Mijin Kwaila Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Zahra, Gwaggon Rabi, and the Monkey Scare
 
Zahra rushed to Gwaggon Rabi’s corner, only to be startled—her grandmother sat frozen in shock. Alarmed, Zahra fled to her room, questioning in her heart what could have frightened Gwaggon so badly.
 
Meanwhile, Gwaggon Rabi, recovering from the scare, began panting heavily and shouting for the gatekeeper. He dashed over.
“Here I am, Hajiya!” he bowed.
 
Her temper flared.
“What use are you in this house if even a monkey 🐒 can sneak in without your notice?” she thundered, her eyes blazing.
 
“A monkey?” the guard repeated, stunned and doubtful.
 
“Don’t call me a liar!” she snapped. “I saw it with these eyes. Black, long-tailed—like something from the Prophet’s era itself.”
 
The guard scratched his head, baffled. “How could a monkey enter here, among people’s homes?”
 
“Enough excuses!” she barked. “Find it now—before Alhaji returns—or hand in your resignation.”
 
Deflated, the guard shuffled off to fetch a stick. But just then, a horn blared outside. It was Dr. Rukayya returning. He rushed to open the gate, greeted her warmly, and watched her drive in. Her face showed concern as her mind went straight to Gwaggon.
 
“What’s the matter, sitting outside like this?” she asked.
 
With irritation, Gwaggon narrated the whole story of the intruding monkey. Dr. Rukayya fell silent, pondering. How could a monkey slip into this compound? she wondered.
 
Finally, she ordered Baba Yusha’u to investigate the garden. He strode in with a heavy stick while Dr. Rukayya followed, Gwaggon shrinking to one side in fear. But Baba Yusha’u found nothing—only scattered plantains lying about. He picked them up, showing them to Dr. Rukayya, who chuckled quietly.
 
From afar, they suddenly heard Gwaggon’s loud prayers. Rushing out, they stumbled upon Zahra, and realization dawned. Baba Yusha’u scratched his head, laughing gently.
“Mummy,” he said politely, “this is my master’s wife-to-be. I only pray Gwaggon doesn’t mistake her for a monkey again.”
 
Even Dr. Rukayya found herself smiling. Zahra’s youthful beauty shone, though Gwaggon raged on, insisting Zahra was nothing but a schemer bent on killing her before she could even see her grandchildren.
 
Mummy offered apologies and patience. Yet in her heart she muttered, This girl is nothing but a hypocrite, but fate will decide. If Ishaq marries her, so be it. Taking Zahra by the hand, she led her away.
 
A Household of Hostility
 
Two days later, tension only deepened. Gwaggon’s hatred toward Zahra flared like fire, and Annee joined her side, making life miserable. The house, once lively, now felt like a prison for Zahra.
 
Only Ishaq’s mother (Mummy), Hanan, and sometimes Baba Yusha’u gave her comfort. He often sat with her, sharing conversations that lightened her spirit. Without him, she might have broken under the pressure.
 
One afternoon, the others busy, Gwaggon away at a friend’s house, Zahra and Annee were left at home. Zahra bathed, dressed simply, and lay down to rest. Near Azhar prayer time, hunger drove her to the kitchen. There, she found the aroma of macaroni with vegetables wafting from the pot—Annee’s cooking. Without hesitation, Zahra scooped some into a plate, grabbed a chilled Exotic drink from the fridge, and prepared to return to her room.
 
Suddenly Annee stormed in, glaring daggers.
“You black, stinking thief!” she spat. “Whose order made you steal my food?”
 
Zahra froze, then mumbled, “It wasn’t me,” pouting.
 
“Oh, so now you want to show me arrogance? If you escaped your grandmother’s fury, you won’t escape mine,” Annee sneered, her eyes glowing with malice.
 
When Zahra, near tears, muttered, “At least my mother isn’t old and useless like yours,” Annee’s rage exploded. She slapped Zahra hard across the face. Shocked, Zahra hurled the plate of food at her.
 
A wild brawl erupted. Annee clawed and cursed, while Zahra fought back fiercely, biting Annee’s finger until it bled. In fury, Annee swore she’d rather kill Zahra than lose. She tried to strangle her, but Zahra tore at her clothes—ripping her blouse wide open.
 
Annee shrieked in humiliation. She had never known such disgrace. But Zahra, equally enraged, clung to her, crying, “God will judge you, wicked girl. I will avenge this!”
 
Their screams shook the house. Annee, bleeding and panting, tried to throw Zahra off. Zahra retaliated by biting her breast, drawing more blood. Annee screamed louder, staggering back as Dr. Aysherh rushed in, horrified at the sight. Blood dripped down Annee’s chest.
 
Tears, Accusations, and Divisions
 
Gwaggon Rabi hurried over, staring at Annee with disdain.
“What’s this drama? You cry as if someone brought news of your rival’s death,” she mocked.
 
Annee, humiliated, stormed off to her room. Gwaggon muttered insults after her, Zahra and Ishaq silently watching. “A jealous fool,” she scoffed. Then, turning to Zahra, she hissed, “If not for you, no one would be crying over nonsense.”
 
She clicked her tongue and wandered toward the kitchen, where Inna Delu was busy preparing food. She peeked in, then left, shaking her head.
 
Meanwhile, Ishaq sighed deeply. Taking Zahra gently onto his shoulder, he led her to her room. The place had already been tidied. “Go wash up quickly,” he ordered.
 
Shyly, Zahra teased, “Then come scrub my back. My hands can’t reach.”
 
His eyes narrowed. “Who does it when I’m not around?”
“Hanan, of course,” she smiled.
 
A strange sensation swept through him. He followed her into the bathroom. When she stripped and bent under the shower, lathering soap, his eyes betrayed him. He froze, overwhelmed by desire. She noticed his silence.
 
“Why are your eyes closed like that?” she asked innocently.
 
Unable to reply, he took the sponge from her hand and began scrubbing her back slowly, lingering far too long. Zahra frowned.
“That’s not how my mother and Hanan do it. You keep rubbing without rinsing!”
 
His trance broke suddenly. Guiltily, he splashed water on her back and hurried out, shaken by what he’d almost done.
 
Ishaq Between Two Women
 
Confused and restless, Ishaq wandered straight into Annee’s room. She was still sulking, wiping tears of frustration. As soon as their eyes met, she hissed, shooting him daggers. But he approached calmly, brushing her shoulder.
 
“Leave me alone!” she snapped, but his hands slid over her. Despite her resistance, his persistence wore her down. She burst into tears again.
“Why don’t you love me, Ishaq? Why do you despise me? You laugh with Zahra, you play with her, but never with me. What am I to you?”
 
Her voice cracked in despair. But before she could continue, he pressed his lips to hers, silencing her in passion. Soon she melted into him, her earlier cries replaced by soft laughter.
 
When finally she relaxed, he whispered, “Don’t ever say I don’t love you. You are my first. Zahra is just a distraction. You get what she doesn’t—and she gets what you don’t. That’s how it is.”
 
She laughed again, leaning into him, her jealousy forgotten for the moment. Together they slipped into intimacy, the storm of the household briefly drowned in secret desires.