Kanwar Maza 3&4 Complete Hausa Novel

Why don’t you take your mother’s words seriously?

“Why don’t you take your mother’s advice seriously, yet you commit this treachery behind her back? Or is it nothing—maybe she sympathizes with me and understands how I feel about Sabir?” She locked eyes with him, which caused their foreheads to meet. With courage and determination, she struck Adam’s car and said:

“If, after Aunt Aisha’s death, there’s an order to harm Sabir, I’ll take any risk God gives me to save him. Do you think that after our escape, someone would join me in hurting the child whose father I promised to protect? What kind of heart do you have?”

The staff nearby approached them, but Adam stopped them, because Rumaisa had just said something of extreme importance.

“You know from the beginning what binds me to you, and I will not take back what I said. I will never withdraw. Sabir—if you see fit, take him to the ends of the earth. Do whatever you think is right. I have never despised anyone in this world like I despise you. Even the bandits I once stayed with respected me. But because of your words against me, trying to harm the child, I thank God that from today, I will not come to your house again. As long as I am alive, my mother bore me, and Usman is my brother, I will never return to that house.”

She concluded her defiant speech with a flourish, crying as she turned toward the gate.

Adam’s body went cold; indeed, her words had a harsh impact.

She quickly left, crying, walking along the road. Even if she were stopped, she would not get into his car—some fire of hatred continued to burn in her heart. Anyone who tried to separate her from Sabir was her greatest enemy.

Mummy’s Reflection

Meanwhile, Mummy entered, thoughtful, occasionally smiling. She looked at him and said, “Don’t tell me that smile means you enjoyed this visit?”

He smiled again and said, “I met a girl today, and I went to see her. I’ve just seen her, and her composure and character are remarkable.”

Mummy looked at him calmly and asked, “Are you falling in love?”

He said, “Love? She’s just a little girl, but what she said amazed me. She was the one who returned that infant everyone is talking about. Aunt Aisha refused, saying if she came, she should never be allowed inside. The girl has incredible courage. Her words are far beyond her age. There’s defiance in them, but also wisdom. Nothing surprised me more than how confidently she accused me, thinking I was that man.”

Confused, Mummy asked, “You mean the one who brought Aisha’s baby to this house? You said she’s a little girl?”

“Yes, you in the house would know better than me. I knew nothing of the matter, only that the girl, though small, caused a huge stir. I don’t think she’s older than three.”

“What! You mean a three-year-old brought the baby that’s supposed to be Adam’s? But how could a three-year-old take an infant from the hands of armed men?”

Mahmud shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“But wait, the girl is still here. I need to see her.”

“Mummy, what will you do if you see her? There’s no need. Please stop interfering and following their matters until you know what they’re about. That’s why they disrespect you. Let them deal with their own problem,” he said, rising.

Mummy followed with her eyes but could not say a word. She was amazed and shook her head in disbelief that a mere thirteen-year-old could rescue an infant.

Rumaisa’s Struggle

Rumaisa kept walking, crying, feeling the sting of harsh words deeply. Near the street, someone grabbed her hand. Angry, she lifted her head, but a force began to pull her. She struggled, yelling, “What have I done to you?”

She would never forget Sidi’s face—the one who had seized her before. He didn’t listen. He opened the back of the vehicle, threw her inside, and closed it. Adam rolled down his window to nod to Sidi, then closed it and drove.

“Stop, let me get out! I don’t want you taking me home!” she shouted.

He ignored her and continued driving.

“I said let me out! Why are you doing this to me? Let me out!”

Seeing he had no intention of letting her out, she tried to open the car door, but it was locked.

Adam inwardly admired Rumaisa’s boldness and stubbornness; if the door had been open, she would have jumped out. Unable to open it, she sat crying, muttering.

He stopped only at their house. She wondered how he knew where they lived. Even after parking, he didn’t exit the car or open the door. Rumaisa tried to unlock it but it remained locked.

“Open it so I can get out!” she struck him out of frustration.

He pressed his phone briefly, then opened the car and stepped out—but locked Rumaisa inside. She pounded and screamed, but he ignored her.

Aliyu came out of the house. Seeing Adam, he smiled broadly, and they greeted each other. Rumaisa couldn’t hear what they said. After a while, Adam opened the door for her to get out.

Aliyu gave her a stern look and said, “Go on, get in.” She complied, knowing she had to fulfill her obligation today.

A shiver ran through her when she saw Baba at Mummy’s door, adjusting the sleeve of his shirt. She began walking slowly, like a snail, dreading what would come next.