Billy Pinky Durlin Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Billy’s Insult and Hakeem’s Anger
“You are nothing but a complete villager who does not even know what he is doing!… You! Is that what you are telling me? Yes, I said it. You are a villager. You claim to be civilized, yet you behave like a bush person. Let me tell you, you are truly a villager — in fact, the worst kind of villager — because no sensible, civilized person would ever keep monitoring what someone else is doing! Yet you came all the way here to pressure me over my own personal preference! That is why I have come to hate you in my life!”
The young man felt completely destroyed by her words, because to him, calling him a villager was worse than beating him mercilessly and even insulting his parents and entire family. That would have hurt him less than being called a villager.
His whole body trembled with rage, and his eyes turned red from anger. He said, “You are calling me a villager?… Am I lying? Just look at yourself!” she replied, scanning him from head to toe with open contempt.
To anyone looking at him, Billy Giro was clearly a very polished and handsome young man, someone who looked refined in every way. There was nothing lacking in his appearance, and truly, intelligence and good looks are blessings. But to her, she looked at him with visible hatred in her eyes, seeing nothing in him except a backward village boy.
She said, “Let me tell you one thing, I swear, Bobby — from the top of your head to the soles of your feet, one look is enough for anyone to know you are the worst kind of villager, I’m telling you!”
Before she could finish, he landed a heavy slap on her, and she screamed so loudly that the whole house echoed with it.
Family Intervenes in the Fight
A woman quickly rushed out and said, “What am I seeing, Hakeem? Don’t tell me you slapped your younger sister. Has your quarrel now gotten to the point of beating your own sister?”
He replied, “Aunty, I swear, if she calls me that word again, I will beat her thoroughly.”
“Hakeem, she is your younger sister. Stop following her up like this, she is just a child…”
“Don’t beg him, Aunty! He cannot beat me that badly, and if he can, let him kill me! But I will never stop calling him a villager!”
“I said you are the worst villager! I said it — kill me if you want!”
No sooner had she finished speaking than another slap landed on her face. She screamed and burst into tears, saying, “I swear I will never stop, unless you kill me. I said you are a vill—”
The woman they called Gwaggo quickly covered her mouth, just as another woman arrived. Angry, she said, “Hakeem, didn’t I warn you? Why don’t you ever listen? I have told you many times to stay out of my daughter’s affairs!”
Hakeem became even angrier, because he hated being scolded in front of people. He said, “Umma, did you hear what she called me? A common stupid girl like her is calling me such a word?”
“Call yourself stupid first before calling someone else that!”
“Won’t you keep quiet, Billy? You never normally answer him back, so why did you respond to him today?”
“Wallahi, Mama, he annoyed me. Every day he keeps disturbing me about one thing — my color, my color, my color! What business is it of his what my preference is? I like pink, and everyone knows it. And today, just because they changed my car to pink, he refused to let it enter this house and even had it burned!”
“What! The car that was bought just the other day?”
“Yes, Mama,” she said, crying as she spoke.
The Argument Over Pink and Hakeem’s Breakdown
Her mother looked at Hakeem in shock and said, “Hakeem, are you alright?”
He looked at her, then turned his face aside and said, “Mama, can’t you see the madness she is doing? Everything she owns is pink. In fact, the whole town knows it. What kind of obsession and insanity is this? Out of all the colors in the world, is it only pink she likes? Such a useless color…”
“Hakeem, what does that have to do with you? It is her preference.”
“Mama, leave him for now. Let him go and look at himself in the mirror first. If he sees himself properly, then he can come back and continue from where he stopped.”
Filled with hatred, Hakeem glared at her, clicked his tongue, and said, “You are just a useless girl obsessed with one color.” After saying that, he stormed out.
Billy’s face crumpled, and she began to cry because of the insult of being called useless. She threw herself into her mother’s arms, sobbing with childish pain, and lifted her tear-filled eyes to say, “Mama, did you hear what he called me?”
“Sorry, come, let us go inside. As for him and his father, today nobody can separate them.”
As for Hakeem, the moment he entered his room, he took off all his clothes, leaving nothing on his body. He looked at each piece carefully, checking whether there was even the tiniest trace of pink among them, but he found none.
He clicked his tongue and went into the bathroom, splashed water on himself, then came back out and sat in front of the mirror, examining himself carefully. He wanted to see exactly where the pink was on him so he could get rid of it immediately. He studied himself over and over, but still saw nothing pink. Again he clicked his tongue, angry at himself, and said, “Why am I wasting my time? I actually believed what that animal said.”
He was just about to stand up when he froze, staring hard at his face, especially his lips. Slowly, he raised his hand and touched them, and only then did he realize that they were pink.
A wave of self-hatred overwhelmed him. Raising his voice, he shouted, “No!!!”
Then he swept everything off the dressing table mirror. The objects that could break shattered to pieces, while the ones that could not rolled wildly across the tiled floor.