Karfe A Wuta 1 Hausa Novel Complete
They were at least three strong men holding him down, but he fought back fiercely, letting out a roar like a wild lion.
It took all their strength to bring him to the ground and restrain him as he struggled to break free, his body writhing with anger and desperation.
One of the men, whose features stood out—a blackened scar ran across his face, and his lips were dark—gently patted the man’s back in an attempt to calm him. “Easy, man. Easy. We know you’re hurting, but this isn’t the solution. Be patient. We’re with you, one hundred percent. It’s hard, I know.” His voice was steady, reassuring, as he continued to speak calmly.
Gradually, the man’s body relaxed. The roaring subsided, and his eyes fluttered closed, as though he were falling into a restless sleep. Seeing this, they carefully lifted him up.
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The Major stood before the mirror, his back straight and his stance youthful despite his age. His wife busied herself helping him get dressed. Without glancing at her, he asked, “Did Arfa go to work?”
She frowned. “She left on her own, at her own risk.”
The Major gave a small nod. “The punishment I gave her yesterday must have stopped her from coming to greet me today. I’ll deal with her when she returns.”
“For God’s sake, Major! Let this girl be. You act like she’s the only child in this house. What about the others? Don’t you care about them?”
The sharp look he gave her silenced her immediately. She dropped her head, swallowed her words, and said no more. The Major grabbed his car keys and left.
Frustrated, she went downstairs and out into the main hall, pacing back and forth, clearly agitated.
“What’s wrong? Is it Meyafaru again?” a friend asked. Though she wasn’t one to confide much, Kurum found herself venting out of sheer frustration.
“It’s the Major. He’s completely fixated on that girl as if she’s the only one here. Yesterday was supposed to be my day, but he spent the evening on his balcony, watching over her. It’s getting to me.”
One of her friends scoffed. “I’m tired of this. It’s been going on for ages, nothing new.”
Anty, the third woman in the group, chimed in, lying across a chair as though they weren’t worth her energy. “Honestly, it just sounds like jealousy or bitterness about your daughter.”
The Major’s wife, Mama, bristled. “Asiya, what are you saying? About me?”
Anty shrugged. “Why not? You’re upset because he gives her attention. Each child in this house gets attention according to their needs. Just because you’re jealous, it’s become a disaster. And mind you, you’ve been with him longer than any of us. You should know him better by now.”
Mama shot back angrily, “I won’t share the love he has for my daughter. You don’t deserve it.”
Anty remained unfazed. “Even if she’s your daughter, remember, we’re all in the same position here—wives of the Major. I’m just telling you the truth.”
Their bickering continued, petty jealousies and rivalries surfacing between them.
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Meanwhile, Nabila, sometimes called Arfat, sat alone in a large office, focused and typing away on her phone. She appeared cheerful, as though nothing in the world troubled her.
A knock on the door broke her concentration. “Come in,” she called.
A woman entered, greeted her politely, and said, “Nabila, right?”
Nabila nodded. “Yes, that’s me.”
“The Barrister is calling you.”
“Which Barrister?” Nabila asked, puzzled.
“The Director,” the woman clarified. “Look, this is a big organization. We deal with important people here, so you need to stay sharp. The Director doesn’t tolerate laziness or carelessness. You don’t want to get yourself into trouble.”
Nabila smiled. “I understand. Thank you for the advice.”
The woman nodded and left, while Nabila stood, adjusted herself, and walked toward the Director’s office.
Inside, she found the Director seated alongside an older man. She greeted them respectfully, then turned to the Director and said, “Sir, you asked for me?”
The Director frowned, fixing a hard gaze on her. “Nabila, what is actually wrong with you?”
Surprised, she replied, “Me? What did I do, sir?”
