YOURS, JANNAH

#THIRTY NINE

Jannah be giving me joy😂 lots of love guys... I want to double update but your comments are too low for this book💕

Taking care of Adnan for the next three days proved to be harder than anything in the world. The man just won't accept the fact that he is in a disadvantage, his leg won't work like it used to perfectly. She's been trying her best to make things easier but Adnan? He is hellbent on making her go back to Nigeria without wording them out, she is on the verge of leaving him to the hands of God knows who.

"I don't want you to remove the dressing, it's fine." He had argued the next day when she went to remove it for him so he can take a bath.

"Don't tell me you plan on stinking the whole day? Because we refuse to die of fetidness. You cannot bathe with that thing around you." She put her hands around her waist cocking it to the side, her expression serene to not let out how agitated she is.

He turned around on the bed holding his phone to his face as he typed away briskly, dismissing her with the move so Jannah left him. He is going to beg her to remove it for him so he could bathe, she won't ever talk to him about that again so she planned a date with Mariam the next day to show him she cares not about his health. How dare he treat her like this after everything?

She veiled herself in an ivory gown that smoothened down her svelte curves with regular long sleeves matching it with same veil and ebony Prada stilettos. Taking her Michael Kors barrel bag with her, she matched towards her daughter and kissed her forehead. Imara got her own tablet from Adnan, Alim bought if for her so she tends to be too busy with it.

"Mama is going out for awhile with Mariam. Stay put and keep eyes on Dada, hmm?" She whispered quietly, her eyes trained on the man behind her daughter whose attention is still on his phone like it had been for the last two days.

Imara gave an excited nod, kissed her mother's cheek before she went back to playing her games. Jannah made her way to the now repaired door handle and left the room feeling his eyes on her with that deep scrutiny that makes her skin flush and goosebumps to rise all over. She didn't turn around to acknowledge him, just strutted out of the room, her head held high like her handbag.

"I am leaving Maldives later in the evening. I'm tired of this place." Mariam complained as they were both served amazing dishes that had them both salivating.

There is steak with thyme and cumin, seared peppers, onions, lime and avocado. In another plate there is chicken tikka, meat pie deluxe, chicken salad. There is wheat pasta topped with spinach, homemade sauce and chicken with side asparagus and lasagna. Jannah swallowed, she is so going to eat this food to her fill right now. She is awfully hungry though she's eaten breakfast earlier in the suite.

In the middle of their meal, Jannah asked. "Why are you here all alone? I thought vacations are meant to be with loved ones?"

Mariam shrugged whilst cutting a piece of chicken with her table knife and fork. "My mother would rather die than go anywhere with me, then there is my friend, she is busy with her mother's operation and stuff. My other friends on the other hand, I don't think we are close enough for me to invite them to join me on my vacation so..."

Jannah's mind got filled with more questions like; why wouldn't your mother come with you? Why do you talk as though your mother hated that she gave birth to you? What sort of life are you living now that you could afford coming here on vacation? And most of all, who are you in general? She wants to ask all those things but she kept her mouth shut, she won't pry on people's lives. She was trained better.

"Well, I don't know when we are going back to Nigeria. Dracs would want us to go back as soon as possible but I won't give him that joy." She smiled at herself. No matter what he says or does, she won't let him be.