Dan Iskan Miji Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

He was driving crazily as if he couldn’t see ahead because of how fast he was going. He was speeding, slamming the accelerator against the gate of a small compound; the gate stopped him and he began to sound the horn without stopping. A security guard sprang up, furious; he opened the compound gate and, running, hit the car’s bumper.
 
He parked the car at an angle and left the engine running. The security shouted loudly; the car made such a noise that the neighbors came out running. In the parlor were Nafeesat and her sister Maryam. They stood staring as he came in, shouting. Nafeesat yelled out, “Who is this?” Maryam looked him over and said, “He’s handsome — I saw him.” She walked up to him and looked him in the face, crying out, “By God, it’s him!”
 
She went closer as if to see better. “Is that your husband?” Arfan shouted loudly. “What business do you have coming into the parlor like this, woman…? You say you belong to my house — you… you asked me what’s going on?” Everyone in the parlor was frightened, but Maryam knew for sure it was the smell of alcohol; she was afraid to say anything. “Aunty, catch him, let’s take him to a room — I think he’s unwell.”
 
Maryam exclaimed, “This disturbs me — please go and kill him,” and she hurriedly went out toward the gate. She found the two neighbors at the gate already peeking out and scolding. The security guard would not let them in. “You should be ashamed — your husband!” one of them said. “We are tired of carrying this burden. For two weeks we took a break after he married you, but now things are back this way and it bothers us. He sits in his car all day and we cannot tolerate it in front of our families. There’s always security in the car, but when he comes, you cannot silence him. By God, we are fed up with this mischief. You yourself desired to marry a worthless man — is this what you wanted?”
 
Maryam wept quietly, feeling sorry for her sister. “Have patience,” they told her. “Look how he behaves when drunk — you cry only after you see the women who are part of this house, then you start to cry. Go and tell him off.” Even though they wanted to mock him, they said nothing more, and then they left.
 
Maryam kept crying at the commotion in her sister’s house. Their marriage lasted only two weeks; today was the third day because her sister had gone to work at night for two nights. She came back and found this trouble. She was told to calm down, go back inside, and pray for him. They assumed she was the lady of the house and urged her to continue praying for him.
 
She turned back to the parlor and saw him tug at his belt. He slapped Nafeesat; she stood up, getting ready to retaliate, but then he began to vomit and wretch badly — the smell was terrible and everyone had to hold their noses.
 
“Damn you, you devil,” she said. “If you do this again and marry another, I’ll do what I must.” She left, thinking to test the woman, saying, “You devil of the world — if you do this again, I will not accept it in my home.”
 
He laughed and then spoke about us: “She is like a kept woman. I paid her well — her salary at our workplace is more than mine. We will rest well; by God, you won’t be able to marry her. If you insist, by God, I will tell you that I paid five thousand naira — you know how to handle marriage, not like theft. I will say I have given her to you as a wife; she hasn’t been married in a long time; she is young.” Wi
th that he left.