YOURS, JANNAH

#FORTY FOUR

Jannah cleared her throat uncomfortably, her smile reluctant and forced. "Hello, Ammar." She almost choked on the words but she forced them out.

His angular face held an amused expression. "Missus Jannah. Pleasure seeing you here."

Jannah blushed at the use of missus which means he hadn't forgotten all that had happened that day and would love to continue rubbing it on her face. She averted her eyes to his kiltie shoes, definitely Italian with the expensive burnishing leather. They wear the best just like their older brother though her embarrassed state wont allow her to compare them.

She raised her face again to meet his eyes. His composed face is now adorned with an attractive smile that eased her slender elegant shoulders. He wont rat her out. Of course, why would he? What would he achieve if he does that? Besides he is not a maid to do that kind of gossip. Thank God none of those maids caught her there.

"Likewise." She forced another grin showing her rabbit teeth while nervously adjusting her glasses. "Are you going inside?"

"Yes but I found you standing outside so something serious must be going on inside?" he tried looking into the room past her head, just to show her how much taller he is it seems.

"Well, they were having a serious discussion and I didn't want to interrupt them so I stood out here. But we can enter now that they are done. Just don't say anything." Her eyes found his mischievous ones.

"Cross my heart and hope to die. I don't know how they say it but you know what I mean." Another smile hauled her way, he gestured that she enters first before him which she did.

Nawal was the first person to notice her in the room followed by Hajiya Maimuna who still looks like she wants to scold her daughter about the matter they were discussing minutes ago. Didn't they hear the commotion outside? That would've been much better so Jannah permitted her shoulders to relax.

Her eyes settled on her mother-in-law's intentionally avoiding Nawal's in process. The geriatric took her in from head to toe then her thinned African lips that emaciated with age spread into a gargantuan smile. Whatever it is she is seeing in Jannah made her very pleased and that soothed Jannah too a lot.

Before her mother in-law could talk, Nawal did.

"Mom, who is this?" It was meant for only Hajiya Maimuna's ears but Jannah caught the words with her ever able ears.

Hajiya Maimuna raised a chiding brow at her daughter making her look like her son, he does that a lot too. "Don't you remember your brother's wife now?"

Nawal met Jannah's eyes still looking perplexed then perused at Ammar who was standing a little behind her. "You got married?"

Ammar laughed at her genuinely confused question. Jannah hadn't changed that much, has she? Just her way of dressing and the mafia way she wants to carry herself which is very much needed with a husband like hers. Her body, physique, complexion is still very much the same. Why on earth is Nawal now confused? Is the course she's studied messing with her cranium?

"She is Draco's wife, Sis. Don't you remember Jannah? Imara's mother?" He tilted his head enjoying this more than he should.

Nawal's captivating walnut eyes rounded as she unabashedly surveyed Jannah from head to toe, her eyes taking in each detail. "Is that Dior?" She asked pointing at her bag.

Jannah shook her head, surprised that she is not cowering when she normally do that around Nawal because she also has this imposing aura like her brother's. She answered in a steady throaty voice. "Bvlgari."

Instead of having the same skin tone like Adnan's olive skin or Ammar's slightly darker one, she is fairer than them both with her tan-bronze skin rooting for gold now that she hasn't been beneath Nigeria's sun. She has crocodilian eyes, dark fringed with spider-legged eyelashes combed with mascara to perfection. Eaglelike Roman nose stood austere in the middle of her diamond shaped face above her crimson-glossed lips.