Abdul Jalal Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

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Confrontations and Hidden Schemes
 
Jeje stood with his mouth open, staring at Hannah, unable to find the right words. Hannah, in turn, looked at Jeje and pointed at her car key.
 
“This is the last thing I will ever say to you. I and you are finished. Whatever happens, I will own Jalal—as long as my name remains Hannah.”
 
With that, she picked up her handbag and walked away. Jeje slammed the table angrily, kicked it hard, and muttered in frustration, “Why? How did things get ruined like this? There’s a serious problem if Hannah truly means what she said.” He grabbed his car keys and left the place as well.
 
After finishing his meal, Jalal stood up to relax. Calls kept coming in, but he ignored them. He picked up his phone and logged into Instagram, where he was met with photos from his birthday. What surprised him most was that there were more pictures of him with Jalila than any others—those were the ones most widely shared. He switched to WhatsApp statuses and saw the same images circulating everywhere.
 
He stared silently at one particular photo of the two of them: Jalila slightly pouting her lips while looking at him, and he was laughing. He clicked his tongue in irritation. “Just look at her—such boldness,” he thought. What amazed him was how she treated him without any fear at all, unlike everyone else who was usually intimidated by him. She didn’t act like the little girl they used to play with back in the day. After a while, he turned off his phone.
 
Just then, a call from Jeje came in. He almost ignored it, but answered just before it disconnected.
 
“Hey man, where are you?”
“What do you want from me?”
“I’m around, waiting for you.”
“Where exactly?”
“Right in front of your house.”
“Okay, I’m coming.”
 
Jalal checked and saw that Jawwad was in the bathroom, so he went out alone. At the gate, he saw Jeje’s car. He approached and stood silently. Jeje stepped out with his usual mischievous grin and booming voice.
 
“Man of the day! Our celebrity, how far?”
 
“Nothing much. Let’s go inside,” Jalal replied briefly. He led Jeje to his section of the house. Jeje sat down while Jalal went to the fridge, brought water, soft drinks, and added alcohol, placing them in front of him.
 
Jeje glanced at him and said, “J-man, how was yesterday? You left without telling me.”
 
Jalal paused, thinking, then replied, “Honestly, I can’t recall much. Hannah called me yesterday. I don’t know what happened afterward or how I got home. Even Jawwad said he wasn’t the one who brought me back. I think something was added to my drink.”
 
Jeje widened his eyes slightly but quickly masked his reaction. He changed the subject, saying, “Anyway, J-man, there’s this cute girl whose pictures with you are all over social media. That baby is really something. I like her—I want to involve her in my dealings. She’d bring life to it.”
 
“Which girl?” Jalal asked coldly.
 
Jeje brought out his phone and showed him Jalila’s picture. “Honestly, Jalal, everything about this girl is attractive. I’d love her to join me. She’s stunning.”
 
Jalal’s face darkened instantly. Furious, he snapped, “Are you out of your senses? You’re the type whose body starts shaking at the sight of any woman. Let me warn you—by Allah, if anything happens to her, I’ll deal with you. Do you even know who she is? She’s Jawwad’s sister, the girl he loves dearly. Don’t ever speak about her again, whether good or bad. She’s not one of those women you can corrupt. Now leave—immediately.”
 
Jeje stared at him, then calmed himself. “It’s okay, J-man. I didn’t know she was your sister’s sibling. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
 
“For now, just go. I’m angry,” Jalal said firmly. Without argument, Jeje stood up and left.
 
Truths, Jealousy, and Unspoken Feelings
 
When Jawwad came out and didn’t see Jalal, he stepped outside and found Jalila arranging flowers. Realizing she loved flowers, he gently approached and sat beside her. She looked up, smiled, and said, “May Allah protect you, my dear brother.”
 
“Ameen, my baby,” Jawwad replied with a smile. “Why do you love flowers so much?”
 
“I don’t even know. I just love them. The ones at our house in Kaduna must be missing me. When I’m not around, Ummi takes care of them.”
 
She fell silent, her eyes filling with tears. Jawwad sighed deeply. “I’m sorry. I understand. Don’t worry—keep praying. We’re still searching.” She nodded, smiled faintly, and he added, “That’s my brother’s baby.” He brought out a chocolate from his pocket and handed it to her. She accepted it with a smile, trying to hold back her tears.
 
“Thank you, Ustaz,” she said.
“And since when am I Ustaz?”
“Since now,” she replied, and they both laughed.
 
Jawwad then asked, “So what really happened yesterday? Jalal was asking how he got home.”
 
Jalila sighed and explained that Hannah had taken Jalal somewhere, given him something, and he lost his senses. She didn’t trust Hannah, so she distracted the guard Hannah had arranged and had Manu take Jalal home instead.
 
Jawwad fell silent, then said, “Thank you, my dear. You truly saved him. Maybe they were planning something bad. I don’t understand why Jalal can’t see that they don’t truly care about him. But tell me—how do you know Hannah?”
 
“I don’t know her personally. I just heard her name there. No need to thank me, Brother Jawwad. But there’s something that surprised me.”
 
She mentioned seeing the same man who had insulted Jalal earlier at that place, and that he was also talking with Jeje, making her suspect he was involved in drinking as well. Jawwad dismissed it, saying it was probably just a resemblance, as the man she described was known to be strict.
 
As the call to Maghrib prayer approached, Jalila excused herself to pray. Jawwad teased her to later make her delicious tea, and she laughed, calling him greedy, before heading inside. Jawwad then went to the mosque.
 
Meanwhile, Jeje, after leaving, muttered to himself that Jalal’s reaction showed Jalila held a very important place among them. Remembering Hannah’s words and Jalila’s earlier warning, he laughed darkly. “I’ll go after the girls and see who wins. I’ll kill two birds with one stone.”
 
After Isha prayer, Jawwad and Jalal prayed together and sat chatting. Jalal said he was sleepy and wanted to go home, but Jawwad insisted he stay for tea. Jalal agreed and mentioned again how strange it was that whatever was added to his drink affected him for so long.
 
Jawwad sighed and told him that Jalila was the one who arranged for him to be brought home. Jalal barely reacted, acting indifferent. Just then, Jawwad’s phone rang—it was Hanan. As Jawwad spoke to her, she complained about not being invited to Jalal’s birthday and mentioned the pictures she saw online, especially those of Jalal and Jalila, calling them “the best couple of the year.”
 
Both Jawwad and Jalal felt uneasy hearing this. Hanan promised to send the pictures, saying she wanted similar ones on her own birthday. Jawwad ended the call, holding his head in frustration, muttering that Hanan was more troublesome than Jalila. Jalal laughed it off, suggesting Hanan was better than “that troublesome girl.”
 
Jawwad looked at the photos Hanan sent—most of them showed Jalila with Jalal. Something heavy settled in his heart. He quickly closed his data and turned off his phone, remaining silent. Jalal, on the other hand, pretended not to care, even though he knew Jawwad was jealous and hurt.
 
Not long after, baby Jalila arrived…