Taking one of the many racks from the man wearing uniform, Jannah squinted her eyes at the dress critically. She's decided to shop through her phone because in her words, she won't ever be able to love shopping not that she's gone even once in her life but the prospect of it made her shudder. She's shopped in every known brand known to a woman, where she's going to find the best clothes. That's how she took Adnan's black credit card earlier that morning.

It was entirely Aisha's idea when they awoke and had breakfast without any sound from Adnan but Imara did came out of his room looking happy and well rested. She wouldn't stop babbling about how much fun she had when she woke up, brushed teeth with her father and had good bath in his room instead of the bathroom. Now Adnan is going to get her her own tub inside her room and not the en-suite, cute right?

They had breakfast together the three of them then Aisha clicked her middle finger and thumb together while they were washing dishes which reminded her of the new housemaids that are coming for an interview later in the evening. She wants to do that because she cannot just welcome anyone into her home. Not after she's worked all alone for many years in the house. Someone from somewhere looking for a job won't come and wreck her house, she won't have that. She only needed three of them, Aisha is not among.

She is now more like her manager and best friend at the same time so she cannot have her working as a maid. She won't wear that uniform and is only going to keep working on helping her make her husband go crazy till the whole amnesia is terminated from the plan. The plans are slowly sheafing themselves into a rampant miscellany.

"You need a new wardrobe. The clothes you have won't be convenient for most of the things I've got in mind. And a woman married to a man like your husband should shop from the most renowned places and brands." Aisha bite out while cleaning a plate with one of the kitchen napkins.

Jannah frowned, she's got so many clothes. "But I have so much more even after the ones you've packed to send to the villa for the maids and orphanage. I don't want to spend excessively just because my husband is wealthy."

"That's not spending excessively. This needs to be done!" Aisha argued, turning around to face jannah with her eyes brimming with mischief.

"I don't trust that look in your eyes, it scares the living daylight out of me. Think about something else but clothes."

"It's all you need though. Match those outfits with high heels. Didn't you see how that Fatma Al-Amr was doing it? So chic and opulent." Aisha pouted, she really wants to make this work for Jannah.

"She is a businesswoman and is on reality show. I only get to stay at home, nothing else." Jannah argued looking smug now that she's brought a point to light.

She should've known though, Aisha is always ready with much more better points. Maybe she's debated throughout her school days, she never retracts.

Aisha's mouth hit the floor. "Staying at home? Is that your plan the entire time? Wow, I'm going to hit someone's head right now. Let me lower my voice but you are so not going to stay at home."

"Then where am I supposed to go to? Also start reality show or something?" Jannah is starting to fit into this character of hers.

She is now getting used to sarcasm, sassiness and wittiness like it's been there the whole time in her bloodstreams. Whenever someone talks, all she wants to do is give them behooving answer that will have them thinking whether she really is the one. Why not? She's been too docile that she feels like it's not her character, this isn't histrionics anymore.

Aisha eyes her demurely and pursed her lips. "I don't think that savageness is for me, Jay. Anywaysss, you are going to follow your husband everywhere he goes! If he leaves Nigeria to Antarctica today, you're going to follow closely no later than tomorrow. You will always be with him alongside your daughter. That's why this whole plan exists."

Jannah's eyes widened now getting where Aisha is going with her puzzle. But isn't she the most perspicacious person in the world? Of course she is supposed to be going around the world with her husband while acting like she doesn't know how things are done and blame it on her lack of memory. Her daughter will get to be with her father in abroad and everywhere which means her going to school must be delayed.

The passport and everything is definitely going to be sheathed by her mother-in-law. And she needs a new wardrobe if she is going to tour around the world trailing her husband. She shouldn't be seen with clothes that are subjacent and beneath her husband's class right? Not that he'd ever buy her things from plebeians, that's not Adnan Ibrahim Attahir.

"You are so right!" Jannah rushed to give Aisha a bear hug, a large smile taking over her entire face. Gosh, she is right.

