Idan An Ciza Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Arrival at the Dabo Residence
The tricycle rider who carried Mimi did not drop her anywhere else except at the gate of the late Sulaiman Dabo’s house, guided by the directions she gave him. She got down, took his fare from the bag in her hand, and paid him. He received it with gratitude when he saw she even gave him a thousand naira. She didn’t wait to collect any change before walking straight to the gate and knocking.
The security guard, who had been sitting nearby, heard the knocking and got up to open, asking who it was. In a choked voice, Mimi answered that it was Binta. He quickly opened the small gate; the faint light outside allowed him to see her face, flushed and swollen from crying, her eyes red and tired.
“Binta? Is that you at this hour of the night?”
He spoke in surprise. Even after looking around, he saw no car and no one with her. The state she was in made her ignore him and hurry past toward the door leading to Hajiya’s sitting room. He watched her, already sensing from her condition that something was wrong. A fearful thought crossed his mind—perhaps something had happened to Hajiya? He muttered aloud, “God willing, it is nothing serious.”
A House Stirred by Night Knocks
The sitting room door was closed, and she had to knock. Baaba Uwani was in the living room but, exhausted from her chores and being a heavy sleeper, she didn’t hear at first. Mimi kept knocking until she paused to look for her phone to call Hajiya. Just then, she heard movement inside. Hajiya, who hadn’t slept, had heard the knocking from her room. She came out and called Baaba Uwani’s name until she woke up, telling her to go and open the door because she thought someone was knocking.
“Knocking? At this hour?” Baaba Uwani asked, glancing at the clock—it was exactly 11:04 p.m.
Hajiya insisted she had heard it. They both moved toward the living room just as Mimi knocked again. Their hearts sank.
“Could it be Hamza? God, let it be nothing bad. Hurry and open the door, Uwani,” Hajiya urged.
Baaba Uwani, slightly trembling, approached and called out, “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Baaba Uwani!”
“Who?”
“It’s Bintu, Baaba Uwani…” Mimi said, trying to hold back her tears.
Hajiya, standing behind, recognized her voice. Baaba Uwani also realized it and opened the door just as Hajiya came forward, saying, “Bintu? At this hour?” Her words stopped when Mimi stepped inside. Despite all her effort not to cry, the moment she saw Hajiya, she broke down, rushing into her arms and sobbing loudly—the kind of cry born from deep heartbreak, from loving someone sincerely only to realize that person did not feel the same.
A Mother’s Concern
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un! Hajiya, what’s wrong?” Baaba Uwani exclaimed, clapping her hands in alarm.
Hajiya had already begun praying quietly in her heart. Mimi clung to her, crying uncontrollably. Her bag and scarf fell, revealing her nightwear. Baaba Uwani quickly picked them up, murmuring prayers.
Hajiya held Mimi gently and asked, “Binta, is everything okay? Did something happen to your husband?”
Mimi shook her head.
“Did something happen to Meri?”
Again she shook her head.
Hajiya’s worry deepened. “Then what happened that made you come alone at this hour, crying like this? Did something happen between you and your husband?”
At that, Mimi cried even harder and pulled away, heading toward her room, still sobbing as if someone had died. Hajiya and Baaba Uwani watched her go.
“Hajiya, what is happening?” Baaba Uwani asked.
“I don’t know, Uwani,” Hajiya replied after a sigh. “Let’s give her time to calm down until morning. If she refuses to talk, I’ll call Meri to find out what happened.”
Baaba Uwani nodded quietly. “May God grant us good.”
“Amin,” Hajiya replied, though she felt strongly that something serious had occurred.
She took Mimi’s things from Baaba Uwani and went after her. In her room, Mimi lay curled up on the bed, crying intensely. Hajiya closed the door, placed Mimi’s scarf and bag on a chair, and sat at the edge of the bed, watching her. Mimi cried as if she didn’t even realize Hajiya was there.
“Fatima…” Hajiya called softly.
Mimi didn’t respond.
Hajiya stood and went to the mirror where her phone lay. “Since you won’t talk and I don’t know what’s happening, I’ll call Meri. Maybe she can tell me what made you leave your husband’s house and come here crying like this.”
Before she knew it, Mimi had gotten off the bed and stood in front of her, snatching the phone from her hand. Hajiya looked at her in surprise. Mimi held both of Hajiya’s hands tightly in hers, trying to suppress what was inside her heart, but her tears continued to fall.