a rampant miscellany.

"You need a new wardrobe. The clothes you have won't be convenient for most of the things I've got in mind. And a woman married to a man like your husband should shop from the most renowned places and brands." Aisha bite out while cleaning a plate with one of the kitchen napkins.

Jannah frowned, she's got so many clothes. "But I have so much more even after the ones you've packed to send to the villa for the maids and orphanage. I don't want to spend excessively just because my husband is wealthy."

"That's not spending excessively. This needs to be done!" Aisha argued, turning around to face jannah with her eyes brimming with mischief.

"I don't trust that look in your eyes, it scares the living daylight out of me. Think about something else but clothes."

"It's all you need though. Match those outfits with high heels. Didn't you see how that Fatma Al-Amr was doing it? So chic and opulent." Aisha pouted, she really wants to make this work for Jannah.

"She is a businesswoman and is on reality show. I only get to stay at home, nothing else." Jannah argued looking smug now that she's brought a point to light.

She should've known though, Aisha is always ready with much more better points. Maybe she's debated throughout her school days, she never retracts.

Aisha's mouth hit the floor. "Staying at home? Is that your plan the entire time? Wow, I'm going to hit someone's head right now. Let me lower my voice but you are so not going to stay at home."

"Then where am I supposed to go to? Also start reality show or something?" Jannah is starting to fit into this character of hers.

She is now getting used to sarcasm, sassiness and wittiness like it's been there the whole time in her bloodstreams. Whenever someone talks, all she wants to do is give them behooving answer that will have them thinking whether she really is the one. Why not? She's been too docile that she feels like it's not her character, this isn't histrionics anymore.

Aisha eyes her demurely and pursed her lips. "I don't think that savageness is for me, Jay. Anywaysss, you are going to follow your husband everywhere he goes! If he leaves Nigeria to Antarctica today, you're going to follow closely no later than tomorrow. You will always be with him alongside your daughter. That's why this whole plan exists."