Alaƙar Zuci Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

I stood frozen as a strange sensation swirled in my head. Slowly, he took a step toward me.
"Lubnah!"
Tears trickled down my face as I looked at him, caught in a wave of emotions that only I could truly comprehend.
"Lubnah!" I raised my head to look at him again. "Aren't you going to stop this crying?"
I stared into his eyes. Was this supposed to be comfort, or was it a command? Ya Hafiz's voice suddenly cut through my thoughts.
"My Lulu, please listen to me!"
I wiped away my tears and turned to face him, though my eyes were still swimming. The intense way I locked eyes with him made him lose his words.
"What is it? I said, what is it?! What have I ever done to you that you keep tracking me down like this? What is there left between us besides family ties? Tell me, what of yours am I holding onto that I haven't paid back? Do we share a child together? Hafiz, what did I do to you that you just won't leave me alone?!"
The sheer force in my voice made him step back. This was not his usual Lubabatu; wallahi, it was as if she had been swapped for someone else entirely. Before he could even process his thoughts, I snapped, "If you don't get out of my life..."
Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, pleading, "For the love of God, cover my tracks and protect my dignity. Wallahi, I deeply regret everything!" He went as far as grabbing my feet, begging me to hide his secrets, claiming that I was the only one he needed. Speechless, I wrenched my feet away to leave, but he quickly grabbed me again. Before I could understand how he got thrown across the floor, I noticed Mr. Turaki standing right in front of me, glaring down at him fiercely.
"She said she doesn't want you. How dare you touch her?"
This infuriated Hafiz, who scrambled up to confront Mr. Turaki. Panicking, I quickly screamed, "Wallahi, if you two start another fight like children, I will—" I lost my train of thought. "Are you both trying to kill me?!"
"Didn't you see how he just lunged to hit me?" Hafiz ranted. "Or is it because I don't have money like him that you're letting him beat me up? Am I not your brother? Even if there is no marriage left in this world, I am still your relative! On what grounds should he be beating me up over you? Yes, I deserve to be punished, but for God's sake, if it weren't for you or Adamu, wouldn't you feel hurt if an outsider beat me up? I know I made a massive mistake, but you should still treat me with fairness, especially since I know our parents still want to see us together to this day."
I fell silent, his words echoing deeply within me. Unable to look at Mr. Turaki, especially as Malam Jamil and the others stepped outside, I turned around to head back into the house.
"Lu...!"
I cut him off by holding up my hand. "Please."
His eyes widened. He locked his gaze directly into mine, and despite my attempts to look away, he succeeded in holding my eyes.
"What do you mean by 'Please'?" he demanded, his booming voice and powerful aura completely overwhelming me. "Aren't you going to give me an answer?"
I quickly fled the scene. I couldn't look him in the eye and ask him to stop beating Hafiz, but at the same time, it didn't feel right for him to keep thrashing Hafiz like a donkey when he wasn't a child. I rushed into Yadiko's room, threw myself on the bed, and kept crying. Meanwhile, Hafiz walked straight into Abba's parlor and burst into tears, begging them to have mercy on him. Soon after, I heard Yadiko's voice raining curses on him, insulting his parents and threatening to pour boiling water on him if he didn't leave the house immediately.
He leaned his head back against the car seat, remaining completely silent.
"Are you leaving for Gombe today or tomorrow?" Malam Hamza asked him. Gathering his strength, he opened his eyes and looked at him.
"No, take me to Hawala Hotel," he replied quietly. "I want to see all of her relatives. I want to approach them all together." He said this while biting his lip.
Malam Jamil, who was sitting in the back, nodded. "Why not just use money?"
He exhaled sharply, catching his own reflection in the mirror. "Money will eventually run out and leave me stranded without her. What I need is their trust and affection, not mind games. Right now, she won't feel anything for me, but if I get close to her family, they will help me reach her. He is just one brother; it doesn't mean the rest of her relatives won't accept me, especially if there are those who see the value in it."
"But you know the marriage was dissolved in court? You know the kind of hardship she endured? That guy even completely cleared out their father's shop."
He stroked his sideburns, watching people busy with Sallah preparations outside. "I want a house in Bauchi."
"What do you mean?" Malam Hamza asked.
"Because I want to live here."
"What about your job?"
He simply smiled and kept staring at the road for a while until they arrived at Hawala Hotel. He secured a room, paid for it, and told them they could take the car. The moment he walked into his room, he took off his clothes and lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. Everything seemed to come to a standstill for him. Suddenly, his phone rang. He picked it up and pressed it to his ear, and a voice from the other end asked, "Where are you?"
He closed his eyes, deliberating on what to say before answering, "Bauchi."
"Bauchi?!" the voice exclaimed loudly.
"Hmm, is there something wrong with that?" Such responses usually didn't bother him, but internally, his mind was deeply troubled.
"Okay, it's just that Baffa has been looking for you and couldn't get through."
"So what if he couldn't get through to me?"
"Easy, boy. What's wrong with you?"
"I know that he's hiding the fact that Lubnah is a divorcee from me. I know everything!"
"Look here—!"
"No, Mujitafa, you don't need to defend him. Why does he hide things from me whenever I have an interest in them? Why has he hidden so many things from me? Twice he hid the deaths of my parents from me. Did I ever confront him about it? Because I trusted him, I never questioned why he hid their deaths from me. But as if that wasn't enough, he went ahead and hid the fact that Lubnah was once married! Which of his other grandchildren does he treat this way? Is it because my mother isn't a Fulani woman that he degrades me like this?"