K.A.W Hausa Novel Complete
They struggled to bring him down, restraining him as he desperately tried to push them away. One of them, a man with a noticeable scar on the side of his face and darkened lips stained with blood, crouched beside him. His voice was calm and steady as he gently patted the man's back.
“Take it easy, my friend,” he said reassuringly. “We understand your pain and worries, but this is not the way. Be patient; we’re here for you. It’s tough, but you’re not alone.”
Gradually, the man's tense body began to relax. His groans subsided, his eyes fluttered closed, and his breathing steadied, as though he were falling asleep. Satisfied, they confirmed he had calmed down and carefully lifted him up.
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Elsewhere, the Major stood before a mirror, stretching with surprising vitality for his age. His wife assisted him as he prepared for the day. Without turning to her, he asked, “Has Arfa gone to work?”
“She left,” his wife replied with a frown. “At her own risk.”
He nodded, a hint of frustration in his tone. “The punishment I gave her yesterday must be why she didn’t come to greet me today. I’ll deal with her when she returns.”
“For God’s sake, Major!” his wife exclaimed. “You’re too hard on her. You said she’s the only child in this house, but she and the others aren’t children anymore. Don’t you care about their feelings?”
The sharp look he gave her silenced her. Without another word, he grabbed his car keys and left.
Feeling overwhelmed, she descended the stairs into the main hall, pacing in frustration. Her friend Kurum, noticing her distress, asked, “What’s wrong? Is it about Meyafaru?”
Unable to hold back, she vented her frustrations. “It’s the Major. He’s obsessed with that girl, as if she’s the only one in this house. Yesterday was supposed to be my day, but he spent it with her on the balcony. It’s becoming unbearable.”
Another woman frowned and said, “I’ve had enough too. This favoritism didn’t start today or yesterday.”
Anty, reclining nearby, interjected, “It’s shameful. This jealousy over your own child is unnecessary.”
Mama snapped back, “Anty, who do you think you are?”
Anty shrugged. “It’s not about me. Look, we’re all his wives, and you’ve been with him longer than anyone else. Yet you still haven’t learned his ways. You’re letting jealousy get the better of you.”
Mama retorted angrily, “I won’t share the love meant for my daughter with anyone, especially you.”
Anty smirked. “Daughter or not, we all have the same status as his wives. I’m just telling the truth.”
Their heated argument continued, laced with envy and resentment.
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Meanwhile, Nabila sat in her large office, typing on her phone with a cheerful demeanor. A knock on the door interrupted her.
“Come in,” she called.
A woman entered, greeting her politely. “Nabila, right?”
“Yes,” Nabila replied with a nod.
“The Barrister is calling for you,” the woman said.
“Which Barrister?” Nabila asked, standing up.
“The Director. He wants to talk to you. This is a big organization, Nabila. We deal with important people here. You should be focused and dedicated. The Director doesn’t tolerate laziness.”
“Thank you for the advice,” Nabila said with a smile.
The woman left, and Nabila headed to the Director’s office. She entered respectfully, greeting the Director and an older man seated nearby.
The Director frowned as he regarded her. “Nabila, what’s going on with you?”
Surprised, she asked, “What have I done, sir?”
Straightening up, he continued, “Do you even want to be a lawyer, or was this profession forced on you? Since you joined us, you’ve shown no interest. You spend your time on your phone, snacking, or dressing up. You don’t engage with the staff, observe their work, or even try to gain practical experience. I’ve been watching you closely, and it’s disappointing.”
Nabila lowered her gaze, remaining silent as his words sank in.
