Bani Da Gata Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
Adamsy asked Ma’azzara to be scolded. Ma’azzara, a timid girl with a terrible fear of reprimand, often found herself overwhelmed to the point of losing control. But now, after dreaming of her uncle, her emotions were a whirlwind. In her dream, he embraced her tightly, telling her she was cherished and that he would never allow her to be disrespected. Waking up, this vision left her desperate to experience that same comfort in reality.
As Adamsy attempted to leave the room, Ma’azzara, driven by her emotions, stumbled into his broad chest. She clung to him, tears streaming, and in frustration, cried out, “Uncle, you promised you’d never let me cry. Tell me I have worth. Say you’re my mother, my father…” Overwhelmed, Adamsy stepped back, his expression hardening. Ma’azzara fell to her knees, sobbing and hugging herself, while Husaina, watching the scene unfold, moved to intervene.
Adamsy turned coldly, his voice sharp but measured. “Why do you act this way, Ma’azzara? Are you trying to humiliate yourself? Do you even understand what you’re doing?” His words cut deep, and Ma’azzara, clutching her bleeding hand, whispered through tears, “Uncle, you’re all I have. My life, my hair—everything depends on you.”
Husaina, unable to stay silent, confronted Adamsy. “Mon trésor, how can you show such cruelty? You taught me kindness and generosity. Yet here is a girl who desperately needs our help, and you turn your back on her?” She burst into tears, pulling Ma’azzara close and guiding her to sit on the bed. Ma’azzara, numb, stared blankly, her gaze never leaving Adamsy.
Husaina took out her phone, calling for help as tears streamed down her face. Adamsy, struck by the intensity of the moment, approached her. “Husaina,” he said softly, “what do you want me to do? Just tell me.” Husaina, her voice heavy with emotion, replied, “Call a doctor. She’s bleeding, and she needs help.”
Adamsy hesitated but eventually complied. He kissed Husaina on the forehead, wiping her tears before stepping out to summon the doctor. When the doctor arrived, he treated Ma’azzara’s wound and placed her on a drip. Despite this, Ma’azzara’s gaze remained fixed on Adamsy, her expression filled with longing and pain.
As Adamsy comforted Husaina, whispering words of reassurance, she took the phone and called his mother, Ummee. Through tears, Husaina explained everything, pleading for understanding and support. “Ummee,” she said, “Ma’azzara is in pain, and Adamsy refuses to help. Please, talk to him.”
Ummee’s voice echoed through the phone, firm and filled with authority.
