Afnan Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

She was lying down rubbing her stomach, and from the look of it she was deeply worried. Luckily no one saw us before she chased them away. He pushed me aside and went to the edge of the bed, then helped her sit up.
The way she looked at him carried jealousy, desire, and many questions. He knelt in front of her and said, “Fareeda, please forgive this girl. She was frightened by your anger. Forgive her because of the love we share.”
With just one look at her you could tell she was beginning to lose her composure. She quickly turned to me and said, “I forgive you, Humaira. You really didn’t do anything to me.”
My eyes were filled with tears, but a smile escaped my lips.
She turned her gaze back to him. During that time he had not stood up from where he was kneeling; he just kept looking at her and smiling.
“I have repented too, forgive me my bride and my princess.”
I didn’t wait to hear the answer she would give him. I stepped outside while still thanking them and wiping my tears. Everyone was looking at me because we had passed in front of them.
I didn’t see Rabi, so I went to their bedroom to arrange my hair since the time was almost up.
Before I was even halfway done, he came in and stood around me. I looked at him and he glared at me.
“You know what? Today I will report you to Inna. I am tired of your constant quarrels, wallahi.”
I twisted my words playfully and said, “Your quarrels are worse than mine. And before you report me, I will be the first to report you, Insha Allah.”
“Is that what you said? Then let me reach the house before you so we’ll see.”
He left laughing lightly.
On the way we met Amira; she was late and I was in a hurry too. We greeted each other and she left. When I reached the entrance of our alley I saw my uncle’s pickup truck and my heart skipped — so he was serious about reaching before me.
He was sitting in the shade on the western side with five large bags beside him. Inna was sitting on the other side, her eyes red as if she had been crying.
A strange fear gripped my heart, something I had never felt before.
I went to her, touched her knees and said, “Inna, are you alright? What did he do to you? Your eyes are red.”
She burst into tears again and said, “They brought clothes for us — each person a suitcase — and your cosmetics also in a suitcase.”
Fear and anxiety surrounded me as she spoke, and she said we should not be ungrateful for the mercy of Allah because he too is not our servant.
She kept crying, and I too could not hold my tears anymore, especially when Aisha began opening the clothes for me while I watched.
“Please Inna, be patient. Look, you have even made her start crying.”
He stood up and said, “I will leave you now. Inna please be patient, I will come around again.”
He left.
We stayed crying for a long time before we arranged the clothes. Aisha and the others had already started trying on different shoes — five pairs each.
Inna looked at me and said, “Humaira, I wanted to confront that boy about what I suspect, but I couldn’t find the right way. The Hausa say if you cannot catch a thief, the thief will catch you instead.
My silence helped, because from his advice I realized it was simply the bond of blood and the compassion Allah placed in his heart for us.”
“My only fear is that if we wear these clothes among people, won’t they accuse us?”
Before I could respond we heard Baba Alhaji Sheetu greeting us.
Inna responded and quickly came out since she already had her hijab on.
We all came out. He looked at Inna and said:
“What do you mean by withholding Humaira’s salary? Or are you planning to keep it until her wedding day and leave us to buy the furniture while you keep the money?”
He shook his head and said, “You will give us half every month and you can use the other half. That is the justice we will show you. But if you agree to marry her off, then…”
Inna lowered her head and said, “No, brother, I didn’t know that was the arrangement. I already sent it. Let me go and bring it.”
She entered the room without even looking at where we were.
He said, “Quickly bring it, since you want to teach your daughter to love worldly things. That’s why you insisted we leave the girls with you so you could invest with them.”
Inna didn’t say anything. She handed him ₦10,000.
Without shame he took it and tucked it away, then said, “It should be complete — we were told it was ₦20,000.”
I was surprised, wondering where he heard that.
He then handed her a small nylon bag from his pocket containing kola nuts, saying it was the marriage announcement for Mansura — his daughter — which would take place in two weeks.
Inna came back inside and started talking casually about Sumayya’s school.
She didn’t mention anything to me, and I also kept quiet because we had seen something more serious than that.