Duk Karfin Izzata Hausa Novel Complete
Khalid held Zahra’s hand as they exited the party. Ammi headed towards Ummi’s party, and Khalid and Zahra walked and chatted like old friends. At the door connecting to Ummi’s party, they bumped into Yusuf, who was smiling mysteriously, as though he found something amusing but wouldn’t share it. Zahra froze, her body trembling. She stammered, “Where are you, Brother Yusuf?” He ignored her and replied he would go his way.
Khalid quickly held Zahra’s arm protectively. Yusuf turned, glaring at Khalid. “What are you staring at? If you can’t respect Zahra as your sister, then don’t treat me as your brother,” Yusuf sneered. Khalid’s expression tightened as he released Yusuf’s arm. Yusuf walked away, leaving Zahra visibly shaken. Khalid glanced back at her, noticing her fear. “What’s wrong, Auntie?” he asked.
Zahra replied hesitantly, her voice trembling, “Brother Khalid, this is why I brought you. Aunty Farida and Aunty Mardiya are the only ones you truly love. Aunty Salma...you see how Yusuf wouldn’t even respond to my greetings. He didn’t even ask if I was okay...” Her voice cracked as though she might cry. Khalid forced a reassuring smile, sensing her unease. “Don’t worry, Auta,” he said gently, patting her head. “Let’s go to the bathroom and leave them behind. I’m here for you.”
They moved toward Ummi’s room, greeted those they passed, and entered. The room mirrored Ammi’s, even in its color scheme. A stunning woman, appearing to be in her mid-thirties, sat elegantly on a two-seater sofa. A fruit basket adorned the table before her. She held an apple delicately in her hand, her demeanor resembling Yusuf’s. Zahra ran to her, wrapping her arms tightly around her.
“Aunty Farida, I’m back!” Zahra exclaimed. Aunty Farida smiled warmly. “You’re not leaving me again, are you?” Zahra teased playfully, her joy contagious. Khalid settled onto a larger sofa, offering a polite greeting. “Aunty Babba, rest well.” Aunty Farida smiled and responded, “You’ve all grown up so much. I’m proud of you.”
Zahra interjected enthusiastically, “Aunty Farida, I’ve grown too! I’m big-hearted now!” Khalid and Aunty Farida chuckled at her liveliness.
As they talked, Aunty Farida’s phone, placed near Zahra, began to ring. Zahra snatched it up excitedly. “I’ll answer it, Aunty!” she exclaimed, but her face turned red as she saw the caller ID. Aunty Farida took the phone from her, laughing at her reaction.
“Hello, Aryan,” Aunty Farida answered. Aryan greeted her warmly from the other end. They exchanged pleasantries, but his tone carried an underlying tension. “You’ve spoken to Abba, right?” he asked hesitantly. Aunty Farida reassured him, “Don’t worry, Aryan. Everything is fine. Just take care of yourself.” Aryan abruptly ended the call, leaving Aunty Farida thoughtful.
Turning to Zahra, she asked, “Auta, why were you so quiet?” Zahra didn’t respond, avoiding eye contact. Khalid chuckled knowingly. Aunty Farida sighed, observing them both. “Sometimes, I wonder how much you all care about me,” she remarked softly. “The pain Don and Aryan carry is heavy, but you, Zahra, are the one who hears it most clearly.”
