Idan Rana Ta Fito Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

The Hopeful Visit — Arrival and Worry
 
M.B. looked at Sajan and asked, “I hope everything will be okay?” Sajan, who was standing by the car, looked at the house and back at M.B. through the mirror. “I don’t think there will be a problem,” he said, then turned his gaze back toward the road — but the house still made him uneasy; he wasn’t sure what would happen there. M.B. smiled a little and said that in this neighborhood Sajan was known; Sajan nodded and said this was the Dorayi area, though there weren’t many people there. M.B. said she liked that, and they began walking toward the house.
 
When he saw her, he greeted her the way he liked, and they entered the house. He took out his phone and told Basma the good news: they were almost home. Basma’s body went limp; she could hardly stand. “Are there any aunts there?” she asked. “Yes, they know I’ve arrived,” she managed, but her heart was too heavy and her voice broke into sobs. “What happened?” she kept asking, and then she decided to tell him everything — whatever was to happen should happen. Bello, come with me to their house and stay with them, she said. Dady looked at Sajan, who moved closer and said quietly, “Why Basma?” She continued to cry, “When you came I thought there would be serious trouble — something like this?” She sobbed more: “I don’t know whether you’ll burn me or kill me.” He smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll come and take you away; I’ll bring you down from that bed of yours and I won’t go to their house to fight them.” Dady was fearful and begged him to cut the call; Sajan smiled and said, “May God protect us — she doesn’t know anything about what has happened.” M.B. said, “Indeed, if you choose to handle the problems gently, you won’t find her involved.” Bello added that they themselves didn’t know who had stolen what; even the Maigari household didn’t know. M.B. said she understood, and at that point she was certain she wouldn’t go back to look for what was taken. She let go of the rest of what was happening and the other men wanted to know if she was okay — they had to be told what had happened, so they rushed inside to check what had occurred.
 
Inside the House — Panic, Secrets, and Pleas
 
M.B. and others arrived quickly, got out of their car and rushed toward the house. He opened the door and asked her earnestly to come in: “What happened in the house?” She answered quietly, holding his hand as she entered. “Be calm and tell me exactly what the aunties did when they found something missing while she wasn’t there. Maybe they’ll say you stole it, but you must tell them you’re a woman — I’m telling you now so you know.” He smiled and said, “I am the one who will speak for you — am I not?” Basma said yes. He urged her not to worry: “I did not give them anything, and I will keep praying — God will save you from their mischief. I will enter the house and, God willing, nothing will happen to you.”
 
He looked at Sajan knowingly and told them to blow the horn and open the gate. Basma’s heart did not believe that the secret would not be discovered; the horn’s blare from the car made a strong impression and startled everyone. The men looked around with concern. Sajan said, “I said when we come in, what shamelessness will we find?” They all murmured apologies, “Sorry sir,” and he snorted, then they entered. Basma held onto him tightly and they moved in through the threshold, praying — “Bismillahi…” — and he kept her hand. She started to suck her thumb in fear and wiped her face with tears. Bello, take this bag and carry it — he told her. He replied, “You know I am someone who can enforce what needs to be done; I’m not playing.” She asked, “Do you know the secret?” He answered, “Yes, I know the secret well; the surprising thing is how you found out and why they would do that.” She lowered her eyes and said she thought it all involved Dady’s wealth and suspected plans, but she wasn’t sure; she asked him to explain more.
 
They sat close to her and he started to tell the details gently. He described how the household had plotted, and how the story of the missing item — the trouble — had grown into a scandal. Basma listened and trembled. Bello urged her to speak plainly and to give any proof she had. She said she was not the kind of person who would steal, but the way they were treating her made her afraid. As he continued, it became clear that the matter had been amplified by gossip and suspicion; the men tried to calm her and to get the actual facts.
 
Promises, Questions, and the Village’s Judgment
 
Later, she shook her head and said, “Maybe if you hate me now, you’ll hate me more later, aunties would turn this into a fight.” Sajan nodded and asked thoughtful questions, checking what Basma understood about her own situation and how much she wanted revealed. He signaled that he would protect her if needed. He promised to stand by her: “I swear, by God, I will defend you. If necessary I will take this to the court; I will even take an oath before a judge.” She began to tremble, eyes wet, while he insisted calmly that the issue was not merely a small theft but could be treated as a grave crime — even a charge of murder in their rhetoric if they pressed it that far. He said, “If you truly knew how serious this is, you’d understand why I must act.” He comforted her, “If you keep faith, God will reward you and after this trial you will be safe; I promise where and when the courts call, you will come with me.”
 
She laughed nervously through tears and promised him that she would stand by that pledge, saying “Yes, I swear, if you love me you will not leave me.” He kissed her on the cheek and said, “Now carry on and act as I told you.” Later, she struggled to stop spilling her inner turmoil; she questioned herself: why had she done nothing, or why had fate made her this way? He walked over to the window and watched the compound below while she sat and listened. The doctor (or healer) who knows her mother’s history was mentioned, and there was conversation about pills or remedies Basma had taken, and whether she was responsible or a victim. He reassured her not to despair and asked her to be honest.
 
Basma confessed that everyone in their village has rumors and questions — why would a city boy show interest in her, what did she expect to gain, why did the men in the village pay attention to her? The conversation drifted between accusations, laughter, teasing and serious vows. They discussed marriage prospects, the reality of village life, and whether she would be accepted by the people in the town or the city. He asked pointedly whether she expected to be taken seriously in that place, and she answered with humility and fear.
 
The scene ends with the men smiling at each other, the villagers’ curiosity still buzzing, and Basma uncertain but comforted by promises of protection and by the assurance that they would face the accusations together.