YOURS, JANNAH

#FIFTY FOUR

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It was three days later when Jannah finally came back to her real senses and cried the entire day from morning till evening. She hadn't eaten anything, only water that was forced down her throat by Aisha. Three days without Imara and life already feels like hell to her. There is no fresh air, everything is constricting and asphyxiating.

To top it off with the fact that she hadn't seen Adnan since the day her daughter died. The memory she's had with him at the hospital was blurry so she wasn't sure whether or not they've spent that time in an empty hospital room. Was it just part of her hallucinations to calm herself down and not think about her daughter? Or she was trying to console herself with the thoughts of him?

Either way, she's not seen him in forever and no one is talking about him in the house. She does not know where he is neither could she open her mouth to ask about him. She hadn't talked since the day she bid her daughter final adieu, begrudgingly so. No one disturbed her peace in the villa though, something she appreciated deeply. She won't be able to take any form of disturbance no matter in what shape or form it comes.

She refused to go back to the mansion because the memories there are going to keep haunting her. She promised to go back there the minute she gets better but for now, she is going to stay back with her mother-in-law, sister-in-law and best friend. It is so weird not having Imara around, she is not sure whether she is ever going to get used to Imara's absence. The girl that is always attached to her hips like a twin.

She is featuring a gaunt appearance, incontestable and notable weight loss, her face vaulted. Her eyes blink infrequently, drying once in a while because of that. And also wet and red eyes from too much crying. She's become non-reactive to stimuli or noises, lying in bed with no motivation to get up and do anything reasonable. There are grotesque lines all over her face, bags beneath her eyes and aging strokes making her emerge older.

Jannah just took bath that blessed evening after three days of reeking and stinking. Hajiya Maimuna stopped everyone from coming to greet her or pass their condolences, another thing she is grateful for. She is sure most of them are curious to know who is Adnan's wife and what does she look like. The world is probably in riot now after finding out about Adnan's private life. Everyone wants to feed on it while the man went on hiding. Or what is he doing right now?

Hope he hasn't forgotten about their agreement.

Disregarding anymore thoughts of him, she focused on comfortably lying on the bed though her back and chest hurts. Aisha already told her she would reawaken her ulcer if she doesn't eat and she could feel it slowly building up. She doesn't have any appetite and the last thing in her mind at the moment is food. She won't be able to keep anything inside her apart from water which is not helping her situation at all.

Her eyes fell on her phone beside her. Nawal kept it there that she should call either one of them when she wants anything. They are taking extra care of her which she finds nauseating when she got back to her senses. Why are they doing that? They should just let her grieve in peace, it won't change anything. Her daughter is dead, beneath the soil and in Allah's mercy by His grace.

Her phone rang as if knowing she's been eying it. She just turned off the flight mode and someone is already calling? Who could that be.

Mariam Maldives.

Jannah frowned recalling all Nawal had said about her. Is it stupid of her to judge her without even finding out whether or not she is the same person? What is there to find out though? Mariam is not a Nigerian, she is beautiful and lives in Nigeria. Everything Nawal had described except the fact that she wasn't rude nor arrogant when they met. She was welcoming, brazen and barefaced but nothing more.