YOURS, JANNAH

#SIXTY EIGHT

"You are not going to answer that call! Don't touch the phone... no hand it over to me." Aisha got up from the bed and snatched away Jannah's phone from her grasp.

Jannah poured her lips like a chided child. "But he's been calling for two days straight. The guards outside aren't allowing him inside his own home."

Aisha shrugged a shoulder, she is using Jannah to distract herself from the turmoil her life is about to undergo. Or, had undergone. She refused to go back to live with her mother knowing the woman is going to keep accusing her of ruining herself. She won't understand but they've consoled her that she just needed time, she will give her that before they have one on one conversation. They cannot keep living like that as mother and daughter anyway.

She got discharged two days ago and Ammar had been by her side all the while. She wouldn't say she's been in love with him from the beginning, there were feelings here and there but the guy managed to make her fall hopelessly in love with her after confessing in the hospital. It took all the effort in her not to kiss him, it was out of instinct and not something she would've done on a normal day basis. She's never thought she would want to kiss a man in her life. It was so ewish at the beginning but now, she wants that and more.

Now all she wants to do is be with him twenty four seven. Is that weird and just a first timer's thing? For she feels so strongly for him that if anything were to go wrong between them, she'd kill him if it is his fault. He's made her like this. Utterly possessive, obsessed with the notion of being with him for the rest of her life while picturing their children in the future.

That is totally absurd for someone who's just had a miscarriage of some unknown pregnancy. A woman who was raped but cannot remember a thing that had happened that would result to her having a baby in her womb. They are yet to clear what's happened but she knew Ammar is investigating whatever it was that happened five weeks ago in her life. They've tracked back using the calendar for she's forgotten about those bits.

She then remembered that that was the week her half sister got married. There are things she couldn't remember so Ammar forced her to recall all she could by bribing her with a chilled Sprite yesterday while Jannah went to beg her mother-in-law to allow Adnan into the house.

"Your sister's wedding right? Yes! Now tell me any weird thing that's happened during the event or whatever it was you were not comfortable with." Ammar sat in front of her on a coffee table, bracing his elbows on both of his knees as he watched her with keen eyes.

Since his confession, Aisha had started developing with unknown shyness she is not really proud of. Why should she be shy? This is Ammar Ibrahim Attahir! That insolent child that made work hard and still calls her a maid when he doesn't feel like being romantic. And she likes it. Then why is she blushing under his scrutiny? The other Aisha would've glowered at the way he was making her all jittery.

But she swallowed a thick gob of saliva in her throat and said. "I don't think anything out of ordinary had happened. It was all tiring..." she trailed off with a frown.

Ammar had kept quiet, waited patiently for her to unravel things herself. She then snapped her eyes to his as if she's solved all the puzzles but she hadn't, there is more than meets the eye.

"I think I know when it all happened." She murmured, her lips still slackened as she put in the pieces of the difficult puzzle.

He gave her an encouraging nod. "Go on. Say anything and everything, I will not judge you."

"When the entire event was over, Bilal was not around so he booked me a hotel room to stay alone instead of sharing a room with the half sisters he knew I disliked. He wouldn't allow me to leave and trusted no one to take me back home. So I woke up the next morning with another smell in the room but there was no trace of anybody. There was no blood on the bed though I noticed that the mattress was extra ruffled, I didn't give it much thought. That is all I can remember..." she frowned, trying her best to recall any other thing but zilch.