Mulki Ko Sarauta Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Abba’s Anger and Afiya’s Departure
When Abba arrived home and saw what had happened, he was deeply shaken after hearing that Afiya had long left the country. His anger rose to the point where he almost threw Suzana out of the house. The way he shouted terrified the household workers, and it was clear that had he found Afiya that day, only Allah knew what he might have done to her.
He immediately informed the King, but Afiya’s message was clear: she had forgiven them all, yet she would never return to them. Just then, Aiman’s call came in.
Since hearing that Afiya had left Portugal, Aiman’s mind had been restless. Where is she going? What does she mean by leaving? he thought. Strangely, the fatigue in his body lifted. Within a short time, he bathed and prepared to go to the hospital where Fadila was admitted. But still, there was no improvement—she was in a very critical condition.
“Oh Allah, spare Fadila’s life, grant her health, and heal every Muslim who is sick,” Aiman prayed, gazing at her fragile form. Her appearance had changed so much, he barely recognized her. He turned to her mother and said, “Tomorrow I will come and see the doctors.”
“May Allah preserve us to see tomorrow,” she replied.
“Amin,” Aiman whispered, before leaving the hospital. When he returned to his lodging, to his surprise, he found Ilham there. He ignored her and dialed Afiya’s number. Just like before, it didn’t go through. He then called Abba to ask about Afiya, only to be told she was truly no longer in the country.
He threw the phone aside in frustration. Why is Afiya running from me now—why?
Ilham looked at him for a while before speaking.
“Why do you keep mentioning her name in my presence? Am I not your wife too? Shouldn’t you understand that?”
Aiman’s piercing gaze studied her as though trying to read her mind like a psychiatrist. He opened his mouth slightly, almost speaking, but stopped.
She stepped closer.
“But why are you doing this to me, Prince? I swear I love you. Every beat of my heart carries your love. For two years I have had rights over you, yet you give me nothing—no attention, no smile, no laughter. Why do you only give these things to others, not me?”
With difficulty, he responded, “Do you want to add another burden to what I’m already carrying? Today I lost both my wife and my son, and you’re questioning me about mentioning Afiya in front of you? Do you know who Afiya is to me? Do you know her place in my life?”
Ilham shook her head. “Whoever she is, she’s no better than me, Aiman. I’m beautiful too, don’t forget. She brags about money, but I have money as well. What does Afiya have that I lack—in beauty, in wealth, in status?” She began removing her clothes as she spoke.
Now standing in just her underwear, she turned her back to him, then faced him again. “Tell me, what do I lack that makes you reject me and refuse to love me?”
“Remove everything you’re wearing,” he said coldly.
Shame overwhelmed her. She couldn’t imagine standing fully unclothed before him. Still, trembling, she began to obey.
When she hesitated, Aiman’s eyes hardened. “Don’t make me repeat myself. If you test my patience, you will regret it. I will hand you a divorce letter right now.”
Terrified, she broke down into sobs as she undressed until only her bra and panties remained. Kneeling, she clung to his legs, begging for forgiveness, promising not to cross him again.
Her tears softened his heart. He pitied her—yes, she had rights over him, but she demanded love in a way he could never give. Unlike Afiya, who won his heart with patience and humility.
He lifted her into his arms, whispering in her ear:
“Afiya is above you in everything. Accept it or not. Stop being jealous of my wife; she is the true queen of the Prince’s household. Showing me your body won’t change anything. I am a doctor of women, I have seen countless bodies more beautiful than yours. Only Afiya has the power to confuse me like this. I’m sorry, Ilham… this is all I can give you now. I love you, but I don’t love you—I don’t even know. All I know is that Afiya means everything to me.”
With that, he kissed her lightly on the neck and left her standing there.
Two days later in Jordan, Afiya couldn’t find her main phone. She searched everywhere but couldn’t locate it. Worried she might have left it behind in Portugal or on the plane, she picked up her small backup phone and tried calling her number—but no one answered.
At that time, Ilham, still shaken, accidentally stumbled upon Afiya’s missing phone in Aiman’s quarters. On the screen was a picture of Afiya and Sultan together, smiling with a big cake before them.
Ilham froze. “So this is why she hides behind a niqab—she’s beautiful!” she whispered bitterly. For the first time, she felt a burning jealousy toward a woman she had never even met. Fearing that Aiman might see the photo, she quickly hid the phone.
Meanwhile, Afiya called Saifullah. He scolded her harshly for running away without telling him, reminding her that even her father had gone all the way to Portugal searching for her.
Afiya pleaded, “Saif, I’ll return soon, but not through Abba. If he finds me, he might kill me. Please understand.”
Though angry, Saif didn’t reply and hung up. She called again, and after much ringing, he picked up silently.
“I’m so sorry, Saif. Please come to Jordan,” she begged.
He asked, “So you’ve decided never to return?”
“No, I will. I’ll go back to Nigeria soon. I must seek a divorce from Aiman directly, because my heart is no longer safe with him.”
“You really think Aiman will divorce you so easily?”
“Yes, he will. He never loved me. If I demand it, he’ll give it without hesitation.”
“Fine,” Saif replied. “In two days, I’ll come. Take care of Sultan.”
Relieved, Afiya hung up and looked at her son. Sultan lay quietly in her lap. She caressed his head. “My love, don’t be angry with Mami. We’ll go home soon, you’ll go to school, and you’ll meet your friends.”
Sultan smiled and said, “And my new friend too, Mami. You’ll take me to him, right?”
“Who is that, Sultan?” she asked.
“The boy I met in the hospital. He looks like Daddy. Uncle said not to tell you, but he even took our picture because we look alike.”
Afiya smiled faintly. “Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll take you soon.”
Aiman’s phone rang while he was showering. Ilham ignored it at first, but soon he emerged, towel around his waist, and answered.
“Your Highness, Fadila’s condition has worsened—she’s convulsing!”
His heart raced. He dressed quickly and rushed to the hospital, ignoring Ilham’s tearful plea for attention.
When he arrived, doctors were surrounding Fadila, desperately trying to stabilize her. Aiman’s body weakened at the sight. She’s dying, he thought, holding her trembling hand and checking her pulse.
With great effort, Fadila opened her eyes and whispered, “Aiman… where is Bilal? Please, let me see him once more. I feel death coming.”
Aiman turned his face away, unable to answer. For the first time since Bilal’s death, tears streamed down his cheeks. How could he tell her that their beloved Bilal was gone forever?
