Jannah's dainty eyes raked over herself in the mirror in horror, her eyes bulging out before she shrieked piercingly. She rushed to a hijab draped on the two seater cabriole chair inside the walk-in closet and sheathed herself. Eyes still wide in consternation, she gripped the hijab tightly around her svelte body chidingly.

What on earth was that? Was she the one standing there in front of the mirror looking like an a-class whore? It makes no sense but with the way her heart is beating, she sure was the one. Was that her though?

A sound of feminine laughter from rows of clothes in the closet caught her attention because there stood the other occupant of the room laughing her ass off with a twinkle in her jocund eyes. Jannah frowned but didn't lower down the hijab from her shoulders because, what the hell? She is not going to go around in little to nothing no matter what.

Adnan Ibrahim Attahir be damned to hell and rot if he wants.

"Why are you so weird? It's just me in here and not your husband. And I'm also a woman. So what would you have done if your husband were here? Is that how you want to do it?" Aisha narrowed her eyes, all trace of laughter dematerializing like they've never been there.

"I don't care. I don't even want to do this anymore. I'm better off with my daughter." Jannah shuddered to emphasize her point but Aisha isn't having it so she traipsed to sit beside her.

Aishatu or more like Aisha Hashem Garo is or was a maid in the Ibrahim Attahir villa before few weeks ago after Jannah had told her mother-in-law about her plans to make her husband cuckoo. Naturally, they needed a solid plan on how things should work out without a slight aperture for mistake. That was taking time because each idea makes absolute no sense.

Aisha walked in right then to remind Hajiya Maimuna that she needed to take her medicines right there in front of her. That was part of her job in the house so she stayed there awkwardly looking at Jannah not that that's the first time they are meeting but she's never allowed herself to brazenly look at people she isn't comfortable with. That day was an exception because they both stared openly at one another.

Then it happened, it clicked.

They are going to become best of friends and at that moment Jannah knew no one will be able to alleviate them out in this situation but this girl with wild feral eyes that's been tamed for awhile. She is totally the type of woman Adnan would go crazy about not in a romantic way of course. The type that'll make him jump in terror at any cissy voice, that kind of crazy. That's what she is aiming for too.

She is not looking for anything romantic from Adnan, it's going to be a waste of time so she'll drive him insane and be wherever he is with her daughter. That's all she wants to do. Make her daughter's life as easier and comfortable as possible and this is her way of doing so.

Aisha had blinked away first when Hajiya Maimuna passed her the Collins glass cup she's brought water in. "Have a good afternoon."

She turned around to leave when Jannah called her back with the name her mother-in-law used to whine threateningly just few minutes ago. "Aishatu!"

The girl whirled around and that was when Jannah noticed just how young she looks. With her golden tanned skin, pretty white eyes and brown eyeballs that glow with the influence of the center bowl chandelier in the room. She's wearing the maids uniform, a simple hickory a-line gown and matching cap on her head. She's got a nice figure it looks even in the uniform and she looks around her age.

She also doesn't look like she grew up in penury, just a wild guess.

Both Aisha and Hajiya Maimuna are now staring at her with eyes filled with inquisitiveness. She wanted to back out but then her mother-in-law's presence and heat close to her urge her to go on. Even if things go wrong in the future, she's got her mother-in-law right beside her. And her daughter.

She gave her a small smile then ask her to come back closer. "Do you think you can tell me little about yourself?"

Aisha looked at her mistress who just gave a simple nod before opening her mouth. "I'm Aisha Hashem Garo. I am twenty two years old. I am my mother's only daughter, she loves me a lot. My father died three years ago and we went bankrupt, me and my mother but my father's other wife and children are well off. We don't know how. So here I am trying to help us both out."

Jannah's mouth hung open at the way she's narrated half her life in just a few sentences. Things must've been traumatic because it is said, help the person that turned impoverished if you are ever in a position to either help the one who grew up poor or the one who went poor. Things like that are disheartening but Jannah doesn't know that. She grew up poor but now lives rich.

Hajiya Maimuna showed no emotion which means she's known about it. Of course she does. That's how Aisha usually introduce herself if you asked to want to know more than the basics.

Jannah took a deep breath. "Do you by any chance know how to drive a car?"

Aisha excitedly nodded her head, jerking the cap on her head backwards a little showing her slightly brown hair. "My father taught me when I was sixteen and since then I do take our neighbor's once in awhile so I won't lose touch. And sometimes, the driver here allow me too. I'm sorry, Hajiya. Please don't sack him. I tend to be very persuasive."

Hajiya Maimuna only chortled knowing the driver had no other choice just like when she was given the job. There were four of them seeking for job in the villa at that time but the way she'd persuaded her, she didn't even give the other three a second glance. Aisha is very convincing and is like a damn dog, in a good way. Loyal and just always there, reliable.