Aisha hugged her back giggling. "Stop screaming like a banshee, we don't want your husband overhearing our conversation or everything will be in vain."

Jannah clamped her mouth shut. "You are right again. Now what was it you said about shopping online?"

"Right. Let me just finish this and we can start. But first, get your husband to give you his credit card." She pushed her through the door but Jannah stood there rooted outside the kitchen.

"Credit card? What's that and why do we need it?" She tilted her head innocently so Aisha could see that she is really ignorant about all these bank stuff.

The billionaire's thrifty wife.

Aisha suspired, flattened her lips before she answered. "The clothes won't pay for themselves so we need his credit card to make the transfers and his pin or whatever. Just tell him you want to purchase a few things and he'll give you. I'm sure."

"Alright. Let's see how it goes." She clicked her lips together.

She pivoted and made her way to his room only realize that she is wearing a skinny silky stain pajamas with a button up notch collar shirt and short shorts topped by ebony kimono when she entered the room and their eyes clashed. There is no way she is going to rush out of the room because she feels underdressed, not this Jannah.

His eyes roamed over her body with a raised brow but there was no other emotion or expression on his face which made her feel embarrassed. Her hair is a salmagundi of shambled tresses now that she's slept unlike yesterday when she came in looking all bewitching with her hair in charming updo. It looks like a nest made wrong and the bird flew away for something better.

He ignored her and went ahead with his phone call, she didn't notice he was on phone. She shrugged and went to stroll around the room touching this and that on her way. She came across a picture of Imara and herself smiling abundantly at the camera. It was at his mother's house, she snapped the picture on a Friday. Jannah didn't want to but she had no other choice with her unrelenting mother-in-law.

Her heart swelled within her chest, she picked the framed photo and held it in both her hands. She was wearing a long flaxen jilbab.

Adnan swirled just at that time to see her staring at the photo with a watery smile, she didn't notice him looking at her so he continued for the next nine seconds before yawing around to look down at his window again. Bakri just called him to tell him about something gravely serious but like always, it's a modicum trouble they'll definitely get rid of in a few hours. His CFO always overstates stuff in a caricatural way. It is provoking.

He hung up the phone, meandered around only to bump into his wife who was on her way to pluck the phone away from his hands and have the conversation she was there for. Yeah, she feels like looking for another predicament after the last one she did without forfeiture.

He raised a brow, drill her down with his intense brown eyes. Her lashes slowly swept up as she blinked at him innocently, her eyes filled with nauseating gullibility that made him uncomfortable. How could someone be this pure and untainted? Is that possible?

"Sorry but I've been here for twenty minutes already. Thought I should remind you I was here." She excused, stepping back only a step and taking her pellucid redolence. He was getting cozy in it's pleasantness.

"I thought you left. I'll advise you to turn around whenever you see me on phone calls, I tend to take hours talking business." He sidestepped her and made his way to his desk to pick a folder there.

Jannah followed him closely behind. "I'm here because I want your credit card, Dracs."

"And why do you want my credit card? To play dates again?" He couldn't help chirping in those sarcastic words, she is rubbing off on him. Hopefully, not with the curse words.

"Going to do some good shopping because my closet is as empty as your love affair." She twirled a small hair by the side of her ear trying to look innocent.

Adnan immediately turned around to slant her a look that earned him an innocent cheeky shoulder shrug. "Here. Have a nice day." He passed her a black and silver credit card.

She viewed the small rectangle shaped platinum card in between her hands. So this is where his entire money is? Seems like she asked the question out loud because his answer came almost immediately, startling her off her wits.

"No. Not even one percent out of hundred is in there but that's enough for you to buy an entire brand. Go on, I have work to do." He sat down on the chair in front of his desk and got to work.

And here they are now after spending millions the whole morning. When you have money, there is nothing impossible. They just ordered few hours ago but they've been shipped to Nigeria, that's not true. The ones she ordered were already on their way to Nigeria meant for other people but after Aisha —of course— forced her to add a few tips on top of each piece of clothing, she got them first. Seems like money is everything after all.

