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Confrontation — Rumaisa, Adam and Family
 
“Why don’t you take your mother’s words seriously? Why are you behaving like this behind her back? Does she not pity me — maybe she knows how I feel about Sabir?” She put her eyes into his, which made their faces clash. With courage and firmness she struck Adam’s car and said, “If after Aunt Aisha’s death anyone orders Sabir to be killed, I will take every risk, God help me, to save him. Do you really think that after our escape anyone would team up with me to harm the child whose care his father entrusted to me? What kind of heart is in you?”
 
The staff there came forward, but Adam stopped them because Rumaisa had said something very serious.
 
“You know what tied me to you from the start, and I have not taken back what I said; I will never withdraw it. Sabir — if you see fit, take him to the ends of the earth, do whatever you think is right. I have never hated anything in this world like I hate you. Even the bandits I once sat with respected me more because of what you said about me — that I would join with you to harm your son. From today I will not come to your house again, God willing. If I am a legitimate girl born of a mother and siblings — Usman and my brothers — I will not come to that house again.” She finished her angry speech with tears, then turned and headed for the gate.
 
Adam’s body went cold; indeed his words had been harsh.
 
She quickly left crying; she would not get into his car even if forced. A fire of hatred burned in her heart — anyone who tried to separate her from Sabir was her greatest enemy.
 
Mummy’s side of the house went quiet and thoughtful; occasionally he smiled. Mummy looked at him and said, “Don’t tell me that smile — has this visit made you happy?”
 
He smiled again and said, “I met a girl I wanted to bring in; I left and then met her — her calm and character are amusing.”
 
Mummy looked at him calmly and said, “Are you in love already?”
 
He said, “Love? She’s a small girl, but things she said surprised me. She’s the one who returned with that baby people have been talking about — Aisha’s child — she said she came to see her son and was told not to be allowed in. The girl is of strong character; her words are not those of her age. There’s bravado in her speech, but wisdom under it. What surprised me most is how she held onto my robe confidently and accused me like I was that man.”
 
Mummy, puzzled, said, “You mean the one who came with Aisha’s baby? You say she’s a small girl?”
 
“Yes — you who live in the house know better than I do; I don’t know the full story, I only know she’s a girl who caused a commotion. I don’t think she’s more than thirteen — that’s my impression.”
 
“What! You mean a thirteen-year-old brought the baby said to be Adam’s? But people’s assumptions are wild — how could a thirteen-year-old rescue a baby from the hands of armed men?”
 
Mahmud shrugged and said, “I don’t know.”
 
“But wait — the girl is still there; I want to see her.”
 
“Mummy, why see her? No need. Please don’t meddle or try to investigate until you know what they’re into — that’s why they mock you. Let them learn their lesson.” He stood up as he spoke. Mummy watched him with eyes that could say more, but she kept quiet. She was amazed and shook her head at her son, that a thirteen-year-old could have rescued a baby.
 
Rumaisa walked along crying because of the hurtful words. She nearly reached the roadside when someone grabbed her arm. Angry, she looked up; at first she resisted, then the hold began to pull her. In a furious tone she started to cry out and struggle, “What have I done to you?”
 
She would not forget Sidi’s face — the one who had once captured and taken her. He gave no heed to her, opened the back of his vehicle and threw her in, then shut the door. Adam wound down his window, greeted Sidi, then raised the car window and drove off.
 
“Sir, stop — let me out of this car, I don’t want you to take me to your house.” She begged, but he ignored her and continued driving.
 
“Let me out,” she cried. “Why are you doing this to me? Put me down.”
 
Seeing he had no intention to care for her, she tried to open the door, but she found it locked.
 
Adam admired Rumaisa’s resilience; if the door had been open she would have opened it and walked out. Since she couldn’t, she sat and continued to cry and mutter to herself.
 
They stopped only at Mama’s house. She wondered how he knew their address. He parked but did not get out, and he did not open the car. Rumaisa kept trying to open the door but it remained locked.
 
