Yaron Gidana Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

The Unexpected Work Trouble
 
After repeated calls from work began to disturb Kausar, her mom insisted she answer the phone. She put it on hands-free and placed it on the bed.
 
“Hello.”
“How are you, Kausar?” Hearing the voice of her boss made her lower her head slightly.
“I’m fine, good morning sir.”
“Ehmm… about that project you sent your assistant with yesterday — it came out well, but we need some clarifications. Neither you nor your assistant came, and you didn’t inform us.”
 
The words shocked her. El’Ameen? How could he have submitted it? She had stayed up all night perfecting the work — how could it already have been submitted?
 
“Miss Kausar, are you there?”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir, I’m on my way.”
“Okay, take care.”
 
She ended the call and rose weakly.
“Momy, they need me at work.”
“Good,” her mom replied, standing up too. Before Kausar reached the door, her mom added, “Before you leave, take paracetamol — you look like you have a headache.”
“Yes, Mom,” she replied, grateful for the rare care she received that day — though inside, she was anxious. If Mom calls Aunty Hafsat and finds out I didn’t show up, what will happen? What would I even say to clear myself?
 
When she entered the meeting room, everyone was already there, waiting for her. She apologized and took her usual seat. The A.D. (Assistant Director) was about to speak when El’Ameen entered.
 
“Mr. El’Ameen, why are you and your boss late today?”
 
Kausar’s heart raced — how did he get in here so calmly? She couldn’t lift her eyes to meet his.
 
Bowing slightly, El’Ameen said, “I apologize, sir.”
“Sit down. As you can see, the meeting has already started. Now, Kausar, could you shed more light on the graphs and pie charts you plotted for your research findings?”
 
Kausar composed herself. She knew she hadn’t done anything that deep in mathematics or statistics — that must have been El’Ameen’s work. She cleared her throat softly.
“Refer to my assistant, sir. He can handle them. He knows everything about the project.”
“Oh really? Mr. El’Ameen, please elaborate for us.”
 
El’Ameen, who had been feeling happy seeing Kausar in good health, walked to the front, took the marker, and opened the soft copy of the work. He began explaining like a lecturer, writing examples on the whiteboard.
 
“For example, in our demographic data, if we expect a profit of seventy million across every 400 kilometers of road, we can reduce that by 0.5 — just half. Anything less than one is considered marginal. So, when we multiply 0.5 by 400 and convert it to kilometers, we can calculate the value — that difference becomes your hidden profit, unrecorded in the main chart. Based on that, the projected profit is five hundred million Naira.”
 
The room went silent. Many people couldn’t keep up with his calculations, except for Kausar and Sir A.D., who followed closely.
 
“Hmm… brilliant!” Sir A.D. nodded with satisfaction, applauding him.
“Thank you, sir,” El’Ameen smiled.
 
Turning to Kausar, A.D. said, “Can we get something even better from your team tomorrow to strengthen this work?”
“InshaAllah, sir,” Kausar replied, lowering her lashes.
 
“Excellent,” A.D. clapped. “Meeting adjourned, everyone back to work!”
 
As the chairs shuffled and everyone began to stand, Kausar rose too. Other staff turned to them.
“Your work was impressive,” someone said.
“Thank you,” El’Ameen responded with a smile.
 
As Kausar walked toward the board, El’Ameen quickly moved her papers aside. She folded her lips and said flatly, “That was a good presentation.”
“Thank you, boss,” he replied with an innocent grin.
 
Ignoring him, she faced the staff again.
“You heard what the boss requested — something that’ll make the project more outstanding. Let’s brainstorm. Any ideas?”
 
“Let’s add streetlights in the middle of the highway,” July suggested.
“No,” Kausar replied.
Balqis chimed in, “We could plant flowers along the sides.”
“Thank you, but this isn’t home decoration,” she said sharply. “Anyone else?”
 
Everyone went silent.
“Come on, people!”
 
El’Ameen cleared his throat. “We could build flyovers on major connecting roads between cities.”
 
Kausar stopped and thought for a moment. “It’s good, but it sounds… barbaric. Anyone to refine that?”
El’Ameen raised his hand again. “Then we expand each city to have at least six flyovers and several major roundabouts.”
 
The room erupted in agreement. Even Kausar nodded slightly.
“Good. But still, use your own minds. Don’t just copy ideas. I’ll give you thirty minutes — come up with your best version.”
 
She gathered her folders, excused herself, and left the room, leaving them deep in thought.
 
The Office Confrontation
 
Back in her office, Kausar’s mind was heavy. All her old traumas flooded back.
“So that boy thinks he can disrespect me now? Maybe because he saw me drunk... or maybe because I kissed him. I even wet myself that night — no wonder he feels superior. I fired him, yet he’s back, acting bold because he saw my bed?”
 
Tears streamed down her cheeks. “It’s all my fault. Raudha, it’s all because of you.”
 
Meanwhile, El’Ameen, still in the conference room, couldn’t stop thinking about her. Suddenly, he stood up and rushed to her office. She was crying when he walked in, and she jumped in shock, trying to run into the inner office. He followed quickly. Before she could lock the door, he pushed it open and entered fully.
 
“What do you want?” she shouted.
In a tense voice, he said, “Do you know how many times I’ve called you? You refused to answer, Kausar! I was worried about you.” He reached for her hand. She pulled back sharply. “Stop it! What do you want from me?”
 
He looked her straight in the eyes. “I just want you to stop treating me like a stranger. Let’s talk about what’s bothering you.”
“I don’t want to. Leave me and get out of my office,” she barked.
“No, Kausar. You need someone’s shoulder.”
“I don’t need pity or fake comfort,” she snapped.
“That’s a lie,” he replied firmly. “Everyone needs someone to talk to.”
 
His deep, serious tone surprised her — he sounded nothing like the playful man she thought he was.
“Oh, I see,” she said bitterly. “Just because you slept beside me last night, you think you can talk to me anyhow?”
 
He sighed, rubbing his face. “Kausar, please. I’m not talking about sex. I didn’t touch you. I love you — truly. You’re smart, elegant, confident, and graceful. You carry yourself with strength that intimidates men. You have everything — beauty, wisdom, and dignity.”
 
He moved closer, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. Her body weakened. He leaned closer until their breaths met.
“You’re too gorgeous, Kausar. Please stop pushing me away. Let’s talk about what’s hurting you.”
 
Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her. She fell softly against his chest. They stood there, locked in a quiet embrace. His chin rested on her head as tears rolled down his face.
 
In a trembling voice, she whispered, “This is why I hate love, Alameen. I hate dating.”
 
A knock interrupted them. El’Ameen quickly pulled away, wiping his tears. Kausar looked at him, motioning with her hands for him to stop crying.
 
“What made you hate love so much?” he asked.
Before she could reply, the knock came again.
“Ma’am, can I come in?”
 
They both released each other. El’Ameen opened the door and stepped out. July entered, giving him a suspicious look before turning to Kausar.
 
“My friend, you’re late. You added fifteen minutes to the thirty we were given. We were waiting for you.”