YOURS, JANNAH

#SEVENTY THREE

You guys don't comment anymore, it's heartbreaking💔 Sha I'm taking it off on Saturday...night!

"...Have many more blessed years ahead with little Adnan or Jannah..." Aisha finished saying through the phone while staring at the ring Ammar gave her earlier. He said it was an engagement ring though his mother scolded him for saying that. She's become so obsessed with the crazy guy.

"Thank you, Shats. I love you but..." Jannah trailed off mulling over her words and not knowing how to say them out without sounding whiny and moody pregnant.

That got Aisha's attention off the ring, her mental focus directed at her best friend's downhearted tone. "What's it, Mon Cherie? Is something wrong? Are you craving something or the nausea is disturbing you?" She fired, sitting up in her old bedroom.

Oh, she's went back to live with her mother now after all that's happened the last few days. Their relationship is still very much restrained though her mother is now trying her best to get her off the angry horse she is riding on. She is allowed to be mad at her mother for accusing her right? It still hurts very much just thinking out how she's thrown everything for stupid reputation. Why does it matter?

Jannah stuttered then ricocheted them out. "Dracs still hasn't wished me and I'm very sure he doesn't know when my birthday is. Why am I so mad at him when he has no idea what today is? And besides, I never celebrated my birthdays at all."

Aisha grinned from the other end, holding back a guffaw not wanting to augment the woman's hormones that is already skyrocketing. One word from her and Jannah's entire mood for the day will be altered though Adnan is going to be at the end of it and not her. She's still yet to tell him about the pregnancy, maybe she will today if the mood is triggered?

But she found herself saying. "Don't worry about it and keep a cool head. Just message him that today is your birthday and see what he does about it."

After they hung up the phone, Jannah quickly typed Adnan a message and drop the phone beside her though checking for message after every second. She groaned when five minutes passed without any reply from him. She wanted to call then stopped herself last minute, he might be in a serious meeting right now and she shouldn't interrupt him. Ten minutes breezed past and still nothing from her husband. She tensed, sat back down on the couch and angrily watched the tv.

Another ten minutes sharply accelerated leaving Jannah confused, angry and frustrated. She folded her legs with her feet on the edge of the couch then lie her head on her knees. It was a few seconds later before tears started rushing down her face with rapidness that shocked her but she didn't stop it. She doesn't have the right anyway. The tears have power of their own.

The doctor had told her about the changes, she knew about them since she's given birth before. Just that the last time she went through all these she was alone. Jannah sobbed loudly then close her face in embarrassment. Why is she crying because her husband ignored her message? Maybe because he's started replying each of her messages not a minute after she's sent them? Probably.

Sounds of footsteps halted her tears, Jannah raise her head immediately and behold the sight of her husband in all his suit handsome glory. Her heart dipped to her stomach before she pouted her lips and lie her head back on her knees then continued crying with more vigor this time around. Adnan rushed to where she is in ground eating strides and cradled her to his arms, sitting her down on his laps.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He enquired in her ear while rocking her like he would a baby. Like he did Imara.

Jannah didn't answer, choked sobs filled the quiet room frustrating and worrying Adnan for no reason. All he wants to do is find out what is wrong with her. If someone did this to her then he'll definitely murder that person this time around without remorse. There is no more forgiving anyone who's hurt his wife, they don't deserve to live in the earth.