Idan Kaya Ya Gaji Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

The Sudden Clash
 
I stretched out my hand to collect the nylon bag Khalid was handing me, smiling mischievously — but before I realized it, someone yanked the bag from me and pushed me aside so hard that I fell and grabbed my arm in pain.
 
It was Babangida, who had rushed out of his car like a hungry lion.
 
> “You son of your father, who is this man? Which useless adulterer, enemy of God and His Prophet, is this? So, Sabuwa, you still haven’t stopped following men? All your outings are really to meet men, huh?”
 
 
 
Before I could respond, people began gathering.
 
One man tried to calm him:
 
> “Malam, whatever you’re thinking, it’s not right to raise your voice and push your wife like that in public!”
 
 
 
Before anyone could blink, Babangida grabbed Khalid by the collar and began punching him heavily — real marketplace blows — shaking him so violently that Khalid’s eyes bulged like marbles.
 
I shouted, “Leave him, Babangida, I’m done with you!”
 
He turned and slapped me hard across the face, then again until my lips burst open. As he raised his hand again, Khalid caught it firmly, trembling.
 
> “Don’t you dare hit her again! If you don’t value her, I do. Baby, so this is the useless man you married? A fool who doesn’t know your worth?”
 
 
 
Before Khalid finished, Babangida rammed him to the ground and a fight broke out — wild and chaotic. People rushed to separate them like soldiers at war.
 
After they were pulled apart, Babangida turned to the crowd, panting:
 
> “She’s my wife! This adulterer brought her home — even buying her things! I’ll kill her today, I swear! And him too! If I die doing it, fine — let everyone rest!”
 
 
 
He grabbed me again, choking and beating me until they barely managed to free me. My neck was swollen and bleeding.
 
I ran into Khalid’s car, refusing to come out even as Babangida went berserk outside.
 
> “Drive away, Khalid! He’s coming with a stone — he’ll smash your car!”
 
 
 
Khalid quickly started the car, and as we sped off, Babangida hurled a huge rock that shattered the rear windshield into shards.
 
He chased us in his car while I cried:
 
> “Just take me home, Khalid. My marriage with Babangida is over — forever!”
 
 
 
He said softly, “Baby, you’re bleeding — from your lips and hands. Let’s go to the hospital.”
 
But I refused.
 
> “No, take me home. Can’t you see he’s following us? If you stop, he might do anything to you.”
 
 
 
Khalid sighed.
 
> “Let him come. He’s nothing. If he thinks he’s a madman, I’m his father in madness.”
 
 
 
Tears burned my eyes. My children — how would they feel hearing about this shame? Especially Mardiyya and Aminu?
 
The Breaking Point
 
When we reached home, Khalid stopped the car, but before I could step out, Babangida appeared again, dragged me out and tried to hit me. I snapped.
 
I jumped on him, punching blindly, hitting him anywhere I could — I didn’t even open my eyes.
 
By then, the whole street was full of people. Rakiya and Adama rushed to separate us. Babangida stood shaking, tears in his eyes.
 
They pleaded with him:
 
> “Please forgive her, Babangida. It’s the heat of the moment.”
 
 
 
He gave a bitter smile, his eyes red.
 
> “Forgive her? I caught her red-handed with a man who brought her home! You people raised her without manners! She even beat me and shed my blood — and you’re asking me to forgive her? I swear I’ll kill her!”
 
 
 
He turned to me:
 
> “Sabuwa, I swear you’ll have a child who’ll deny being yours! Everything ends today!”
 
 
 
I spat out blood and replied with anger:
 
> “Then so be it! When the load is too heavy, the rope breaks. I’m done! What’s left in a marriage with a foolish, ignorant man like you?”
 
 
 
Crying bitterly, I ran into the house. All the women — Hamida, Rakiya, Adama — stood shocked, whispering and watching.
 
Gaza, who had come out of his shop, exclaimed:
 
> “Lolo, is it true what I’m hearing? You’re bleeding — what happened?”
 
 
 
> “Babangida beat me and gathered the whole neighborhood! Please, Gaza, avenge me — I won’t let this go!”
 
 
 
Gaza stood up furiously and ran outside shouting,
 
> “To hell with this nonsense — today, something must happen!”
 
 
 
Soon, I heard shouting and commotion. Hauwa ran out crying, “Subhanallah!”
 
Then everything went dark for me. My head spun for hours. When I finally regained consciousness, I heard Maigogul’s voice beside me:
 
> “Sabuwa, thank God you’re awake. Rakiya, take her to bathe. Her husband has left the house.”
 
 
 
I whispered weakly,
 
> “By God, I’ll never return to Babangida’s house — even if heaven and earth collide.”
 
 
 
Gaza interrupted:
 
> “She’s not going anywhere! If care isn’t taken, I’ll finish Babangida myself. What kind of man beats a woman like that? He doesn’t love her — he’s just pretending! From today, I’m her father!”
 
 
 
Maigogul replied,
 
> “But Gaza, you already fought him — he’s bleeding. And remember, Babangida said he caught her with another man.”
 
 
 
Rakiya stepped in:
 
> “Let’s calm down first. The wounds are deep — let’s wait for things to settle.”
 
 
 
But they didn’t know the decision I had already made. If things got worse, they’d all hear what I had planned.
 
Babangida’s Fall
 
Babangida was driving, blood dripping from his shoulder, while Hamida sat beside him reciting prayers.
 
> “Abban Usama, please calm down and thank God that her shame has finally been exposed. Imagine, a married woman chasing men around — maybe she even brought us the infection that has been disturbing this family!”
 
 
 
He closed his eyes, recalling the image of Khalid and Sabuwa in the car. Overwhelmed, he parked by the roadside, breathing heavily.
 
Malama Babba kept calling him, but he didn’t pick up.
 
> “Don’t answer,” he said, biting his lower lip. “Call Mustapha instead and give him the phone.”
 
 
 
Hamida handed him the phone.
 
> “Hello, Mustapha? Please come and take me to the hospital.”
 
 
 
He described his location, and soon Mustapha arrived on a motorcycle. Seeing the blood all over Babangida’s clothes and car, Mustapha panicked and quickly called a police friend who helped rush him into the hospital.
 
By the time they got him inside, he had lost so much blood that he could barely see; his heart burned like fire before he finally fainted.
 
> “What happened? Was it a fight?” asked the nurse.
 
 
 
Hamida narrated everything to Mustapha, who was deeply troubled. He knew how jealous Babangida could be — and this was just the beginning of chaos.
 
> “Give me his phones,” he told Hamida. “Do Malama Babba and Baba Malam know what’s happening?”
 
 
 
She shook her head.
 
> “No, they don’t. Maman Mardiyya dropped her phone when everything happened. It’s better they don’t know yet. We’ve seen enough shame today.”
 
 
 
Mustapha nodded, just as Malama Babba’s call came in again. He answered quietly.
 
> “Mustapha, is that you? Have they killed Babangida? I swear they’ve brought calamity upon themselves if they have!”
 
 
 
> “No, Malama,” Mustapha replied softly. “He’s alive — we’re at the hospital now. The wound is deep, but he’ll survive.”