YOURS, JANNAH

#TWENTY ONE

Jannah fell sick the next morning making Aisha worry yet again. She's been making rounds around the room since she found out her friend couldn't move from bed after praying Fajr. It was so unlike Jannah to stay in bed past nine in the morning so when she checked her, she found her sick on bed clutching the duvet.

Imara is lying beside her sniffing because her Mama won't open her eyes. When she does, it's only for a few seconds before she closes them again and start sleeping. She'll wake up an hour later to ask Aisha to add another duvet on her that she is feeling cold albeit her scorching forehead. Aisha did as she was told.

"Mama, wake up let's eat. You sleep too much today." Imara whined when she awoke again few minutes later this time around, the interval wasn't long.

Jannah tried smiling but could only grimace, a headache is slowly building up from nape. "Mama is not feeling good, baby. You should go and eat with Aunty Aisha."

Imara pouted and sat down on the bed, finally happy she's gotten her mother's attention for a while now. "I want to eat with you. Come down let go."

"I can't, baby. Why don't you go eat with your Dada today? Then come back let's sleep together." Jannah wheezed out, she is starting to breath heavily.

Aisha decided to jump in. "Imy, let's leave Mama to rest. What do you want to eat?"

Imara reluctantly climbed out of the bed with her frown still intact. Her mother is acting weird and she doesn't like it. Why is she on bed since morning? She hasn't eaten anything while she is going down to have her lunch already. She is getting worried, her Mama has never acted like that.

When they stepped out of the room, instead of going downstairs with Aisha, she ran to her father's room not giving Aisha time to realize what she was up to. She opened his door with much energy and entered without knocking just like she's learned from him. Her eyes searched the room but he was no where in sight, her frown deepened. Has he left already? Her lower lip started quivering, no Mama and Dada that day.

Just when she was about to leave, a door clicked open and it was the walk-in closet. Her father came out looking all nice and ornamented in yet another jade Brioni Italian suit. She ran into his ready arms, he's already knelt down waiting for her to arrive. She kissed his eyebrow before her smile yaw upside down, her Mama.

"Dada, we help Mama. She is sleeping all today." She complained, her tiny left hand on his beard that never seize to intrigue her.

"She is probably just tired. Let her rest, hmm?" He made his way to his desk for his suitcase and together they left the room.

"She is not alright. She not have breakfast and now lunch." She tried explaining in her bad English but he understood what she's said.

So Jannah fell sick after that surf in the pool yesterday night? That's good for her, she will remember not to cross him ever again. When he decided to throw her into the pool, he didn't bother thinking how it might affect her later on. Seems like she is not a fan of water after all. She should nurse this little fever for now. And that should become a lesson for the future.

He made it downstairs passing by her door hearing a few grunts from her. Aisha was there in the kitchen making some pancakes for Imara as she's requested. She glared at Adnan but he didn't see, he wasn't looking at her. She wouldn't have been able to do so had he looked at her anyway.

"Sir, Missus is really sick and is definitely in need of help." She hollered after greeting him good afternoon and only get a nod as a reply. Huh? She's going to stop greeting the man soon, real soon.

Adnan raise his head to survey at her, his eyes like lasers and lips tilted to the side definitely ready to off her when his daughter's voice winded up from below him.