YOURS, JANNAH

#THIRTY

Jannah lie down on the bed feeling the lower half of her body aching, almost not there. She groaned and turned around to see Imara watching her. She tried forcing a smile but she couldn't, how could she? Her father made her suffer the whole day which is only adding to the list of things he is going to pay for. She's already written them down so as to not forget any.

Because she is or more like was, she's resigned, from his errand assistant, he made her work all over Maldives today and on foot. Isn't that heartless? Imara would request for something and he'll ask her to go get it wherever it is she can find it or ask around. That was how she made many trips to the same shops because Imara didn't like the flavor, the color or just something irrelevant.

When she tried scolding her own daughter, he stopped her by saying she is an errand assistant and she cannot chide his daughter for wanting whatever she wants. Can you imagine? So she didn't do that and went on the errands before Alim sneaked out to help her with it. She won't ever forgive Adnan for this, she's vowed.

Now she's resigned from the awful job, it is not worth it and she is not going to leave Maldives. His threats and private jet be damned!

A thought floated through her head, she brought Imara closer to her. "Go and ask your Dada to come massage my legs. They are aching so bad."

"Masjaj?" Imara questioned with scrunched brows and pursed lips to the side. She is already dressed in her pajamas, her hair plaited in two braids.

Jannah smoothened her hand over her hair with a smile. "He should come and take out the pain from my legs."

"Your legs paining?" She further inquired moving to see the legs she's already robbed oil on. It is glistening with the help of the Victorian chandelier.

"Yes, baby. Dada made Mama work all day." Jannah pouted, Imara saw that and hastily kissed both of her legs. Jannah's eyes prickle with unexpected tears that she blinked away and draw her daughter to her arms.

"I love you so much, Imara. You know that right?" She kissed the top of her head, squeezing her in her arms in a death grip but the little girl didn't complain, she only giggled and snuggled into her Mama.

"I love you, Mama." Imara kissed the side of Jannah's face too then subsided for a few seconds before she began wriggling away from her mother's arms.

"Where are you going to?" Jannah asked when she saw her leaving the bed en masse, her face determined.

"Dada." Was all she said before rushing into the small parlor where they had their breakfast earlier. That is where Adnan hid in when they came back and took his shower too. The heartless bastard. He'll see what she will do to him, she's just waiting for the right time.

Adnan came out of the room looking tired too but what did he do for goodness sake? He was sitting inside a tent they bought him in front of his beloved MacBook and barking out orders. Now he's got the right to look haggard? Truthfully, the man needs rest though he won't give himself that luxury and that is not her problem. It's his choice.

He sat down at the edge of the bed and narrowed his eyes at her, Imara was standing by her mother's leg poking it while taking the oil with her finger. She looks more intrigued at why it is glistening.

"Dada take away pain." Imara urged, taking his heavy hands with her small ones which he aided with, she won't be able to carry his finger.

Adnan reluctantly took one of Jannah's legs, she's opened it to her knees where it also hurts. She's never walked like she did that day, not when she is cleaning a two storey large building. She does that at her leisure time taking this portion for today and another for later. Never doing it altogether but today, Adnan made her legs paralyzed and he will cure it.