Ajiya A Duhu Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Fevered Arrival and Parental Tension
 
The day they arrived in Abuja was turbulent. Maanal suffered from a splitting headache, and Ajwaad (AA) became so weak by evening that he had to be placed on a drip—three full bags. Fawzan stayed overnight with him by Abah’s instructions. Oum wanted to bring Maanal to AA’s room that night, but Abah had clearly intended to impose discipline—he’d ordered Maanal to her own quarters.
 
Later, Oum went to Abah’s section to discuss the matter, but he dismissed her gently, feigning sleep. She stormed out, visibly upset.
 
He watched her leave and shook his head, muttering to himself, “Fateema, your love for your children is too much. But I will make Ajwaad learn his lesson in this house.”
 
Fadeel’s Concern
 
Worried, Fadeel visited Oum’s quarters late that night. Maanal still hadn’t returned to her section, even though Ajwaad was improving. When Fadeel entered the room, Oum sat silently, her face clouded with sorrow.
 
“Oum, are you okay?” he asked softly, sitting beside her.
 
She just looked at him. The weight of her emotions made it impossible to smile. Tearful, she finally spoke, “It’s not just the sickness, Fadeel. It’s your father. He says Maanal can’t return to Ajwaad until after Eid—to ‘teach him a lesson’. But isn’t he already suffering enough? Why add to it?”
 
Fadeel was about to suggest calling Abba or other elders when a voice cut them off.
 
Abah’s Intervention
 
Abah entered with controlled fury.
 
“So now, because I made a decision in my own house, you’re going to summon my elders? So much for being the father.”
 
Fadeel tried to explain, but Abah silenced him with a dismissive wave. “Leave. Now.”
 
Fadeel obeyed. Abah turned to Oum.
 
“You’re angry because I did what’s best? You wanted a conference call with elders to override me?” he challenged.
 
Oum’s eyes welled with tears, but she didn’t speak. Abah turned to leave. At the door, she finally broke down.
 
“You’ll be satisfied once you’ve broken him completely, won’t you? After everything Rafeeq did to him, now you want to strip away the only comfort he has—Maanal.”
 
Abah turned slowly. “Rafeeq didn’t harm him. They were both candidates. Rafeeq chose to withdraw out of decency. If I had known what you all were planning, I’d have stopped him.”
 
He walked out, leaving Oum overwhelmed with emotion, torn between loyalty to her husband and compassion for her son.
 
Kamila's Counsel
 
Later that night, in his room, Abah vented to his wife Kamila (Mamy). She greeted him with concern, seeing the tension on his face.
 
“It’s Fateema,” he said. “Still fighting over that girl. Now she has Fadeel suggesting we call elders. Over what? A decision I made?”
 
Kamila remained calm, holding his hand. “She’s just emotional, but you’re right. Ajwaad needs correction. That girl’s parents were graceful enough to let things go, yet he continues to act entitled. He has to grow up.”
 
Abah nodded, visibly calmed. Kamila added, “If it helps, let Maanal stay with me for now. It will cool everyone down.”
 
He smiled faintly. “A brilliant idea. That way, Maanal is close, but Fateema can’t continue interfering. And when Ajwaad returns to his senses, we’ll see.”
 
Kamila concealed her own satisfaction. She had her own plans, and Maanal in her care meant more influence.
 
Cold Standoff and Soft Pleas
 
The next morning came and went—Abah didn’t see Oum once. By evening, he finally went to her section. There she was, sitting quietly with Maanal’s head in her lap.
 
Maanal rose and greeted him politely. He returned her smile, asked about her health, and she assured him she was better. She even brought him water, then quietly left the room.
 
Abah turned to Oum, who hadn’t even looked at him. Frustrated, he took a sip of water, then snapped, “Still upset? Just because I didn’t allow your son to have his way?”
 
Oum finally raised her tearful eyes. “Abah, this isn’t about pride. The boy is ill, mentally and physically. You know he’s withdrawn. How can you separate him from the one person who calms him? Isn’t that enough of a confession of love?”
 
Abah suppressed a chuckle. This was just like her—always dramatic when it came to their children. Without replying, he turned to leave.
 
“Gadanga!” she called behind him. He paused but didn’t respond as she began crying harder.
 
He knew her tactics well—he had to keep his distance or risk folding.
 
AJ's Struggle Continues
 
Leaving Oum’s section, Abah headed directly to Ajwaad’s quarters. The boy hadn’t left his room all day. He was still weak, too tired even for prayer.
 
Despite the father’s harshness, a part of him worried. A part of him cared deeply for Ajwaad and wanted him to become stronger. But to do that, Abah believed, required pressure, not pity.
 
The atmosphere in the house remained tense. Between a mother’s silent sorrow, a father’s rigid authority, and a son’s wounded soul—love, discipline, and healing clashed under the same roof.
 
Everyone believed they were right.
 
But somewhere in the center of it all, Maanal, the quiet girl whose love had healed and broken Ajwaad, sat between loyalties—torn by expectations, yet firm in her heart.