YOURS, JANNAH

#FIFTY FIVE

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Adnan stood by the window of his penthouse watching the view outside. Abuja looks beautiful from up above but he couldn't appreciated the beauty with the hollowness within him. Everything had lost it's allure, he's also misplaced his wealth and workaholic nature included. Seven days after the death of his daughter and he is still deep into abysmal fathomless pit, he had no idea how he can escape that dark place.

This is the first time he's felt death like this not that people close to him never died before but not even his father's death brought so many complicated emotions within him. The other reason why he hated getting closer to people. He'd rather have them at an arm's length, that way things are going to be better when they pass away or something.

He played around with the little plastic toy ring his daughter had gifted him back in Maldives. He never wore it and thought he'd lost it along the way but he didn't. It was hidden inside one of his briefcases and when he found it, he could not help slipping the thing around his finger though he's never been a fan of rings. This was a gift from his daughter, he is going to wear it till eternity whether or not people are going to think he's lost his Draconian touch.

She gave her mother a yellow one, he saw when Jannah slipped the thing around her ring finger, the only one it fitted while Imara was around her thumb. He did the same too, his tiny finger which was also a struggle since it's obvious he's got a larger hand than the both of them. Luckily the thing expands when opened wide.

Adnan sat down on the sofa by the window, his brain in riot yet again like it did when he heard the news about his daughter's death. There is a part of him that literally felt dead too when he read the message then he saw her, something in him broke into billion fragments. Indeed, death is real and is a test to all the believers. That is why non-believers find it hard to cope with the death of a close one, he felt that despair, desolation and torment. Who wouldn't? Imara was a sweet girl, she warmed her way into everyone's heart.

He remembered the first day he's seen her vividly. She was so tiny and extremely delicate that he thought he couldn't hold her for more than a few seconds. He went to the mansion days after his wife had given birth as he was away from the country. His mother was in the mansion, passed the baby into his arms while he was sitting on the couch. He was so nervous at the prospect of holding a small baby in his arms for the first time since ever.

It was love at first sight though. His lips had parted when he stared at the baby in his arms knowing there is no way she could be any other person's but his. He was not dense to not see the way she looks like him from her skin complexion, the aristocratic tilt of her nose that was wrinkled, her hands clenched in a tight fist that she wouldn't let go. Down to her bird like chiseled mouth, set into a coral pout that made his heart flutter weirdly in his chest.

He had never felt anything like that in his entire life.

Then she gurgled, Adnan was sure his heart pumped extra blood to his aorta. His expression was soft and slack as his hand stroked her little plucked wing-like brows, the tip of her nose, her cute adorable button lips to her arms. He began to flush, his entire face radiating unknown sense of protectiveness, obsession and possessiveness soaked and swished him. He inhaled deeply, anchoring in the moment and taking in the baby's scent and stored it in his memory.

He thought they were the only ones in the entire universe, his mother left him with her in the mini living room outside Jannah's room. There was this visible shakiness when she opened her doe-like eyes and watched him in fascination. It was as if the entire world stilled for the two of them, like time stopped moving. He was bewitched, enthralled to the core of his being. There was no going back with this kind of love.