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Jannah and Adnan left the farm-house together and stopped at a small breakfast restaurant on the way to order takeaway so they could eat in the car. Jannah was excited and more than glad to try feeding Adnan while he drove, he was reluctant but she wouldn't give up, she is Jannah after all.

"I'm your wife, if I don't get to do this then who would? Come on, stop acting like a child and let me do my job." She insisted, her hand close to his lips which he reluctantly opened to let the few pieces of chips inside.

She went back to her seat murmuring; "I'll eat twice then feed you once."

"Why? That is unfair." He grunted earning a raised brow from Jannah because what the heck did he just say? Did Adnan just let out a lighthearted comment? Surely it is about to snow in Nigeria.

"It is not. I have a smaller mouth than you. I give you eight pieces of chips and I eat three or four to make it even." She beamed, pushing three pieces inside her mouth to prove her point.

Adnan shook his head at her tactics and continue to drive them both to the city. It was shorter than when she was coming alone, because he drives fast? Which reminds her, she's never seen him driving by himself. Where on earth did he leave Edward? And she thought he was handicapped or somehow incapable of driving himself. Just to show superiority, huh?

"I miss Mama." Imara ran into her mother's arms with dried tears coating her cheeks.

Jannah's heart tugged at that. She was busy enjoying her time with her husband and forgot about her little girl though she's called yesterday only for her mother-in-law to tell her she was fast asleep there on her thighs after crying her eyes out for not seeing her mother. They've never been away for more than necessary and it's never in the night.

"I miss you more, Imy. Mama brought you so many gifts." She kissed her entire face tasting the remains of the wet tears inside her mouth.

Imara pouted then rushed to her father who swooped her into his arms and started murmuring to her like he always does. That was enough to get Imara giggling loud while flopping her arms around animatedly. It looks like she is having a nice conversation, her eyes widening at her father then she'll throw her head back and guffaw. Jannah smiled, her perfect little family.

Aisha crept from behind her looking haggard and tired, definitely from taking care of Imara through the night. She's changed into a maid outfit, maybe because she had nothing to wear?

"I am so tired. Are we going back to the mansion now or should I catch some sleep?" She asked behind a yawn, her eyes forced to stay on Jannah's face and not Adnan's animated body language. It is a bizarre, something she can never get used to.

Jannah meandered to ask Adnan but before she could open her mouth, he's already talking to her. "I'm leaving alone."

She pouted her lips then shrugged her shoulders at him. Had he agreed to take them back home, she would've checked his temperature to see whether or not the man is alright. He's been too nice from the car ride to the villa, another act of benign will be her undoing. Besides, she's seen enough of him for now that his attitude is starting to smell from afar.

Taking her daughter from him, they watched as he swaggered into his Spider Bentley Bentayga. Imara waved at him alone while Jannah watched with tightened chest remembering what he'd said yesterday. Will she be able to live like they did before when she tells him about her regained memory? When she decides to tell him that she never did lost her memory? That is going to be the most hardest test to have ever existed.

But is that what he wants for them? Can he now live across the globe forgetting that he's got a wife and daughter back home seeking his attention? After everything that had transpired and still is eventuating between them? From her part, she won't be able to live like that again with Adnan. The life they'd led few months ago, she cannot go through with it after the little taste of love and attention.

She is used to it and if he cannot give her that much security and attention, then she is going to walk out of this. It is not do or die. Adnan would gladly aid her decision to let him go, that's what he's wanted from the beginning. Her heart, it won't be able to take negligence and lethargy, she's come to a conclusion. He will give her enough to live with her daughter and maybe... try finding love elsewhere.

She's made the mistake of getting attached and attracted to him, that is all going to change when things comes to an end. She will start detaching herself away from him, staying away and darting off any thought of his that will cross her mind. She's been forestalling the inevitable, thinking she can change a man. How stupid is that? A woman can never change a man, that is a notion she now believes wholeheartedly. That is his decision to make.

If he wanted to change, he would do so himself and not because of her. If he'd give her this same attitude and attention, she will live with it happily but going back to the life that other Jannah lived? Never!

"Clear put my schedule for the next two hours." Adnan ordered his personal assistant, Alim who just walked into the office after finding out his boss has arrived.

"Yes, Sir. Any other thing?" He asked his voice sounding lighter than normal which elicited a raised head from Adnan.

"Is there any reason why you are less professional this morning? Or the Maldives air hasn't left you yet?" He quizzed looking seriously confused as to why he is letting go of their professional relationship. Is he ready to lose his job?

Alim stood straighter, his spine standing erect and face obliterate of any lightheartedness. He draped that facade Adnan always loved to see in his workers, it makes them look more efficient and capable of taking the world. That is what working in an oil company feels like, effectualness and adequacy. Alim knew just how to keep up with his boss, it brought him this far and of course, his mother's prayers.

"No, Sir, my apologies." His eyes down below, arms by his side in attention.

Adnan dismissed him, sat down on his executive chair and opened his MacBook. It was just yesterday that he didn't work but it feels like forever already. Had it not been for Jannah's interference yesterday at his farmhouse, he would've gotten some work done during the night like he usually does. A breath escaped him, he closed his eyes and massaged his forehead for a few seconds. She is every freaking where around him now! Can't-

A knock came from the door, the person walked in without waiting for acquiesce. "Old friend!"

Adnan's attention shoot at the familiar voice he hadn't heard in a long time, not physically. A slow small smile broke across his face at the sight of his old friend, his eyes glinted at the edges. The man that stood before him looks as healthier as ever, not what Adnan had expected but he is glad his friend is doing well. It's been seven years, he had the worst of thoughts about Jibril.

