Mar'adams Part 4 Complete Hausa Novel

Heartbreak and Confusion
 
Adamcy felt his legs weakening beneath him, threatening to collapse, while his heart seemed ready to explode. From the moment he fixed his eyes on the direction Mami left, he didn’t blink until she disappeared completely. He stood there for almost ten minutes, staring at the path she followed. He could no longer understand what was wrong with his sweetheart.
 
Her words struck his heart heavily, throwing him into deep confusion and pain—how could Sweetheart place Maryam above him to the point of trying to stop him from getting what his heart desperately desired?
 
The girl whose love pierced through his heart and body every single day.
“Why, Sweetheart?”
“Why would you do this to me?”
“Why would you turn your back on me when in this entire world no one matters to me as much as you matter to my happiness?”
 
He asked himself again and again, his eyes changing color with pain. With his heart beating violently as if it would burst out of his chest, he turned sharply and stormed upstairs.
 
He climbed two steps at a time, hissing angrily. He rushed into his room, opened his wardrobe, and began packing his belongings blindly. He pulled out a small suitcase, stuffed his things into it, zipped it up, and rushed out without even closing the door.
 
When he got to the parlour, no one was there. His escorts saw him and quickly surrounded him, taking the suitcase from his hand. His driver—still standing where he had left him—quickly approached and collected the bag from the escort.
 
Filled with burning anger, Adamcy brushed past them without speaking. The driver followed quickly—one wrong move and he could lose his job or be suspended for weeks. He opened the back door; Adamcy entered, sat down, and dropped the bag beside him.
In a respectful tone, the driver asked, “Sir, where are we going?”
“Dolphins,” he replied briefly, exhaling hot air.
 
The driver started the car, notified the two police escort vehicles ahead, and the two behind followed closely. Nothing could be heard except loud sirens that could frighten any timid soul. They drove him to his house in the Dolphins Estate on Lagos Island, his entire mind in chaos.
 
Sleepless Nights and Missed Calls
 
They parked at the compound and turned off the engines. Adamcy marched into the house angrily. In the middle of the parlour, he collapsed onto the carpet, cursing under his breath.
 
If Mami hated Maryam, then she hated him too. She didn’t love him—Maryam wasn’t the problem. He felt like killing himself just to escape the miserable, restricted life he was living. He even wished he hadn’t left the house earlier; she could have killed him and everyone would be free. After all, she always said everyone should “disappear.”
 
But he wasn’t going to disappear. No matter what happened, he would marry Maryam. How could she treat him like a child?
 
He went silent, grabbed his head, and stayed that way for almost three hours. Then he stood, dismissed his guards and his driver, and warned all of them not to reveal his location to anyone—not even his mother.
 
After they left, he dialed Maryam. She was sitting down when she noticed his number calling. She refused to answer. She stared at the screen as the phone kept ringing but did not pick up.
 
He continued calling—she refused.
 
He held his phone, a heavy fear sinking into his chest. She wondered what he wanted at that hour; he never knew the right time to call. His wife tried to manage him, but this time the thought alone made her cry from pity—for herself and for her life.
 
She loved him deeply. If she married him and they later separated, how would she live with the love she felt?
“But you said you can live without him, didn’t you?” her pure heart asked her.
 
While lost in thought, her phone rang again—this time from an unknown number. Fear gripped her. It was not one of his usual contacts. She put the phone on silent and lay down like a child, thinking about him.
 
On his side, Adamcy dialed her number ten times—something he had never done in his life. If something was important, he called once and gave up. But now he kept calling until rage overwhelmed him. He threw his phone at the floor repeatedly and held his head in both hands.
 
After almost thirty minutes, he switched off both phones, took a cold bath to calm down, wore a jallabiya, and lay on his bed. He reached for his phones but remembered he had left them in the parlour. He closed his eyes, trying to sleep, but nothing came.
 
All he wanted was a cigarette—he felt it would ease the storm inside him.
 
He stood up, went to the parlour, opened his suitcase, took out a pack of cigarettes, and began smoking. That night, he didn’t sleep at all.
 
Maryam too couldn’t sleep. Her mind kept replaying everything—every touch, every memory. Eventually, exhaustion overtook her, and she fell asleep with his thoughts in her dream.
 
The next morning, Maryam woke to many missed calls from him. Panic rose in her chest. She tried calling him—he didn’t pick up. She called over ten times. Nothing. She realized he was angry. She stopped calling and told herself, “When he finishes being angry, he’ll call me.”
 
Panic in the Family
 
As for Mami, she noticed Adamcy didn’t call her in the morning, but she didn’t know he hadn’t slept at home. Even when she returned and learned he wasn’t around, she didn’t worry much—she had made up her mind that he must obey her command.
 
But three days passed.
 
No trace of him. No call. No message.
 
Not the escorts. Not the guards. Not even the driver dared tell her where he was. When she confronted them, they all said, “We don’t know where he is.”
She scolded and shouted at them:
“How can you not know where he is? Tell me the truth! Did he tell you not to say where he went?”
Still, no one spoke.
 
Mami became worried. She started calling his friends—Amaar, Shawul, MB—none of them knew where he was. She threatened them and even put a ten-man search team on the issue. Days passed—no news.
 
She sat down quietly, thinking:
“Where did he go?”
Did Adamcy secretly marry without her knowledge?
 
If so, he had brought great shame on her.
 
Meanwhile, Maryam was in even deeper distress. She called his number daily—it didn’t go through. She wasn’t even thinking about the wedding anymore; she just wanted to know if he was safe. She blamed herself for not answering his call that night.
 
Even her mother questioned her:
“You said his people would come on Sunday. It’s the next Sunday now—no one came. Maryam, do you think something is wrong?”
 
Maryam wiped her tears.
“There’s no problem, Umma… he traveled suddenly and said once he returns, they’ll come. Don’t worry. I’m only scared because… I already told Baba about the marriage. After informing him, I realized I made a mistake—we should have sent them to Mallam Mustapha first.”