YOURS, JANNAH

#THIRTY ONE

Blinking past the haziness surrounding her eyes, Jannah stretched her arms on the couch uncomfortably. She frowned without the feel of Adnan beside her then look out the window to see the sky is still dark which means she's slept for only a few hours or perhaps, minutes. Sitting up, she waited for a few seconds then stood up with a small sway and lilt.

She slipped her legs into her favorite furry flip flops inside the room and her glasses on her nose. Her eyes surveyed the entire room for a glimpse of Adnan or that broody aura of his but he was nowhere in sight. Her daughter is cocooned in a blanket, definitely sheathed by Adnan. Then he should be around right? He won't leave the resort so late.

Just when she was about to drop her shoulders and sit down on the bed to read Holy Quran, she is not sleepy at all, her eyes fell on the outline of his head on one of the three chaise lounges outside the balcony. She contemplated for surfeit minutes whether to disrupt his alone time or not. Well, he's got many alone times so she'll have to harangue this.

She slid open the glass door, her footsteps swallowed by the wooden floor. She sat down on one of the chaise lounges, removed her flip flops and played with her toes. The lounge chair she is sitting on is right beside his so she knew he felt her presence though he refuse to look up at her. She frowned. Are they back to square one?

Clearing her throat three times, she set her lips into a moue when he still refuse to turn around to look at her. After all that's happened between them earlier, he is avoiding her now? That's brutally cold and ruthlessly heart wrenching.

"Be quiet, I'm trying to think." He murmured, his voice quiet but the night air swooshed it to her ears.

"I also came out to think. Why so harsh, Dracs? I didn't satisfy you?" The last sentence was meant only for her ears but he heard it with the way his lips twitched. With amusement or dread? She's got no idea.

"You did more than that which is why I'm thinking of ways to get rid of it." He answered icily, his fists clenched beside him on the lounge chair.

"Get rid of what?" She sat up and drew her legs up to her bosom and wrap her arms around her shin.

"My sudden fetish for sex." He offered in a matter of fact way that stopped her heart for a second.

Is Adnan Ibrahim Attahir admitting he is attracted to her or is the Maldives air doing something? Is there magic in Maldives?! He's been acting so not like him first by calling her Mama and now this?

"And who told you you will be able to control it?" She challenged, tilting her head to the side so her entire face is facing him.

His eyes flicked to her for just a second then back into the water. With the help of the beaming fluorescent behind them, she read the emotions there. He is angry, confused and most of all, tired.

"I control everything about me. Feelings, emotions, actions, aura, wealth, employees you name them. This is nothing because I've survived many years without it." He stated in a deadpan, he is only deceiving himself here and not her.

"That is not the same with this. To me, I've been deprived of my rights for a long time. The books I've read, the little Hausa ones of course, made it sound like you were in heaven. I always fantasize about that thinking why I didn't get something similar the first time we...consummated." She trailed off biting her tongue.

She is just glad Adnan is an honest man. Whatever it is about, he is outright honest and brutally earnest that sometimes she wants to shoot him or throttle him to death.

"Those books are going to lead you to doom. They tend to lower people's IQ."

"They didn't and they are right. I felt like I was in heaven few hours ago and I know you felt it too. Don't try sheathing it to hurt me." Her throaty voice lowered, they both knew he did.