He stood up from his chair on instinct and waited for the man to walk further to him which he did without further ado. They clasped their hands together tightly in a way they normally do since they were boys, their smile as large as life though if looked closely, Adnan's is a bit forced. He is happy, that shouldn't be questioned but he couldn't show it like his friend is nonchalantly doing. He's lost that right.

Jibril tapped Adnan's back from where he is, the table standing between them but he did it. He then turned around to look all over the office in appreciation, nodding while grinning at the same time. He's expected nothing less from Adnan Ibrahim Attahir, he's always had it in him but seeing it in reality made him extremely proud. He knew the man was going to make it this eminent, and he did just that.

His attention meandered to the man in front of him looking now broader, all AIA oil. He's dug more than he could bury himself in but that doesn't mean he cannot take all that on him. When he started growing in the sidewalk, Jibril was there by his side through thick or thin. Adnan didn't want the attention, he never wanted the public to find out the person behind AIA refineries but they did. He couldn't hide forever.

Jibril Shehu sat down on the chair, Adnan did the same. "It's been a really long time, Jibril. How've you been?" Adnan inquired, ringing for his secretary to serve them some refreshments.

Jibril gave a shrug of his shoulders, his egg-shell colored teeth wide on display. "I've been great, more than that actually. I made the money I promised to and I'm now basking in it's glory."

Adnan nodded his head, his attention now on his cigarette which he opened and took one from the miscellany. Jibril watched him with a frown, Adnan offered the pack to him but he refused with a curt shake of his head negatively. Shrugging, Adnan lit his cigar and blew it out with a relaxing sigh. He hadn't smoked in more than twelve hours, he didn't want to do it yesterday with Jannah around for some odd reasons.

"You don't smoke anymore?" Adnan cocked his head to the side because the man was the one who taught him how to smoke, weaved the thing into his mind.

Jibril gave a mysterious smile. "Nah, I've stopped after dying twice from failed lungs. Not exactly that but I was at the brink of death more than twice because of it, I stopped after the third time."

"That is great then. Nothing has happened to me so far, much more tolerance than you do it seems." He leaned back on his chair, tossing the butt of the executed cigar.

"I know right. You've always had more tolerance of everything than I do. Be it bullets, injuries or even... assaults." Jibril joked with the last word, Adnan only shook his head at it.

"What have you been doing? What was your source of income throughout the years?" Adnan changed the topic, meandering around on his chair for a little while.

"Nothing much. Worked here and there like you did in Zamfara then went to Kano where things broadened with fabrics and whatnot. From there, I started working as my own boss with a few shops scattered all over the market, Kantin Kwari." Jibril smiled as he talked about his business, pride coating each nook and crevice of his words.

"I'm so proud of you. You deserve all the goodness and the excess wealth, we both know that." Adnan encouraged, patting his friend's wrist awkwardly as he leaned over.

Jibril sat up, placing his palms on his knees while looking around the office again. "No, you deserve yours and I do mine. That is what we get for being so patient with those morons and striving for ours instead of being their hound dogs."

"They were not good people." Adnan forced out as he stood up from the chair too, turning his back to look outside at the sun slowly finding it's place in the sky.

"You still don't curse, do you?" Jibril's sneaky-close set eyes laughed at a distant memory. "Wow, I never thought you'd go through with that."

"I do... curse, whenever I get agitated." He grounded out, he hates when Jibril makes it sound like he is being a jerk for not cursing. Or maybe, a hypocrite.

"What gets you off your cool head? I've never seen you out of control in my life, so..?" Jibril probed coming to stand beside him, tucking his hand in the pockets of his jeans.

Adnan wanted to blurt out "Mama" but that would only rise questions he is not ready to answer from Jibril. Not ready to answer but don't want to supply them for reasons known to none. This is Jibril though, his closest friend and if there is anyone in this world that should know about his little family tucked away in the mansion, it should be his dear friend from day one.

So he found himself blurting out. "I have a kid and a wife."

It was quiet for a few minutes, Adnan refuse to yaw around to watch his friend's look of astonishment. He knew that was written all over him which isn't surprising, whoever pass across this little piece of information tend to be galvanized and speechless, Jibril is no less. So he gave him time to digest the news while rocking on his heels, his hands tucked away in his slacks.

And then Jibril Shehu said in a quiet voice. "You mean you got married? How? When and who is she?"

Adnan shrugged his shoulders in devil-may-care. "My mother wouldn't have it any other way. I got married before, we went our separate ways because she didn't like the arrangement but I have another wife now with a three year old girl."

"What! Oh, my God! But the public don't know anything about this, do they? No one's talked about you having a family and always call you single at thirty four." Jibril's amazement cannot be concealed no matter how much he tried to keep his tone low.

"They don't and I'd like to keep it that way for everybody's sake."

"You know what, I need to see them right away. It's either you call her to come here or we go see her. Your choice but I must see them to make sure you aren't just babbling high on that blunt." Jibril held Adnan's eyes looking excited, shocked but at the same time, proud.

Adnan grunted at the prospect of seeing Jannah again. She is stirring too many emotions and feelings, he hates how she does that with just a simple innocent smile. He removed his phone from his suit and dialed her number which he knew by heart after the way she keeps calling him time without number. He is yet to save it with any name in his phone afraid he might add that useless emoji they tend to punctuate names with. If he does that, it is official he is going to commit suicide.

The phone rang just once before she picked and said in a sing song. "Missing me already, Dracs?"

Adnan raised a brow at the smile that wanted to twitch the sides of his lips. "No. Can you come over to the office? There is someone here I want you to meet. With Imara."

Jannah kept quiet for a beat or two then said sternly, in such attitude that sounds eerily like his. "No, I am very busy right now. I don't want to see your face. Have a nice day." And she hung up.

Adnan removed the phone from his ear and watch the line die with slackened expression. Did Jannah just said that to him? Yeah, seems like she did.