YOURS, JANNAH

#TWENTY SIX

Jannah knew Adnan left the country but Aisha didn't until later in the day when she realized he did not come back home the night before. She confronted her with the matter, Jannah didn't know what to say so she shrugged her shoulders and pretended to be sleepy. She tucked her daughter into bed and went to her room to get some sleep too.

The next morning though, Jannah woke up to the sounds of racks in her walk-in closet and Aisha talking on phone with God knows who. Or is it Aisha? It sounds muffled. It's just eight in the morning, she only went back to sleep around six thirty after praying Fajr earlier. She groaned and closed her ears with her large pillow, buried her face deep into the bed. What on earth is going on in her closet so early in the morning?

More minutes into trying to get some more sleep with no luck, she threw away the duvet covers from her body and sat up searching for her glasses by her bedside. Placing it atop her nose, she drunkenly walked into the closet with narrowed eyes. But is she supposed to enter just like that without knowing who is in there? Who knows if it's one of Adnan's enemies?

She searched her room for something she could hit an attacker with, nothing. That is not safe, she'll get a knife or scissors in her room next time. She's found out her husband has more enemies that could fit in a large country and might still not be enough. They are drug dealers, illegal weapon importers and whatnot. One can only be safe.

She peeped into the closet her heart hammering fiercely in her chest only to see Aisha folding clothes inside two huge suitcases. She narrowed her eyes, why didn't she think about her? She is the only person that'll disrupt her sleep without an ounce of regret so of course she is the one inside. Her shoulders reclined unconsciously.

"What are you doing in my room so early? I am going to start locking up my room each night." Jannah entered the closet unexpectedly and startled Aisha, good for her.

The latter raised her head to smile cheekily at Jannah. "You'll thank me once everything is sorted. I came here to take care of a few things that'll probably waste our time if we wait longer."

Jannah crossed her arms and leaned her back supine on one of the many wardrobes. "And what is that? Why are you packing my clothes? I hope you are not going to take them to the orphanage again? They are new! And darn expensive!"

Aisha heaved a sigh, closed one of the suitcases and went to the next one. "Nope! I just found out that your husband is not in the country so I thought I should help you pack because your passport is ready and Hajiya Maimuna is on her way to bring it with your visa."

Her brows shoot up in question. When did they plan these things? Sure she has taken a few passports few weeks ago but were they for international passport? She had no idea, Imara also have one then? They were taken there together one blessed afternoon after their driving session with Aisha. Why are they doing things behind her back?

"Why didn't you tell me about the passport stuff? I have the right to know!" She countered looking around the room wrathfully.

They are making her feel small in her own home and marriage. Why are they doing things like that without her knowledge? Or do they think she is from a small town and she doesn't know anything? Are they viewing her just like her husband is doing? Trying to make her feel small while at the same time thinking they are shielding her? That is not how she feels though.

They should've at least thought better and told her about it. Now does she even have the right to say she won't go? It looks like they are planning everything without her consent or endorsement. And that is only making her feel small, irrelevant and just a character playing their drama. That is most definitely how it feels to her.