YOURS, JANNAH

#SEVENTEEN

They interviewed five housemaids for the next two hours because they had to beg some of them to leave the premises. Most of the young women are there only to flaunt their assets and Jannah won't ever employ them in her home where her husband lives. Not because he would give them any attention or she thinks they can attract him but she hates drama. And what's that saying again? Ha, prevention is better than cure.

"That was tough but we've got five and enough to get the house moving." Aisha murmured tiredly and before you know it, she is sleeping on the couch in the living room.

Jannah smiled, swirled to her daughter who giggled at the sight of sleeping Aisha. Jannah brought her daughter closer to her chest with a smile of contentment, she played with her hair quietly while they watch cartoon. After awhile Imara complained of hunger, Jannah stood up and went to cook something for her. For that day the maids are absent till the next day, marking first day of the next month.

She made noodles for the three of them in less than ten minutes. That is a talent of hers with different shapes of vegetables cut cutely in her fridge, eggs, sausages and chicken. She orchestrated the dining table for them, brought pineapple juice for Aisha, Ribena grape juice for Imara and Pepsi for herself. She dimmed the lights in the dining room to give the place a nice ambience. It is just four in the afternoon.

"Aisha, come let's have lunch. I made noodles." She tap on her friend's arm lightly but the girl on gripped the throw pillow beneath her head harder.

Didn't she sleep yesterday night too? Why else is she sleeping like a log just because of a little work which she is sure she does more than that back in the villa? This is like a percent out of hundred of what she does back there then why sleepy? She pursed her lips. Maybe she's got sleeping sickness or she is sick?

"Noodles!" Imara screamed and ran to the dining room which earned a groan from Aisha. She finally awoke from her fifteen minutes slumber, her eyes already yawed red.

"You were sleeping like a log. Let's go have lunch." Jannah helped her to her feet but did no more, girl was hungry all along. No, when is she never hungry actually?

They finished eating, each one of them burping loudly. They giggled at one another, gist some more before clearing the table and went to pray Asr. After praying, Aisha closed her eyes but she wasn't sleeping while Jannah decided to go see how her closet looks now and it's incredible. Everything is arranged to perfection and most of the clothes are the type Fatma Al-Amr would usually go for.

Not able to stop herself, she removed a dandelion wrap dress with cuff sleeves and scoop neckline. She wrestled inside, it's just one of the most beautiful dresses there which happens to be in her favorite color. She stepped out of the closet to her room so she could see clearly in the floor to ceiling mirror. Her face broke into a jolly smile, she looks so sexy and foxy in the dress.

"Okay! Whut?!" Aisha hooted from behind her giving her a thorough glance from head to toe.

Jannah twirled in front of her, place both hands on the curve of her hips for emphasis. "How do I look, dearest?"

"Takeaway, Mon Cherie." Aisha stood there looking hypnotized before clicking her fingers again like the perfect idea just blocked her cranium.

"Now what?" Jannah asked almost warily, turned back to look at herself whether she's got something sticking to her face or butt. You can never trust looks on Aisha's face, they always have stories and some of them are horror movie worth.

A creepy smile sashayed it's way to Aisha lips. "Don't be creeped out, Mon Cherie. I happen to just scheme out another way to spend the rest of the day with your dragon husband. Draco."