YOURS, JANNAH

#FORTY FIVE

Adjusting her spectacles on the bridge of her nose, Jannah made her way out of the villa to the parking lot of the house to get a car. She insisted on going to the ranch alone even though Nawal kept persisting on accompanying her, she won't have that. Adnan is not going to like her being there from what she's gathered, taking his sister will only make him more granite-like. And besides, she is not yet comfortable with her sister-in-law.

Now she is supposed to drive herself there after bribing her daughter with some cookies, she won't be bothered if there are puppies around for her to play with. For sometime at least. Her shoes made little sounds on the pebbles beneath her feet as she traipsed to the man sitting there beside the lots' gate listening to a small radio with him eyes closed. The man is large, you'd think he does not need sleep with such invulnerability.

Stopping in front of him, she cleared her throat twice before earning his attention. He stood up immediately and saluted, that was when she noticed that he was wearing the soldier camouflage uniform. She smiled at him in greeting too.

"I want to get one of the cars. If you could please open the gates." She gestured to the charcoal gate in front of them sheathing away myriad collection of cars.

"Right away."

He opened the gates with one strong arm, something she won't be able to do with both arms and legs. She watched with fascination as his large hand almost the size of her thighs flex with veins intertwining themselves around like a tree. Gulping, she thanked him deeply while musing to herself if this man decided to throw a tiny punch to her face. She is going to crash and won't wake up, an easy death. New way of euthanasia, they should see this guy.

She entered the lot, all thoughts of being pummeled and moribund flew away from her mind when she beheld the sight of the variety of surfeit cars. Her mouth slackened thinking about just how much more wealth her husband's got. Is he this stinky rich to replete his mother's villa with so many cars? Whose are they? Hers or his? Because if she could remember, there is something similar to this in their home. This must be his mother's and siblings' right?

Wow! There are more than ten cars, including a pink G-Wagon which Nawal was talking about earlier. Jannah rounded the place three times before settling on a lone car that she's never seen in her life. She is not exposed to the world of course, but she's never seen any car like that one. She meandered closer and touched the spider hood with the tips of her finger. She is going to drive this baby.

It is a Brabus Bullit Coupe 800. The vehicle accelerates at over 360km/h -224 mph.

Settling inside after collecting the keys from the man with an arm the size of her thighs, she roared the car listening to the calming noise it made. She struggled with the radio before settling on a station that is playing a serene song which she's heard somewhere but do not know the name or the lyrics. 'Thinking Out Loud' by Ed Sheeran. Jannah listened while driving slowly at first in the city before the Global Positioning System lead her to a deserted area. Who would've known a place like this existed in Abuja?

Grinning while showing her spellbinding , angel-white teeth, she accelerated down the empty coal-tarred road that stretch acres upon acres in front of her. Any fear of being alone in the car in some unknown village refuse to settle in her for her main goal is to go see Adnan. She's missed him so much since yesterday that not seeing him today will make her go cuckoo instead of him.

The areas zipped through as she rushed down with her car, then the scenery changed. Now there are people here but not much, like a small town. Trees lined by the sidewalks, pedestrians strolling along and then stopping to talk to people they know, streetlights not turned on yet, four-way stops, single lane traffic with faded pavement markings. She slowed down, a large beam taking over her face at the ambience.