Ciki Da Gaskiya Book 2 Hausa Novel Complete
The hall was silent, and all eyes turned to Baffah. Although family meetings were not unusual in this household, this particular one carried a sense of unease, especially for Hajia Babba and Gawgo Bintu. The tension was palpable, with Aysha and Gawgo Bintu also present among the participants.
After opening the meeting with prayers, Ammah took the floor.
“I know this gathering might surprise some of you. It certainly surprised me when your father called for it, but I’m hopeful it will bring good tidings for all of us.”
She glanced at Baffah and nodded, signaling him to take over. With a composed demeanor, Baffah began his address, starting with greetings and advice. He then continued, “This meeting involves a few important matters, and I’ll address them one by one.
“First, let’s talk about Bintu, whom you all fondly call ‘Mother of the Children.’ She has shown immense dedication to this family and the children, especially Amatullah. It’s for this reason she’s earned the title. I’m pleased to announce that from today, Bintu will officially leave her position as a caretaker and instead become a recognized part of our family, God willing.”
A wave of happiness swept through the room as everyone acknowledged Aunt Bintu’s kindness and her unwavering care for the children. However, Hajia Babba’s expression remained unchanged, and she said nothing.
Baffah continued, “Secondly, there is good news regarding Hama. She will, God willing, be married in two months. To prepare for this joyous occasion, we’ve relieved her of some responsibilities to allow her to rest.”
The family responded with a heartfelt “Ameen.”
“As for the third matter,” Baffah said, his tone shifting, “it concerns Mu’azzam’s marriage.”
A hush fell over the room, and all eyes locked onto Baffah. Khaleel stiffened, his chest rising and falling rapidly as though caught in an August whirlwind. Hajia Babba stared at Baffah with thinly veiled disdain, while Ammah smiled knowingly.
Aysha clutched her chest, her gaze darting toward Khaleel, her face a mix of amusement and disbelief.
Baffah, struggling to suppress a laugh, glanced at Khaleel before turning away with a smile. “Khaleel’s life has been enough of an adventure,” he said. “I’ve decided it’s time for him to marry a good woman—someone whose upbringing I respect. However, I won’t stop him from adding another wife if he wishes.”
He paused before delivering the bombshell. “The woman I have chosen for him is none other than Aysha, your mother’s daughter.”
Chaos erupted. Four people—Khaleel, Aysha, Mama, and Hajia Babba—shot to their feet simultaneously.
“Oh, Khaleel!” Aysha exclaimed, tears streaming down her face. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”
Hajia Babba’s voice cut through the commotion like a knife. “Khaleel, how dare you drag this girl’s name into this?! Is this the kind of respect you’ve shown your younger sister?!”
Turning to the other women in the room, she fumed, “I told your father yesterday when I saw this girl that she didn’t belong here. Do you want us to stand by and watch this madness unfold?!”
Aysha, meanwhile, sat in a corner, sobbing. “I don’t even know how I feel,” she murmured to herself. “Am I happy or sad?”
It was a question that could only be left to the readers to ponder.
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When the room cleared, only Baffah, his wives, Khaleel, and Ammah remained. Hajia Babba, her voice filled with bitterness, spoke up.
“This marriage will not stand,” she said firmly. “Khaleel must choose someone else.”
Baffah regarded her with a calm smile. “I haven’t stopped him from making his own choice. For years, I’ve spoken about Mu’azzam’s marriage, yet no one took action. Now the time has come, and I’ve made my decision.”
He turned to Mu’azzam. “Son, who have you chosen to marry? Speak now.”
Mu’azzam sat frozen, his chest heaving with anxiety. He remained silent, his eyes darting between his father and Hajia Babba.
“Speak!” Hajia Babba commanded, her voice rising. “I will not allow my bloodline to mix with Fad’ima’s! This will not be forgotten!”
Mu’azzam slowly raised his eyes to meet hers. “Please, Mama,” he said softly, “be patient. I cannot go against my father’s wishes. But I’ve already forgiven you for your words.”
His calm response only deepened the tension, leaving the room heavy with unresolved emotions.