“Open the door so I can get out!” she slapped him in frustration.
 
He pressed his phone and after a while opened the car and stepped out — but he locked Rumaisa inside and did not open her out. She banged and screamed but he walked away refusing to listen.
 
Aliyu came out of the house; seeing Adam, he widened his smile, came over and they greeted. Rumaisa could not hear what they said at first, but after some time they talked and then opened the door to let her out. She emerged feeling small and ashamed.
 
Aliyu gave her a sour glance and said, “Go in and come inside.” She stepped forward, because today she would be told off and had to accept it.
 
She gave a weak grin when she saw the man called Baba at the doorway arranging the cuff of his shirt. A wave of dread swallowed her and she began to pace slowly like a coward. Her face showed pure fear and the anguish she felt.
 
Aliyu greeted him and Adam. “Baba” responded without looking up, simply gesturing for them to enter Mama’s parlor. He paid Adam no attention either. They entered the room greeting Mama. Rumaisa followed them quickly, watching Baba.
 
Mama widened her smile and welcomed Adam.
 
He said, “I apologize, Mama; since I left the hospital I have not had the chance to come and greet you. Many things have been happening.”
 
Mama said, “No problem — how is home, how is my wife?”
 
“All are well; she asks you to greet you.”
 
Rumaisa looked at him and in her heart said, “Look at him — as if he has not just humiliated me, coming into our home and behaving as a respectable man.”
 
Mama said, “Rumaisa, fetch water for him from the kitchen.” Rumaisa felt like she would wet herself at the thought of going out in front of Baba. She reluctantly went, fetched a bottle of pure water, and returned to hand it to Adam.
 
Mama’s look made her lose her place; she was truly terrified.
 
She returned slowly, poured the water into a large basin — about twelve bottles — carried it and gave it to him.
 
Aliyu said, “What kind of clumsiness is this? How can you bring this water with no plates from the kitchen? Is this some brashness?”
 
Adam said, “Get rid of her; I will also leave. I am satisfied to be home. My mother arranged for me to bring her back, as I told Aliyu on the phone. Instead of going to school she wandered into town to see Sabir, and she left on foot where it was dangerous. I brought her back to keep a closer watch on her; take care not to let her come again. If she needs to see him, call and he will be brought to her. Also the school should follow up on why she didn’t attend today; they should have called home.”
 
Aliyu said, “The school might try; she is like a mischievous child, reckless — she does things she decides to. And their school is public with many students; it’s not certain they realised she didn’t show up.”
 
Mama said, “If she didn’t go, then their holiday continues. Thank you very much. God willing we will take care and this won’t happen again.”
 
Rumaisa’s day soured; how Mama spoke of her in front of him was humiliating.
 
No one noticed when he arrived except that Adam had brought Rumaisa out with him; she was shouting. Adam watched Baba with a look, seeing how he lifted Rumaisa roughly.
 
Aliyu said, “Great — since you came back you haven’t met — it’s better he remembered to tell you he’s here.”
 
Adam said, “But that lifting of her could have caused her harm; she’s not fully recovered.”
 
“If anything had happened, if she had not come back by now and with her hands on her, she would have faced the discipline master.” At first Rumaisa called for her mother, pleading forgiveness, but when he scolded her firmly she calmed and closed her mouth.
 
Water made her weak; she filled a small bucket, carried it on her head and stood out in the sun. He put on his shoes and left.
 
They continued their conversation, no one returned to bother Rumaisa, though in her heart Mama felt a little pity for her.
 
After discussing current social media talk about him and praising Mama’s composure and raising of these seven sons alone — some educated, some working — he admired her experience. From the meeting at the hospital and the way she spoke now, he concluded that Rumaisa’s talk stemmed from living with those men, each with his own thoughts and character. As Mama described matters of the nation, one would think she was a well-read scholar; but it was only the radio and following the news that made her so informed about national affairs.