Zumuntar Kenan Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Fa'izah and the Rising Tension
 
Who exactly is Fa’izah? What does she possess that gives her the boldness to almost drive Fa’iz crazy like this? I dare you—before Fa’izah turns your head upside down, or turns you into Fa’izah instead of Fa’iz.”
 
Those who didn’t understand the context burst into laughter simply because he spoke in English.
Fa’iz flared up angrily and snapped:
 
“Who told you it was fear of Fa’izah that stopped me from bringing her here?”
 
Maajid replied, “If not fear, then what is it? She’s your wife, under your authority, yet you sit here sipping tea? Are you sure you can bend Fa’izah, Fa’iz? This love has gone too far… you’ve given her too much power, even if you keep claiming it’s your own fault. We have two full weeks of break before we resume with British Airlines—use that chance to go and bring Fa’izah. Let her stay close to you wherever you step in this world, at least to give you some peace. Even if she runs mad for real—I'm not joking—Europe has all kinds of psychiatrists and asylums.”
 
Fa’iz had had enough of Maajid’s sarcasm, especially now that he was exposing personal matters in front of their friends. Fa’iz was a very private person, especially regarding anything involving his personal life.
 
He got up, grabbed a bottle of water, rinsed his mouth, and spat it out. Yet the sting of Maajid’s words didn’t leave him.
 
Maajid removed the cigarette from his mouth and handed it over.
“Take this. It will kill the ‘shatter’—the tension.”
 
Fa’iz shot him a glare. Javed Sadiqy poured chilled lemon drink into a tumbler and handed it to him. Fa’iz drank it and set the cup down. Javed refilled it again, and Fa’iz drank again. They did this four times until he finally felt some relief.
 
“Shukran yaa Siddiqy,” he said—thank you, Sadiqy.
 
The Decision to Return and the Preparations
 
He left them and headed to the elevator that would take him to his room on the 13th floor. Entering the room, he locked the door behind him and immediately opened his laptop. Checking their weekly flight schedule, he found a British Airways flight departing for Abuja, Nigeria the next morning. And his holiday officially began tomorrow.
 
He was convinced that his marriage to Fa’izah was good for him. Ever since he told Hajjah he wanted to marry Fa’izah to restore their damaged family bond, everything in his life had opened—opportunities, provisions, and a strange inner peace.
 
He sat at the edge of the luxurious bed, silent, unable to identify what exactly was disturbing him. He wasn’t happy with anything, but neither was he sad. His mind was simply scattered.
 
Could Maajid’s words be true—had Fa’izah become more dominant than Fa’eez himself?
He was truly afraid of seeing Fa’izah again, but the meeting was inevitable. He needed courage—the kind that seemed to be slipping from his fingers—to end this tension affecting him, Fa’izah, their household, and the entire Bamalli bloodline.
 
Filled with determination, he booked himself on the British flight for the next morning.
 
He packed his luggage calmly. For the first time, he considered testing one of Maajid’s theories—softening Fa’izah’s heart, though he doubted it would work.
 
After packing, he changed clothes, grabbed his phones and Mastercard, locked the room, and drove a rental Camry out of the hotel parking lot.
 
He stopped at a jewellery store in the heart of Wales—no ordinary fashion store but one selling diamonds, sapphires, gold, and emeralds. The glass door opened automatically as he approached.
 
He examined thin diamond necklaces and selected one he believed would fit Fa’izah’s slender neck perfectly. The matching ring also suited her elegant fingers—the same fingers that once struck him with a bottle…
 
He smiled faintly at the memory, touched the scar she left on his head, now healed into a faint mark. He paid and the items were packaged in a royal box.
 
On his way back, he stopped at the NEXT clothing store and bought her several outfits—tops, skirts, trousers, jackets, sweaters—all premium quality. Then he bought her ESCADA perfumes (Sentiment and Magnetism).
 
That night he packed everything—three big suitcases: one for Fa’izah’s gifts, one for Mama and his siblings, and one for himself.
The next day he boarded the British Airways flight to Abuja.
 
The Return Home
 
Upon landing in Abuja, he called Yaya Sa’id, who came to pick him up from the airport. Yaya Sa’id, Aliyu Na’ibi’s younger brother, worked at the Federal Ministry of Agriculture and took Fa’iz home. They spent the night in Abuja, reconnecting, and the next day—Saturday—traveled to Giwa together. Sa’id dropped him in Kaduna (Jabi Road), and Fa’iz continued alone to Giwa.
 
Mama was completely shocked when she saw Fa’iz greeting at her door—a tall, broad-shouldered, majestic young man whose presence alone demanded attention. Whether woman or man, anyone would stare because Allah had blessed him with rare qualities not all men possessed.
 
Abubakar Mukhtar Abubakar—Fa’iz—was extraordinary from childhood to adulthood. Everything about him was different from his peers in the Bamalli family. He was handsome, commanding, and so dignified that wherever he walked in, people instinctively felt inferior—even those older than him. His presence was unmistakable.
 
Despite being stubborn and troublesome as a child, he was Mama’s most beloved out of her nine children—the one she struggled the most with before he finally built a future for himself. He couldn’t write until age ten and even studied for years without writing.