Mummunan Zato Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

An Unexpected Encounter
 
A’isha quietly closed the door and stepped into the room — only to freeze in shock. Uncle had just come from the shower, wearing nothing but shorts and rubbing lotion on his body. She gasped, “Innalillahi,” quickly turning away.
 
Embarrassed, she stammered, “I… I’ll come back when you’re done. I didn’t know you were inside.”
But Uncle smiled, “What have you done to me? Come and do your work.”
 
She walked in, eyes fixed on the floor, bumping into the bed. Surprised, she noticed it was neatly made, smaller than hers. When she glanced up at Uncle, she quickly looked down again — he still had no shirt on.
 
He put on a white short-sleeved shirt, came closer, and took her hand. “Beby, it’s not haram for you to see my body. We are lawful for each other.”
 
Confused, she looked up briefly before lowering her gaze again.
 
Questions About Marriage
 
Uncle asked, “Who am I to you?”
She softly replied, “My husband.”
“And what does a husband mean?”
“A man who is married.”
“What is marriage?”
“When people gather, it’s conducted, and the wife is taken to the husband’s house.”
“And after that?”
“She cleans, cooks, and takes care of children.”
 
He smiled. “Good. And how does she get children?”
“She gives birth.”
“And how does she get pregnant?”
A’isha hesitated. “I… I don’t know. Maybe from some food.”
 
Uncle laughed. Among his wives, none was as naïve about marriage as A’isha. He leaned closer. “Do you want to know how?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
 
He offered a deal: “If you answer my question, fine. If not, I’ll give you the explanation — but you mustn’t ask anyone else.”
“What’s the question?”
“Do you know about menstruation?”
 
Instantly embarrassed, she buried her face in her knees. This was something she couldn’t even discuss with her mother openly, let alone Uncle. Without answering, she jumped up and ran out.
 
Jummai’s Jealousy
 
Meanwhile, Jummai lay in bed restless. If she had her way, no woman would share her husband — not even for a moment. In her mind, tomorrow A’isha would be gone, even if it meant killing her.
 
She spent the night pacing, her mind consumed by rage.
 
The Suspicion
 
The next day, A’isha sat quietly doing her tasbihi when the door burst open — Jummai stormed in.
“I heard someone scream,” Jummai said, scanning the room suspiciously.
 
“It wasn’t here, Hajiya,” A’isha replied politely.
 
Unsatisfied but unable to prove her suspicion, Jummai stormed out, slamming the door. A’isha shrugged it off and went to the kitchen to prepare Uncle’s breakfast.
 
Breakfast Conversation
 
When she brought the tray, Uncle teased, “Yesterday you ran away from my question, hmm?”
 
“Please, Uncle, stop talking like that,” she said shyly.
“Alright, I’ll stop,” he smiled.
 
They spoke about moderation in eating before he left for the day. He enjoyed her mix of innocence and occasional boldness.
 
Tension With Jummai
 
Before leaving, Uncle went to greet Jummai. She sat brooding, looking worn and angry. He asked what was wrong, concerned about her health. But his use of the word tsohuwa (old woman) struck her pride deeply.
 
Tears fell as she accused him of preferring a younger wife. He left, frustrated at her refusal to share her feelings calmly.
 
Alone again, Jummai’s anger boiled over. She told her friend Sofy that she would deal with “that village girl” soon — possibly with poison. If that failed, they would seek help from a boka (sorcerer) in Niger.
 
Kitchen Confrontation
 
Unaware of these plans, A’isha spent the afternoon cooking bread, egg sauce, and miyar taushe with Uche’s help.
 
But Jummai’s allies — Sofy and Suby — entered the kitchen, mocking her food as “village people’s meal.” They opened her pots without permission, insulting her.
 
A’isha calmly carried her pots to her room, but they laughed, warning that Uncle wouldn’t eat her “dirty” food. Hurt, she realized these women meant to make her life miserable.
 
Uncle’s Concern
 
That evening, Uncle returned early after several unanswered calls to A’isha. She hadn’t noticed her phone all day.
 
When she came out of the bath, wrapped in a towel, he asked gently, “Beby, what’s wrong? You’re not yourself today.”
“Nothing, Uncle,” she said with a forced smile.
“I called you three times and you didn’t pick up,” he pressed.
 
She looked away, hiding the weight of the day’s insults and tensions — things she wasn’t ready to share.