She's ordered from Prada, Burberry, Versace, Gucci, Mango, Michael Kors, Hermes, Nike, Celine, Dior, YSL, Balenciaga and Louis Vuitton you name it. She bought everything for both her and her daughter of course even a few shoes for Aisha who's currently helping the men that brought the clothes in a huge van unpack inside her walk-in closet.

Adnan swaggered down the stairs and surveyed the topsy-turvy house with lazy eyes. He looks alarmingly handsome in spider single breasted one button Notch Lapel suit, matching slacks, necktie and jade shirt beneath. His umber expensive burnishing brogues rested comfortably on his feet. The man surely knows the effect he has on people, he takes advantage of that too all the time.

The men working stilled at the sight of him, the youngest oil magnate that is rumored to be in mafia. Of course they know who he is. Who doesn't? He deals with the most dangerous men in the world.

When Adnan's focus settled on her, they were marred with questions that she refused to answer but cross her hands over her chest and continue to order the few men in uniform to climb upstairs with the clothes to her room. She saw him coming closer to her from her peripheral vision and her chest hammered again.

He stood an arm's length away from her, tucked his hands in the pockets of his slacks. His perfume wafting into her nose. "What's going on here?"

She beamed at him. "Told you I was going to do some shopping, here they are."

"Okay." And he left the house buttoning his one button. Imara yelled out after him from the living room, "I'm waiting for you."

After the whole packing was done, Jannah collapsed on one of the two seaters in the living room close to her daughter. Aisha on the other hand made her way to the kitchen for some food. Instead of resting like any normal person when tired, she eats food like a glutton and get belly fat that she cares not about. She ate three large pancakes, gave Jannah one and Imara one making five.

Done with that, a call came from Hajiya Maimuna to remind them of the maids coming in about ten minutes. Jannah had to suppress a groan just recalling that she's got more to do that day. She is pushing herself to the max and Adnan should better be ready for her, this will not be for nothing. She is planning on hitting two birds with one stone.

"Can you do it or should I do it?" Aisha asked licking her fingers of both left and right hand.

"Let's do it together. You'll know more about them by staring at their faces." Jannah stretched her hands, adjust the large Chantilly veil around her shoulders.

"So I was thinking... do you ever want to go back to school? Like get a course you really like and hit it off in college. University." Aisha inquired after a few minutes of silence, both in their own worlds but seems like this is where Aisha's thought is.

Jannah scrunched her brows. She has never thought about going to university even though one or two girls from her hometown went, she never liked the idea. Why stress yourself when you don't want to work with it in the future? Her mother-in-law suggested it once but she changed the topic then or did someone interrupted them? She cannot recall but they've talked about it.

She doesn't want to join college but won't mind having something that'll help her earn money by herself. She is married to a billionaire, yes but that doesn't mean she cannot work. She wants to earn money like Fatma Al-Amr is doing but that is a topic for another time, not in their current situation.

"I don't think I want to. It's never been in my mind. But what about you? Seems like you only graduated secondary school too."

Aisha shrugged her shoulders. "It was my father's dream to see me graduating from Nile University as a pharmacist. I started looking forward to it at some point. I got admission, even finished a semester when my father died and everything came crashing down. We had no inheritance but debts upon debts so I capitulated."

"Do you want to go back? To the university?" Jannah tilted her head, the passion is there in her eyes so she shouldn't lie. She wants to fulfill her father's dream.

"Yeah, I want to graduate from any university as long as I'm going to graduate as a pharmacist. That's his dream after all." She played with Imara's fingers absently, her lips set.

"Why didn't you join back after you started working at the villa? The pay is good, isn't it?"

"I have my mother to take care of. She's got heart problems and her medicines are expensive and so are her appointments. I'm saving up for the college though. I might join this fall."

Jannah nodded and closed the conversation knowing what she has in mind will be turned down before she could finish her sentence. She will bring the topic up again, just not now. The girl has got pride, like every other person. She is going to help her but she shouldn't know about it.