Karfe A Wuta Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
He growled like a furious lion, his rage barely contained. They struggled to pin him down, holding him with all their strength as he thrashed violently, trying to break free.
One of the men restraining him bore the brunt of his fury, taking a sharp blow. His lip was split and bloodied, and a deep scar ran down the side of his face. Still, he stayed calm, gently patting the man's back in a soothing manner.
"Take it easy, man," he said softly. "We understand you're upset and in pain, but this isn't the way. Be patient. We're with you, one hundred percent. It's tough, but we’ll get through it." His voice was steady and reassuring, and little by little, the man's body began to relax. The growling subsided, his eyes closed as if succumbing to sleep. Once they were certain he had calmed down, they helped him to his feet.
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The Major stood before the mirror, straightening up with a vigor that belied his age. His wife busied herself helping him prepare for the day. Without looking at her, he asked, “Has Arfa gone to work?”
She frowned. “She left on her own terms.”
He nodded, his expression hard. “So the punishment I gave her yesterday has stopped her from greeting me today? I'll deal with her when she gets back.”
"For heaven's sake, Major," she said with frustration. “Let this girl be. She’s not the only child in this house, you know. You give her all your attention while ignoring the others!”
The sharp look he shot her silenced her instantly. She bowed her head and said no more. Moments later, he grabbed his car keys and left.
Frustrated, she paced back and forth in the main hall of the house before stepping outside. Her friend, who had just arrived, noticed her demeanor. “What's wrong? Trouble with the Major?”
Although she wasn’t one to share her private issues, the wife couldn’t help but vent. “It’s always about that girl, Arfa! He treats her like she’s the only person in this house. Yesterday was supposed to be my day with him, but he spent it on the balcony, keeping watch over her. I’m at my wit’s end.”
One of her friends shook her head. “This is nothing new. It didn’t start yesterday, and it won’t end today.”
The third woman, Anty, raised an eyebrow. “But honestly, it’s shameful. Is it jealousy or just sadness about your daughter’s situation?”
The Major’s wife, who everyone called Mama, glared at her. “What’s that supposed to mean, Anty?”
"Nothing personal," Anty said. “I’m just saying, if he gives her more attention, maybe it’s because she needs it. He still gives each of his children their due. You’ve been with him the longest; you should know how he operates by now.”
Mama bristled. “I won’t share my husband’s love with anyone, especially not you. Let’s not forget who came first here.”
Anty smirked. "Daughter or not, we’re all his wives, and the truth remains the same." Their bickering continued, fueled by jealousy and frustration.
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Meanwhile, Nabila, often called Arfat, sat alone in her spacious office. She was busy on her phone, smiling to herself as if nothing could bother her. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in," she called.
A woman entered, greeting her politely. “Are you Nabila?”
"Yes, that’s me," she replied.
"The Barrister wants to see you," the woman said.
"Which Barrister?" Nabila asked, surprised.
"The Director," the woman clarified. “He wants a word with you. This is a big organization, and we work with many important people. You’ll need to prove yourself. The Director doesn’t tolerate laziness or lack of effort.”
Nabila smiled. “Thank you for the heads-up. I’ll go see him now.”
She made her way to the Director’s office, where she found him seated, an older man beside him. Nabila greeted them respectfully and waited.
The Director’s gaze was sharp as he looked her over. “Nabila, what’s going on with you?”
"With me?" she asked, genuinely puzzled. “Sir, have I done something wrong?”
He leaned back in his chair. “Are you sure you even want to be a lawyer? Was this your choice, or did someone else decide for you? Since you started working here, you’ve done nothing but sit in your office, playing with your phone, snacking, and dressing up. You haven’t joined the team to learn how we operate, nor have you gained any practical experience. You’ve avoided court proceedings, and frankly, your communication skills are lacking. What exactly are you here for?”
Nabila remained silent, her head bowed as his words sank in.
