YOURS, JANNAH

#THIRTY FOUR

Jannah and Mariam went to have lunch and continue getting to know one another. It was refreshing talking to someone other than the people she got used to for the past three years and someone that is not Aisha, of course. Hearing about other people's point of view regarding life is makings her feel more alive. Like she is now on the right path of leading her own life not just by making her husband attracted to her.

Mariam is a nice person through and through with a misunderstood concept to the way she wants to lead her life. She's been thinking about so many things which she refused to tell Jannah because of privacy and whatnot. She went ahead to say Jannah would hate her when she finds out about the life she is leading so it's better to be safe than sorry. She wants them to be close friends which Jannah is questioning. They tell each other everything, friends.

"I can't just give you my friendship, Mariam. You are hiding so many things away from me and I don't want to feel like a fool in the future. I've had a few bad friendships in the past, I want no reawakening." Jannah pushed a piece of avocado in her mouth then grimaced, it tasted somehow.

Mariam stopped her fork from slicing through a tender meat, raise her head to look at Jannah. "I understand how you feel. But let's enjoy our stay in Maldives and I'll tell you everything in Nigeria, where the problem always is."

Jannah shook her head with a smile, she loves Nigeria! "Stop blaming your misfortunes on Nigeria, that's just a test from your part and not because you live there."

Mariam shrugged her shoulders and went back to eating. "You won't know that. A loving husband and a definitely cute or the cutest little kid, your life is perfect. Mine is far from it and I'm not even pursuing perfection, that's for suckers."

A chuckle escaped Jannah at the irony. Her life perfect? She wouldn't say that because her life is empty without Imara, her husband is anything but loving. Had it not been for Imara as a blessing to her, the world would've been a mosaic place where she lives and breaths only. There is no joy in her life but she's never been depressed, that's a blessing in disguise right?

"My husband is anything but loving. I have the cutest little girl in the world. She is energetic and the only light in my life, my solace." Jannah murmured and sipped her white nonalcoholic wine while staring out the glass wall of the restaurant at a beach that is busy unlike Bikini Beach.

"Your husband is also like those men? I told you but you wouldn't believe me. I don't like men, not in that sense anyway. I only want them because they are my key to success. If they give me five, I turn it into a ten and continue living." Mariam wanted to rant but she kept quiet, she is hungry too.

"Not that kind of man, Mariam." She smiled at the girl's confused face then went on before she could cut her off. "He is not treacherous."

Mariam's brow raised with interest, food forgotten for a second there. "Then what do you mean he is not loving? Is there anything worse than a man being openly disloyal? A womanizer that cannot keep his dick in his pants?"

Jannah's eyes widened at the way she said the word so casually, a blush blared all over her body making her sizzling hot. Aisha should meet this girl, they'll probably hit it off at the first meeting because what? The two of them are so unabashed and tawdry in things that are meant to be hidden especially in public. Why is she so... God. Jannah groaned in her head. Is she the only shy girl alive?

Getting rid of that reticence, she cleared her throat. "He is not loving but not because he is not loyal. It's entirely different."

"How?"

"He is just, I don't know how to put it. Let's say heartless and emotionless? Something along those lines because his nickname is actually Draco. Can you imagine?" Jannah shook her head because she wants to use more words to express herself and how she feels for her husband, they aren't sheafing together like always.