Ma'radams Book 3 Hausa Novel Complete
"Why didn’t you tell me the girl of my dreams was already mine?" he asked, his voice calm but tinged with bitterness. “You could have said something, but now she belongs to someone else.”
Ammar sighed, his tone sharp. “I told you to meet her before it was too late, but your arrogance and stubbornness blinded you. You let her slip away, and now she’s out of your reach.”
He clenched his fists, his voice trembling. "I believed when you said you loved Maryama that she would accept you wholeheartedly. But now, Maryama is gone, and with her, your strength. Everyone will turn against you. Who is she now, huh? Just a memory?" His words hit deep, his thoughts spiraling.
Ammar continued, his voice heavy with frustration. “I tried my best. I urged you to act, but you ignored me. Now you sit here mourning a loss you caused. You might as well have asked me to kill you before this day came because that’s how you feel now, right?”
The man’s voice cracked, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Why, Ammar? Why didn’t you stop me? Why didn’t you kill me before I reached this point?”
Ammar looked at him, his expression filled with pity and resignation. "You’re a fool," he said softly. “I never forced you to do anything. Every choice you made was your own.”
The man shook his head, his voice breaking with raw emotion. “I’ll try to be patient, but it’s hard. I’m angry, Ammar. You said I’d be patient because she’s my life, my success. But now, without her, my world feels meaningless.”
"You’re lying to yourself," Ammar countered. “Your heart beats for her, yet you gave her up. You lost her because she’s someone else’s wife now. And instead of moving on, you’re torturing yourself over something you can never have.”
The man’s voice rose in desperation. “What do you expect me to do? Die? Is that what you mean?”
Ammar remained silent for a moment, studying him carefully. Then, in a measured tone, he asked, “Do you love her, or do you love the idea of her? She’s someone else’s wife. Be patient. Learn to let go.”
"I love her more than anything," the man admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t interfere with her marriage. I wouldn’t want anyone to violate mine, and I won’t stoop to that level. Yet, this love is consuming me. It’s ruining me.”
Ammar shook his head, his voice laced with frustration. “If you keep clinging to this, it will destroy you. People will see you as a fool, obsessed with something you can’t have. You’ll lose respect, your sanity, and even yourself. So, what now?”
"I just wanted a chance to show I’m the better man," he said bitterly. “To take her back and prove I’m the one she should be with.”
Salim, who had been silent, finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Are you listening to yourself? She’s married. You want to destroy her marriage to ease your own pain? That’s not love—that’s selfishness.”
Ammar snapped, his anger boiling over. “Do you know what I’ve done for her? How much I’ve sacrificed? You think it’s selfish? You have no idea what I’ve been through.”
"Enough, Ammar!" Salim interrupted, his tone sharp. “Stop this madness. If you can’t control your emotions, don’t bring them to me. I won’t support this, and I won’t let you disrespect the sanctity of marriage. If you come to me with this nonsense again, we’ll have serious problems.”
Ammar’s chest heaved with anger, his emotions barely contained. "Why is everything falling apart? Why did she have to marry someone else? Is this some kind of punishment?" he shouted, slamming his fist on the table. Papers scattered everywhere, but he didn’t care.
He lowered his head, his hands trembling as he tried to steady his breathing. The room fell silent except for his ragged breaths. Salim and Ammar exchanged glances but said nothing.
"Both of you, leave my office," he finally muttered, his voice cold and final.
