Here is your Sunday update guyss. ENJOY!
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Jannah was getting ready for a photoshoot. She just got back from the hospital. Initially, she wanted to miss it, but she knew better than to mix her personal life with her professional life. So here she is in her apartment, getting ready for the shoot. The address was not far from her place because it was also located in wuse 2, she'll get there in no time.
She was dressed in a straight denim blue jean skirt, with a black t-shirt tucked into it. Topped with a black kimono and black veil, along with black and white air force one's. She slung her cross body purse, but not before putting her phone, gloss, and tissues in it, then carried her camera bag and car keys. She locked up and drove to her destination.
The gates of the house were finely and professionally decorated with brightly coloured balloons, and a huge 'Welcome' banner was hung on the gate.
She blared the horn, and the gates were opened by the gateman. On a normal day, he would've asked for an identity, but since there was an event, he didn't find it necessary to do so.She found a parking space beside one of the numerous cars in the compound of the house. She stood beside her car and called Tanya to let her know that she was there, and she informed her that someone was sent to bring her in.
"Hello." A cute light skinned little girl said with a toothy grin and a wave.
Jannah gave her a smile too and crouched to her level, "Hey cutie, what's your name?" She asked.
"Humayrah, but everyone calls me ayra, anty baby said I should take you in. What's your name?"
"Well, you're so cute, ayra. My name is Nana Firdaus, cutie. And let's go, koh?" Jannah complimented. Her love for kids is unmatched. Humayrah held her hand as they walked to the backyard together.
"You're very pretty, too, Aunty. " Ayra complimented her too.
"Awww, thank you." They had arrived at the backyard, so ayra let go off her hand. She motioned for jannah to bend, and when she did, ayra kissed her cheeks. "You're very nice, I like you. You're pretty just like Barbie." Ayra whispered and ran off to the other children. Jannah was shocked but very pleased. It made her feel warm inside, and a smile took over her features. Compliments from children are always the best.
She stood up and took in the appearance of the backyard. It was decorated with balloons just lole the gate was, but there were chairs and tables arranged to perfection, different placards with names of people reserved for the tables were on them. In front was a purple cushion surrounded by different kinds of beautiful decorations. It was definitely meant for the baby's mother since it was a baby shower, after all. The ambience was great. Everyone looked happy and jovial. The place looked great all together. She spotted Tanya and walked towards her, "Hey Tanya."
"Hello ma'am, how're you? And mom?" Tanya asked, really concerned, jannah gave her a small smile, "She's doing better."
"Wishing her a quick recovery ma'am."
"Thank you, Tanya."
"The event is about to start. We have about 10 minutes to finish setting up. I'm almost done, though." Tanya informed.
"We better get busy then." Amidst setting up a caramel tone lady dressed in a pink maxi dress with an elegant contrasting collar and assymetric button placket along with an exquisite pieced bodice walked towards them with along with a guy dressed in a white tee and black chino pants topped with a brown button up shirt with all the buttons undone.
"Hi, you must be Nana Firdaus, I'm Aisha, and this is my husband, yasir. Welcome to my humble abode." Aisha introduced with a huge grin.
"Hello, yes I am, and this is my assistant, Tanya. Thank you for having us." Jannah replied with a smile and extended her arm for a handshake, but aisha pulled her in for a hug, "Sorry, I'm more of a hugger." Aisha chuckled after breaking the hug, and jannah joined her. "No problem." She replied.

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Ties
RomanceAn independent young lady with a heart full of passion. A lone wolf with a cold demeanour. Rude and narcissistic. Is it all a facade? Or is that who she really is? She is Nana Firdaus. Some call her Jannah, and this is her story. As the only child o...