CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

Juma's Real Illness

Juma started feeling himself. His fingers moved one by one and then he tried to open his eyes. The harsh light in the room forced him to shut them quickly. He scrunched his brows while still closing his eyes and perked his ears since he still remembered that when he fainted, he was with Stephany in the room.

But still, he couldn’t hear anybody. He slowly opened his eyes to let them adjust to the light and finally after some time, he could open them. His body was not weak and he stood up to a sitting position.

As soon as he sat, he saw Stephany sleeping on the coach. She was lying just the way she used to lie when awake. Her legs were on the backrest of the sofa and her head was on the armrest and her left arm was hanging to the floor.

Juma was stupefied that he did not know if he was to laugh or cry at the cute position Stephany was lying in. He shook his head, chuckling softly. Stella was not feminine at all.

But he felt deep love for her in