A Lokacin Muke Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She was sitting on the prayer mat where she had just finished praying, holding a white rosary in her hand and slowly counting the beads. However, this was merely a physical motion—deep down in her heart, her mind was overflowing with thoughts, wondering where her son Umar could be at that very moment.

Every now and then, she would raise her head slightly to glance at the wall clock hanging in her room.

When the clock showed that it was just a few minutes before eleven o'clock at night, her anxiety heightened even further, as she dreaded the possibility of him coming home in the condition she suspected he might be in.

She was at a complete loss to understand the kind of lifestyle her son was trying to plunge himself into, coupled with the constant gossip from her co-wives that tormented her every day.

Instead of assisting her in instilling the discipline they felt he lacked, they simply resorted to backbiting and spreading malicious rumors about her son. This situation continually threw Maji into deep distress and worry, despite the fact that, on her part, she made no distinction between her own son and their children, treating them all with genuine love and sincerity from the bottom of her heart.

She raised her eyes once more to look at the wall clock hanging in her room.

Seeing that it was now just a few minutes before midnight caused her panic to escalate even more.

Before she could finish her thought, she heard her bedroom door pushed open with force. Having grown accustomed to this, she knew no one else would act that way except the head of the household.

Without greeting her, he blurted out angrily, "Where did your son go?"

Maji remained silent, long accustomed to hearing the phrase "your son" from her husband's mouth.

"I am asking you!" he repeated forcefully from where he stood at the doorway, holding the room's curtain.

Slowly, Maji raised her head to look at him and said in a soft, faint voice, "I don't know where he went. I've also been sitting here waiting for him to return so he can eat."

He threw a harsh look at her from where he stood and said, "Well, I already know it's with your approval that he lives this terrible life, because you are the one encouraging him, causing him to ruin himself even further. Everybody knows this!"

"Hmm," was all she said, before adding, "May God make things better, Malam. But how could I possibly support Sadauki in doing what he is doing, knowing full well that he isn't learning anything good for his life?"

"That's for you to figure out, because you are the one facing the loss—after all, he isn't my only child!"

Saying this, he slammed her bedroom door shut with force and left the room in a fit of rage.