YOURS, JANNAH

#FORTY

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Flipping the paper in his hand, Adnan allowed his eyes to peruse over the woman that's been wrecking his alone time. She is currently lying on the bed playing Ludo with her daughter in her tablet while giggling whenever they send each other back home. From what he's gathered, they both don't know what they are doing with the game.

His mind drifted back to the truth or dare game they played yesterday. He's never felt so intimate with anyone in his life like he did yesterday. One thing about having Jannah close to him, he tends to speak his mind freely without his own consent. That was what had happened yesterday.

"What's the scariest thing you've ever done?" She asked while tilting her head behind on the deck, her dark skin illuminating by the lights on the deck-balcony.

Adnan had thought about the scariest things he's ever done. There are lots of them if she meant him at the brink of precipice, more than a few times. But what is the one he's done himself? He almost killed a man or did he? That is his secret and whatever voodoo she's used on him that got him talking won't allow him to spill that mystery of his.

He gave a brisk shrug of his shoulders. "I cannot remember but there are lots of them."

Jannah made a face then pass him a flute filled with sky blue champagne, he took a sip and gave it back to her. She shouldn't fail this because she must smoke that cigar then the entire game will come to an end, or so he hopes. This new Jannah really is a daredevil.

"Truth or dare?" He enquired, eyes up on the obsidian jaded sky counting stars and giving them shapes. Something he's never done before.

"Truth."

He took a deep breath, his eyes meandering up at the sky still. "Where do you see yourself in the next ten years?"

Jannah thought about it for a little. She's been letting things fall from her mouth without filter. That memory loss of hers requires so much attention but from everything she's recalled that had happened with him, she's let more than a few things slip from her mouth since they got closer. Is he just going with the flow or he is not giving it much thought?

Perhaps, he hardly pays attention to what she says so he doesn't know about all the slips she's made.

She cleared her throat and adjusted her bifocals. "You know with this memory loss, I have no idea what my plans for the future were but the new me, I want to be known all over the world not as a billionaire's wife, but a woman that is doing something for herself. Someone who'll be able to share her stories and support women in such situations. Create awareness, be rich on my own and of course, a mother of five adorable children."

Adnan raised a brow at the sky. "Five children in ten years?"

She lie back down on the net to gaze at the stars too. "Yeppp! I want to finish giving birth early so I can take care of all of us while still young and healthy."

"Truth or dare?" She questioned after two beats, rising her upper half with the aid of her elbows

"Truth."

Jannah scowled at him. "Accept one dare at least. I'd think you are copying." She eyed him from head to toe then threw in. "If you had one last person to talk to before you die, who would it be and what would you say?"

"That's two questions." He grumbled, his voice lowering for some odd reasons.

"Not! They are simple questions." She crossed her arms beneath her chest pouting. She wants him to say a few nice things to her.

"You. Continue being strong." He ricocheted earning high pitched groan or was it a shriek, from her. She surveyed him critically, her stomach flipping and chest broadening.