Sanadin Kenan Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

The Unexpected Return
Missing his flight to Abuja was not his fault.
It turned out that fate had destined him to experience a kind of anger and heartbreak unlike anything he had ever felt before.
She pressed the bell on the wall to summon the house staff, and immediately two people came in. They were two young male cleaners, neither of them more than twenty years old.
“Carry her to the toilet, bathe her, and remove these pampers before the room starts smelling.”
The two young men looked at each other as if silently consulting one another. She shot them a sharp glare. “Or won’t you do it?”
Quickly, they picked up the girl, one holding her upper body and the other her legs, and carried her to the bathroom. They undressed her and removed her pampers, about to begin washing her.
Then he suddenly walked in, completely unexpectedly, as if thrown into the room.
He had wanted to tell her that his flight had left without him because some important guests had delayed him. He had planned to wait for the evening flight instead, God willing.
But the first thing his eyes fell on was two strange grown men holding Amina while she was undressed. His eyes widened and turned red, and his heart began to boil with rage. Even so, he did not speak in a loud or furious tone. He looked at her quietly for a few seconds before he began to speak.
“So you made grown men strip my daughter like this? My one precious daughter, Lailah? I never imagined that even if you married me without love, Lailah, you would still be unable to help a sick orphaned girl.
“You mean they should put their hands on my daughter’s private parts? I have never beaten a woman, and I do not want to begin with you. Remember, the world turns. Let me tell you this: this girl means more to me than everything I own and more than my entire life. Put it in your mind that you too are a woman, and one day you will give birth. You do not know what destiny may do with the child you bear, whether you are alive or not.”
At just one look from him, the workers dropped the pampers they were removing and hurried out. Their hearts were full of prayers that Allah would not let this become the cause of them losing their livelihood. They too had felt that the order and the task given to them were odd, but what exactly was their fault? Quietly, they slipped away.
His Tender Care for Amina
He quickly washed Amina himself. He bathed her with a sponge and scented soap, wrapped her in a towel, and brought her out. He rubbed her body with Vaseline, put a fresh pampers on her, and dressed her in a new blouse and skirt. Then he called the kitchen and asked them to bring tea and pancakes.
He personally fed Amina, spoonful after spoonful, wiping her mouth as she ate, until she was full and turned away.
Laila left weak and shaken, seeing the way he acted as though she did not even exist in the room. She had never expected him to return that day, only after three days as he had said. In her heart, she had already resolved that she would not even bother properly caring for the girl until he came back.
The words he had spoken to her were not what she had expected. She had thought that, at worst, he might just beat her in anger, seeing how much he loved his daughter. With weak legs, she made her way to her room.
He kissed Amina on the forehead, laid her back down, and adjusted her pillow. Then he went out into the sitting room and sank into a very soft chair. He pressed his right hand against his waist, which was aching badly. He felt that the little love he had begun to have for Laila was decreasing gradually.
Sweat began to break out on him as he remembered the last words Amina’s mother had said to him:
“Take extra care of Amina. Not because I doubt the care you give her, but she will need even more…”
Yes. She needed more care, and she would have it, God willing, as long as he remained alive and money still had value. Truly, caring for a girl required a woman. He realized that this woman had almost wanted to kill Amina. She had not even fed her until two o’clock in the afternoon. And she had ordered men to humiliate her, had Allah not brought him back in time.
He knew that if he told Hajiya about this, she would surely return and come care for her granddaughter. But now that she had finally begun to enjoy some peace in her husband’s house and had regained her own health and comfort, her heart was at rest. He decided he would find a solution himself.
The Search for a Solution
The only person who came to his mind was his old friend, Dr. Usman Turaki, a consultant at the Tafawa Balewa Teaching Hospital.
They had attended secondary school together and had been very close in those days. Later, higher studies separated them, each going to a different university and choosing a different field.
Immediately, he searched for Dr. Turaki’s number. It rang for a long time before his wife answered. She said, “Doctor is on call. He left his phone at home.”
“Okay. Please, when he comes back, tell him to call me on this number. It’s Ma’arouf Ji-qas.”
“Insha Allah, I will tell him.”
“Thank you. Greet the children for me.”
“They will hear. May Allah strengthen your shoulders over Amina.”
He felt as though she had prayed that Allah would grant him Paradise. Truly, nothing about a politician remained hidden. It was as though everything was served openly on a tray and carried around for all to see. Everyone knew he had a sick daughter.
When Dr. Turaki returned home, his wife Zainab passed on the message from his friend. She would not even let him eat first, let alone bathe. Even so, she tried hard to hide her excitement and happiness that today she had spoken to Ji-qas, the brightest star among the people of Bauchi Yakubu.
“I will call him tomorrow when I get to the office.”
“Ah, come on, Baban Aadil, call him now so we can hear what it is about. Do you think it is some ordinary seat like Makkah’s chair?”
Dr. Turaki burst out laughing.
“Zainab, you with your eyes fixed on money, let Allah first give him the Bauchi seat. Then you will go to Makkah and return, insha Allah.”