Ni aad Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete 

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Last Night's Discussion

Abba sat in his parlor with his brother, Alhaji Abubakar. "There's no need to inform anyone just yet," Alhaji Abubakar advised. "When the marriage is finalized tomorrow, everyone will find out. You owe no explanations to anyone."

Abba sighed deeply. "Alright, I won’t say anything," he replied.

"But where do you plan to house them?" Alhaji Abubakar asked.

Abba frowned. "Honestly, I don't think I should make her too comfortable. If they lack capital, let them return to their village. They can take up farming and hire workers. I can even fund it if needed. I want her to learn a harsh lesson and realize what life is like outside the luxury she's used to."

Alhaji Abubakar shook his head in disapproval. "No, there's no need for all that. Don’t waste resources. Just provide a place where they can live comfortably."

After Alhaji Abubakar left, Umma entered the parlor, noticing that the food she had brought earlier remained untouched. "Haba, sir, have you not eaten yet?"

Abba replied tiredly, "Just make me black tea."

"No problem," she said, taking the untouched food and leaving the room.

A while later, Farooq entered the parlor. "Abba," he called softly, waking his father, who was dozing off in his chair. Before Abba could respond, his phone rang. The call was about Nihad, and Farooq noticed how the conversation left his father visibly drained. When Abba ended the call, he leaned back in his chair without saying a word.

"Good night, Abba," Farooq said quietly.

"Good night," Abba replied, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

"Abba, I tried calling you earlier, but your phone was unreachable," Farooq added hesitantly.

"I’ve been traveling. Is there a problem?" Abba asked.

"No, I was just concerned," Farooq answered, lowering his voice. "Abba, was the call about Nihad?"

Before Abba could respond, Umma returned with a mug of aromatic black tea. She placed it beside him, and Abba gestured for Farooq to remain silent.

"Abba," Farooq began cautiously, "about the marriage… isn’t it better to reconsider and wait—"

Abba cut him off sharply. "If this is what you came to talk about, just leave. I need to rest, Farooq. I haven’t been home for days."

Farooq tried to plead, "Please, Abba, just hear me out."

"I said I need to rest!" Abba snapped.

Umma intervened, her voice calm but firm. "Farooq, he said he needs to rest. Let it be for now."

Farooq nodded reluctantly and left the parlor. Once he was gone, Umma turned to Abba. "Please, sir, let go of this worry. You’ve been through so much already, and your blood pressure is a concern. Don’t let this stress harm you further."

Abba sighed deeply, shaking his head. "You haven't stopped bringing up Nihad, have you? Every day, the same issue. The video is still trending, tarnishing my reputation. What could be more shameful than this, Sumayyah? A reputable man like me, dragged into this mess by my own family."

"Sir," Umma said gently, "this is God’s decree. We must accept it. Hajiya Sukhaina even advised that we remain silent and pray for the matter to fade away. She said to trust that God will put an end to this."

Abba listened quietly, his mind clouded with worry and regret.