"Don't worry about him. So far, the cars are all in good shape so you must be a good driver then?" Hajiya Maimuna tilted her head to the side.

She does not know what Jannah wants to do but she trusts the girl.

"I'm really good." She glued her mouth though she wanted to add something. Her eyes flew to Jannah's inquiringly.

"Yeah." Jannah cleared her throat and straightened up. "You are going to teach me how to drive, I hope you're patient because I can be annoying when learning things. And I'm a slow learner."

Before Jannah could close her mouth, Aisha had perked up. "Don't worry about that. I can be extremely patient." Anything to leave the house for awhile away from the usual gossip in the maid's lodging.

Jannah turned to her mother-in-law. "I think I should first know how to drive in case. I should show him that I am changed so he would think another woman is there beside him and not me. I don't know how the doctor is going to explain that but I hope it works. And then, I'll change my drawer. Of course I'm going to close my body from head to toe but there's a way they are doing it now. I'd like to try."

Hajiya Maimuna furrowed her brows then nodded. "I'll talk to Doctor Abdussalam as soon as possible. You go on with your thing."

And here they are. She's learned how to drive after three weeks of trying, she's almost too perfect because those monstrous tires gliding on coal-tar is a different type of chill. Now they have moved to the next step, her wardrobe and makeup. She is having second thoughts because is he worth it? He isn't but her daughter is worth more than this and she'd be damned if she would live like this with him for the rest of her life.

Things should change, and they should change now! Not in the future. That future should be for her daughter happily experiencing changes and embracing herself not going through many sleepless nights without her father. As she grows older, she'll learn to accept that he won't be around all the time but for now, she is taking the reins.

"You don't want that. I've met Mr. Adnan once and truthfully, he is not a cordial man and I never liked him. He is good looking, check, but his attitude is filthy. I can't stand men like him but you are going to do this for your daughter. And also put him back in his place. I want to see that happening and maybe, a little romanceee?" She drawled the last word turning around to inspect a pea coat.

Jannah rolled her eyes. She wouldn't dream about that romance since he's got no bone as such in his body. Not even an atom of his blood has that so she won't think wild. She's comfortable making sure her daughter and him have more time together. She'd watch from the shadow and stay out of their way most of the time, she doesn't want his attention.

Is that so? Why is she so focused on looking more good for him then? Why is she critically looking at her body and questioning what his likes are in a woman? He is not healthy for her, she is starting to realize that now.

"Oh, please. Let's not talk about that with his name, it makes me want to puke. But seriously, I want to see him going crazy with my façade. I plan on making use of it for as long as possible."

"You know amnesia doesn't last forever right? Mostly it ends in six to eight months tops. Get all you can by then and shackle him to your daughter. He should be addicted to having her around." Aisha hummed to an unknown tone but it sounds beautiful.

"What's that you are humming?" Jannah tilted her head, her eyes following each of her moves.

"Ruth B 'Dandelions' I like the song." She pursed her lips and threw away a few laces into a large suitcase she's going to send to an orphanage after removing the ones she can wear herself, most of them.

Jannah promised to pay her handsomely each month but her mother-in-law took it upon herself to add to her monthly emoluments. Aisha has been living with her for the three weeks but after everything is done, she'll pack up and leave, back to the villa. Though her mother-in-law said they are going to talk about her getting maids, Aisha might join. Jannah likes her company a lot and they've become really close.

She's never had real friends so having Aisha is like a blessing from the universe. Imara also loves having her around.

"It's a nice song."

"Uh-hmm. Back to business. Being crazy means you are not yourself and that shyness should be terminated, for now at least. Or is it just village-ness? Excuse my language but anyone reckless enough to think about making Mr. Adnan go crazy is not just audacious, it's a suicide mission. And I adore your courage because I know you'll do just that. I trust you in this and to think I have trust issues." Aisha turned around, her eyes on the hijab she is still clutching tight.

Jannah loved the way she's just encouraged her. She grew up in a home that only order you around and not endorse you when things fail. There is no turning back. She won't fold their hands, this must work.

"But I'm not wearing anything. I mean, it's too short." She frowned adorably, looking down at herself through the hijab. She is only wearing a mustard sheathe dress.

Aisha flattened her lips. "That's what you'll wear around the house or whenever you two are alone. Just so he won't realize that you are still that docile woman you used to be. This is a new Jannah and she is confident in her body—"

"But I'm not!" Jannah cut out almost in hysterics, she turned her face away so Aisha won't see the new glow in them.

Damn it, she wasn't supposed to be this emotional.