Dingishin Kwado Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Rising Doubts
 
He called me, yet my body still felt numb. Maybe he has even forgotten about me. No matter how he dislikes seeing Amrah return home alone, I’ve noticed that ever since he fell in love with that girl, he keeps ordering her to bring herself back without him.
Every day, I remember Abida more than twenty times. It’s because each day I encounter something that confirms her earlier predictions about Sahal. The more time passes, the more our problems grow and become clearer.
 
He stood up and said, “Let me take a bath. I’m completely exhausted.”
He didn’t wait to hear what I had to say. He rushed into his room just to avoid the sharp look I kept giving him.
 
I sat for a long time, lost in heavy thoughts. Even though I had never questioned the money he spent, this time I couldn’t stay silent.
A few days ago, he withdrew more than ₦150,000, and it was the store that made the deduction — clear proof that he went shopping for her. Today again he withdrew almost the same amount within one week, after withdrawing money for our household groceries. And yet again today, he withdrew more. This is aside from the small amounts he regularly gives his family and anyone he feels like helping.
 
Unsettling Observations
 
Quietly, I went to my room, showered, and refreshed myself.
I applied my lotion (the coconut Oriflame one). It’s the same one Aisha Lame picked for me — it works so well on my skin, making it smooth and glowing. I trust the products she sells. She’s gifted in identifying skin types and choosing the perfect products. Just one look at you, and she knows what suits your skin.
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I applied my roll-on and wore my cotton nightdress that I bought from Umm Asalah +201121544627 / +2349162662750. The scent of my perfume filled the room. Then I wore my long gunis hijab and stepped out.
 
I checked on Amrah and found her on her phone. I stretched out my hand, and she handed the phone to me immediately because the rule is that she must give me her phone by 10 p.m. Her school insists that every student must have a phone, but I will never allow her to own one permanently until she finishes secondary school. The dangers for children her age far outweigh any benefits. We parents are trying to protect them from what they should not even know yet, but with phones in their hands, they see and hear everything.
 
I hate seeing her on TikTok watching girls speak without manners, dressed indecently, behaving as if judgment day and the long stay in the grave don’t exist.
 
Then I checked on Farha, lying peacefully on her bed. She was deep asleep, looking so calm. Every time she sleeps or smiles, I see something of Abida in her, even though they don’t look that alike.
 
I turned to Amrah and asked, “Did she say her bedtime prayer?”
Already on her way to the bathroom, she said, “She did, Mahmah. Goodnight.”
I closed their door and headed to his room.
 
He was lying down holding his phone. I sat on my side of the bed. Before I could speak, he switched off his phone and placed it on the bedside drawer.
He turned to look at me. “How are you feeling now?”
“I’m better, Alhamdulillah,” I replied.
 
We stared at each other, but strangely, no strong wave of affection rose in me. Despite my annoyance with him, I didn’t feel hatred — only that my love for him was beginning to fade.
He looked away, avoiding the heaviness in my gaze.
 
He sighed and said, “What’s with this look? Since I came back, you’ve been staring at me like you’re inspecting something. Lately, I don’t even understand how you treat me anymore.”
 
I fixed my eyes on him without saying a word.
 
He continued, “Oh, so Basma came to the house today. Whatever you did, it’s fine. But let me tell you, anything the two of you are planning, I’m also ready.”
 
Confrontation and Truths Revealed
 
I swallowed my irritation and said, “I noticed that earlier.”
I adjusted my sitting position and continued, “When I saw the debit message from H.M.H. Store, I thought you bought me something — maybe items to check on me. I even held back my hunger waiting for you, only to see you casually slapping your thigh.”
 
He was shocked by my words.
“Bilkisu again,” he said. “I’ve been warned that I’d start seeing this from you — and here it is. You’ve fully embraced her advice telling you to stop mixing your money with mine because yours is heavier.”
 
For the first time, his words didn’t make my heart sink. I didn’t even fear that he might have misunderstood me.
I smiled lightly and said, “It’s not because mine is heavier. Maybe she’s just afraid I might fall into this pattern of being exploited and consumed.”
 
He looked at me intently, trying to understand my point. I stared back without fear or worry.
 
“So you’re saying I’m feeding off the fruits of your hardship, Bilki?” he asked.
 
The way he said Bilki told me he was uneasy.
So I answered plainly, “Almost. Because you support people who don’t deserve it with the sweat of my effort. I don’t think you’re intentionally selfish. But you’re human — a man — so it’s not surprising if you do even worse.”
 
He grew angry, stood up, grabbed his wallet, took out my ATM card, and threw it at me.
 
“As long as I breathe, I will never touch what belongs to you again,” he said. “My biggest mistake was believing I could use your money freely because I thought we had become one. Back then, when I had opportunities, I bought you expensive things — not the cheap gifts you call favors.”
 
I shook my head. “Leave that aside. I haven’t decayed to the point where you’ll lavish what’s mine on your girlfriend while disregarding me. You freed yourself from doing anything for me years ago.”
 
He snapped, “Typical woman — full of resentment and forgetting every good thing!”
 
Calmly, I replied, “And the typical man — selfish and oppressive.”
 
Seeing I was getting angry, he softened a little. “If I marry now, I’m being fair. But if I had married fifteen or sixteen years ago, then yes, that would’ve been unfair.”
 
I swallowed and said, “It’s not about unfairness. But from what I know, you don’t have the strength or health to satisfy two wives. You can’t even satisfy one. And financially, you’re not stable enough either.”
 
He immediately became defensive.
“So now you’re monitoring me and digging into my affairs? Let me make it clear — I am seeking marriage, and it will happen soon.”
 
I stared at him intensely, my voice barely above a whisper:
“So now I’m only finding out, Sahal?”