Uwa Uwa Ce Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Uwani arrived at their place fuming. She grabbed Ummule’s shoulder, forcing her to turn so they faced each other. Without letting go, she pointed at her with the other hand.
“You, Bariki, really think you’re capable. But it seems you aren’t, since you planted yourself in front of the neighbor. If it’s charity or help you seek, why didn’t you ask me? Aren’t you a sister? We’re both here. But just because you’re… what, you have to follow a man?”
Ummule, stepping back to adjust her stance, recognized Uwani. Her pictures were on Salihi’s phone. Uwani’s grip on her shoulder made Ummule flinch.
“Why would I ask for your help when my husband is right here…”
Uwani heard a ringing in her ears for a few moments from the unpleasant remark. It was true. She stopped noticing anything for a while, only hearing the word “husband” settling in her mind.
Salihi, summoning his courage, said, “Uwani, Ummule, come inside. We need to talk. It’s not appropriate for your voices to be heard outside.”
In a frenzy, Uwani reached the small gate of their compound, where cars couldn’t pass, which is why they parked outside. She entered with both hands covering her eyes in anger.
“If she enters, may Allah…”
“Stop this nonsense. This is my house, and you are all my wives,” Salihi said, moving closer to pull her hands away. Darkness covered the neighborhood, pierced only by streetlights. None of the three had prayed Maghrib because of the chaos on the street. Isha was being called, but he didn’t want the neighbors witnessing the scene at his gate.
Uwani gave him a fierce look, then forced her lips to speak:
“Who are your wives? Did you actually marry them? I didn’t know!”
“I told you, let’s go inside,” he said, raising his voice slightly.
Mubasshir, counting money in his pocket, heard his parents’ voices as if they were arguing. Quickly, he gathered everything and put it back where it belonged. In his pocket, he had exactly three thousand naira and one chain. He then closed the room as if no one had entered and stepped out.
“By Allah, you went too far, Salihi. You ate my trust? Go ask the scholars—this marriage is invalid because I didn’t know about it, let alone consent.”
“Just say if you spat at him, it would catch him,” Ummule said, annoyed at Salihi’s flattery in their tense situation.
“Don’t embarrass me! I am serious, by Allah,” Uwani snapped, as if ready to strike.
They say when an elder shows authority, the younger steps aside. Ummule wasn’t one to fight, but she saw no reason to stop Uwani’s fury.
“I’m firm. This is my husband’s house, so step aside so I can enter.”
“Even the one who married you can’t enter,” Uwani shot back.
His patience ran out. Struggling, he pulled her hands away, and they entered with Ummule. She was angry and compassionate at the same time. As he followed Uwani slowly, she started attracting attention, but she controlled herself. Though visibly upset, she calmed herself so everyone else could remain at ease.
Inside, they encountered Mubasshir, whose face showed dishonesty, but everyone was too preoccupied to notice. Uwani’s voice rang out, full of fury.
“See, Salihi, release that girl, or I will harm her.”
“Let’s harm each other then,” Ummule said, shaking her foot.
“You hear? She’s embarrassing me in front of you,” Uwani continued.
She hadn’t screamed, but her head was charged with anger.
“Uwani, listen to me!”
“No, I won’t listen to you…”
Mubasshir felt a chill. His mother was speaking to him like that in front of him.
“Mama, please, be quiet…”
She grabbed him and slapped him on the side of his face in anger. He was furious. She continued scolding him in front of Salihi.
“Hypocrites, from you to your father. Because you didn’t care about me, you brought a stranger into my home as a co-wife.”
She didn’t look at her son or husband anymore, but turned to Ummule.
“If you’re pretending to be kind, trying to get pregnant outside to bring me in the house, you’re lying.”
With one glance, she realized Ummule was indeed pregnant. Exhausted from the chaos, she went to her room, opened boxes, and unpacked them. Out of anger and betrayal, she had prepared her home meticulously. Only the plastered wall in Zawaciki remained unfinished. The house was modern and well-decorated, a place she intended to return to if Salihi didn’t renovate theirs. She planned to withdraw all her savings and complete everything within the month. She realized that once she left, even the trickery with his wife wouldn’t stand a chance.
She knelt to open the box containing money, thinking, Take us wherever you’ve stored us!
After Uwani left and Maghrib prayer was performed, some neighbors of Innayo arrived. Out of courtesy, they came to ask what tasks she needed help with for the next day. Before she even spoke, they realized Zara’s situation. They felt deep sympathy for her. Innayo, being quiet, had never interfered in her children’s matters, but anyone seeing her understood the care she gave. The talk was brief, and Hasiya had already organized everything and was ready to leave.
Innayo stepped out, adjusting her mouth, carrying messages from Salima’s house to the gate. Ihsan, crying, ran toward her, her face pale. She lifted Ihsan, calming her.
“Where is Salima? Why did you come at Maghrib? Why are you crying?”
Ihsan couldn’t speak, only weeping loudly. She feared her mother had truly died.
One of the escorts explained the situation. Tears streamed down her eyes immediately. She had no time to rest regarding her children and thought this day would never come. From the day a woman accepts the title of “mother,” her name carries it forever. Concern for Zara’s struggles, Uwani’s bitterness, and Salima’s ordeal caught her at the start of the night. She slipped into the group silently, without returning home, stepping carefully so only the guards noticed her. She held Ihsan’s hand, whispering prayers as they returned inside.
Hasiya, seeing the people Innayo escorted return, stayed behind with her. They almost ran to tell them everything they had seen. Maimuna even started crying, and Hasiya comforted her. Only after the women left did she explain what had happened earlier.
“Even so, Hasiya, if it’s really true… come with me.”