The Virgin Maid Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Virgin Maid Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel 
 
"That could never happen, Insha Allah. No woman can resist the command of a soldier, especially a strong and confident man like you," Hajiya Salma said soothingly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He sighed, gently biting his lower lip, then lifted his sexy eyes toward her and said, “Find another virgin maid.”
 
Mom Salma nodded quickly, entirely agreeing with her son. "Okay, let’s go. Breakfast first."
 
He stood up with that signature Mr. Arrogant stride, and Mom Salma followed him thoughtfully. Can I really allow Farouk to marry just any woman? she pondered. I must thoroughly investigate her—inside and out. She must be decent, educated, and from a good family. We don’t just marry anyone.
 
Trouble at Malam Kadarko’s Home
 
Back in Malam Kadarko’s compound, he was clueless about what Ummu had done—until Sunday came. Malam Iliya and his fellow scholars arrived, demanding Ummu be handed over for punishment. "She deserves a beating. No one is above the law," they insisted.
 
Though Malam Kadarko was annoyed by their tone, the thought of punishing Ummu amused him. "Let’s go," he smirked. "After you finish, I’ll add my own share. She won’t pee properly today."
 
A crowd gathered, including children from the neighborhood—some pitying Ummu, others excited to witness her downfall. Serves her right, some whispered. She’s arrogant and disrespects others.
 
Ummu’s Escape
 
"Malam, where is she?" someone asked. “Ummu!” he called.
 
Calm and fearless, Ummu walked out and faced the crowd. “What’s going on?”
 
“Your favorite has caused trouble!” Kadarko exploded, explaining everything and demanding she be brought out.
 
“Then go inside and bring her,” Ummu replied calmly.
 
Kadarko rushed inside while Malam Iliya readied his whip, already soaked in oil. But when Kadarko returned, fuming, Ummu broke the news:
 
“She’s not here. Don’t you remember? She left early this morning with my brother Ibrahim. She got into a boarding school in Abuja.”
 
The crowd froze. “Innalillahi wa’inna ilaihir raji’un. Ummu, you’ve been corrupted,” they murmured. But Ummu ignored them and returned indoors, leaving Malam Iliya and his cohorts speechless.
 
A New School, A New Test
 
It was Monday morning. The students stood up to greet Mrs. Johnson. Among them were newcomers Ummu and Anam, nervous in their first day at the boarding school.
 
“Good morning class.”
 
“Good morning ma!” they responded in unison.
 
Mrs. Johnson smiled, wrote Biology on the whiteboard, and faced the class. “I see new faces today. Who’s the class captain?”
 
“I am,” Binafa replied, standing confidently.
 
“Good. You and one of the new girls will compete in a quiz. Whoever wins becomes captain.”
 
The class buzzed with excitement. Binafa stepped forward proudly. Among the five new girls, no one wanted to volunteer—until Anam pointed to Ummu.
 
“Ummu, you go.”
 
The others agreed. Ummu reluctantly stood, nervous because she barely understood the school’s English.
 
“Please clap for her,” Mrs. Johnson said.
 
Clap! Clap! Clap!
 
Ummu faced Binafa, who laughed mockingly. “So poor, baby girl.”
 
The class burst into laughter. Mrs. Johnson silenced them and asked the question: What is a vertebrate and invertebrate animal?
 
“Cat!” Binafa answered hastily.
 
“No,” Mrs. Johnson corrected. “I asked for the definition, not examples.”
 
Binafa went silent.
 
Ummu raised her hand. “Vertebrate animals are those with backbones, while invertebrates lack backbones. For example, goats, dogs, and cows are vertebrates. Sharks are invertebrates—they have cartilage, not bones.”
 
The class erupted in cheers. “Bravo!” they chanted.
 
Mrs. Johnson smiled, hugged Ummu, and said, “Well done. You’ll be a great leader.” Ummu was officially announced as the new class captain, while Binafa became her assistant.
 
Binafa's Wrath
 
Binafa was furious. The humiliation burned deep, especially since they shared the same hostel room.
 
Later that evening, she video-called her mother—Mom Salma—while lying on her bunk. “Mom, she’s the new girl. A poor girl! She came today and became my leader? Me, Binafa? I hate her. I don’t want to see her again!”
 
“Take it easy, dear. Where is she now?” her mom asked.
 
Just then, Ummu entered with a smile. “Hi, friend!”
 
Binafa turned her phone to show her mom Ummu’s face. Mom Salma stared without speaking. Embarrassed, Binafa ended the call.
 
“That’s my mom,” Binafa snapped. “Where’s yours? Mine works in a beautiful office with AC. Yours is probably at the village stream or coughing in smoke from firewood. You should return to public school—you don’t belong here.”
 
Ummu’s Strength
 
Ummu smiled despite the sting of those words. Then, with calm confidence, she burst into laughter and said:
 
“Oh, Binafa, what’s so painful? Is it hunger or defeat?”