Man Of The World Book 2 Hausa Novel Complete
“Come outside, we’re waiting for you at your doorstep.”
He hung up the phone without waiting for her response. She sat silently, lost in thought, until Ummih’s voice broke through her reverie. Ummih asked softly, “Are you okay, Mama? You’ve been staring at me.”
A faint smile crossed her lips, masking the heaviness in her heart. “Welcome, Ummih. I wasn’t looking at you, just thinking.”
“You know, Mama,” Ummih said gently, “I don’t like to burden you, but remember, every hardship is followed by ease. Patience never goes unrewarded. Whatever you’re facing, know it’s within God’s knowledge and control. Seek His guidance, and you won’t be disappointed. Always hold onto the truth and trust your destiny.”
“God willing, Ummih,” she replied.
Before Ummih could say more, Khadijah interjected, “Ummih, has Abbah said anything about the furniture for Aunty’s room? I noticed he hasn’t mentioned it or done anything about it, even for Jameelah’s wedding. It’s like he doesn’t care. He just goes in and out, avoiding it altogether.”
“You always talk as if you’re so wise,” Ummih scolded. “But sometimes you speak nonsense. What do you even know? If I were to correct your behavior, you’d act like I was the problem. You don’t listen, Khadijah.”
At that moment, Uwar Gwarama’s voice echoed from the hallway. “That’s enough, Malam. Let the girl learn from her mother’s example,” she sneered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “If you don’t have money, hide your pride and watch how I handle things!”
Before long, Jameelah emerged from her room and spotted Intesar in the hallway. “Aunty, I was just about to come to you,” Jameelah said sweetly.
“God forbid,” Intesar replied with a slight frown.
Jameelah ignored her tone and added, “Actually, my WhatsApp stopped working. Can you help me?”
Intesar sighed but handed her phone over. Jameelah’s face lit up with joy. “Finally! Today, I’ll get what I’ve been waiting for. Zaid will be mine forever.”
She smiled mischievously and murmured, “Oh Zaid, Aunty must have helped you in ways I can’t even imagine. This is so exciting!”
Handing the phone back, she smirked. “Thank you, Aunty. Don’t worry, I won’t be bothering you again.”
As Jameelah walked away, she felt a strange fondness for her sister, despite her antics.
Outside, Zaid stood near his car, looking uneasy. His friend Muhseen approached, dressed casually. They exchanged tight hugs, but Zaid was visibly anxious. He got into his car and said, “She won’t come with us. She’s like her mother—full of pride and stubbornness. If she humiliates me, what should I do?”
Muhseen smirked. “Relax, Zaid. You’ve done enough. Let’s go.”
But Zaid snapped, “I’m not letting this go, Malam. I’ll make sure she listens.”
Muhseen, uninterested in further argument, locked the car and walked away. Zaid watched him leave, frustration brewing. Deep down, he wondered why Intesar hadn’t spoken to him in days. Even if there was something to say, she would’ve been honest, right? Last night, she’d seemed distant, like there was a wall between them.
As he mulled over these thoughts, Intesar appeared, calm and composed. She greeted Muhseen politely, “Good day, Yah Muhseen.”
Muhseen chuckled. “The bride isn’t to blame for the housekeeper’s son’s troubles. Stay safe, okay?”
Intesar gave a small, polite smile. “Hmm, if you say so, Yah Muhseen. But I’m no banker.” She walked away gracefully, leaving them to their speculation.
