Zurfin Ciki Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Confession, Regret, and a Desperate Plea
She placed her hand on my shoulder and said, “Be patient, Mubarak. I know you love Nabeelah, and she loves you too. But you made the mistake of not expressing your love to her when she needed it most. I tried to reconcile you both, but I feared people would think I was forcing Nabeelah to marry my son against her will, since she grew up in my care. For that reason, I won’t involve myself directly in your problem, but I will support you in whatever decision you make. If you need me, you can find me in the living room.”
I looked at Nabeelah with tears filling my eyes and began to speak.
“Nabeelah, I love you. I truly do. I’m just one of those people who hide what’s in their heart. Please forgive me; I know I wronged you. Thank you—please get up and go. May Allah grant you a peaceful marriage and make it the best for you.”
I stood up, about to step out of the car, when she grabbed my hand and forced me back to sit. She spoke while crying bitterly, in a way that pierced the heart and stirred deep pity.
“Mubarak, at first I believed you loved me, but now I realize your love never truly touched your heart, since you’re willing to let another man marry me. I now know you don’t feel jealous over me, nor do you pity the kind of life I would live with another man who is not you. Know this: my heart will never accept separation from you. My body is forbidden to every other man except you. That is why I have resolved to have you by any means. Mubarak, try to love me the way I love you. Mubarak, please don’t disgrace me.”
I wiped the tears flowing down her cheeks, held her hands, and pulled her gently onto my chest.
“Nabeelah, trust my love for you. Don’t suspect me of anything except goodness. Nabeelah, I love you—and by Allah’s will, I am your husband.”
She quickly lifted her head from my chest, held my shoulders, stared into my face, kissed my forehead, then hugged me tightly, saying, “Truly, my happiness has doubled. My dream is fulfilled, and goodness has been confirmed for me.”
But then came the questions: What is the solution? How do we approach Abba? And time is not on our side…
A Sudden Decision and a Forced Marriage
I looked at Nabeelah resting on my chest and said it would be easier if we went to Uncle Aminu and explained our situation to him. I knew exactly what to tell him, and I was sure he would agree.
Immediately, I drove to my uncle’s house and found him sitting under a tree, resting after his meal. After exchanging greetings, he said,
“From the look on your faces, something is wrong. I can see worry written all over you. Is it that you don’t want the marriage?”
I replied, “Honestly, Uncle, Nabeelah doesn’t want to be married off to just anyone.”
He snapped back, “That’s nonsense! So this is why they’ve been hiding things from me? By Allah, that’s not true. Get up, let’s go to the house.”
I drove straight to the house. From the gate, my uncle was already shouting. As he entered, Mama and the others came out to greet him, but he didn’t even respond. He said loudly,
“As for Nabeelah’s marriage, I won’t force her anymore. She will tell us who she wants, and tomorrow I’ll marry her off to him.”
Nabeelah opened her mouth and said, “Uncle, it’s Mubarak I want.”
He burst into laughter and said, “Oh, then that settles it. She can sleep peacefully tonight. What nonsense—you’re wasting time over a family matter. I’ll conduct the marriage immediately. If you like, go and start your wedding celebrations.”
Abba came in and understood what was happening, but there was nothing he could do against my uncle, knowing his nature. My uncle became Nabeelah’s guardian, while someone else was appointed as mine, and the marriage was conducted immediately.
Mubarak took me straight to the beauty salon. From there, he took me to Aunty Nafeesat’s house. I bathed, wore an Ankara dress, covered my head lightly, and came out to meet him.
“Wow, Nabeelah, you look beautiful,” he said, pulling me closer. He kissed me until my breath nearly failed me, laid me on the bed, and began removing my clothes.
Truly, I never knew Mubarak was capable of such love until that day. If not, I would have lost a husband long ago. That was how we remained wrapped in love and affection, leading into ZURFIN CIKI – Book 2, Part 1.
Buried Secrets, Family Tensions, and Silent Decisions
Abba lay awake on his bed deep into the night, unable to sleep because of the problem troubling him. If he felt he couldn’t cope with his wife, he would ease her burden—but the matter of marrying Ummi was unavoidable, even if Alhaji did not support him.
“What is the solution now?” he asked himself. One voice within him whispered, “Pretend you never saw that document, since no one knows you did.”
Out loud, he said, “That’s true.”
He considered abandoning his plan, especially since Ummi wasn’t on the bed. The writing on the document dated back to the day Ummi was born—or perhaps her naming ceremony—and even carried her name. Silence seemed like the easiest solution.
But another voice questioned him: “If you do that, are you being fair to Alhaji and your mother? Even if she isn’t your biological daughter, doesn’t she deserve justice for the love they showed you?”
He reflected deeply until dawn broke. In the end, he decided to remain silent. He also abandoned the idea of divorcing his wife, knowing that doing so would make him Ummi’s husband. Swallowing the matter seemed best.
He bought gifts for his wife and provided what he could for Umma. When Alhaji arrived, he joined them, and preparations for a naming ceremony followed. Despite arguments, tension, and harsh words, the naming went ahead. The child was named Sulaiman, after Abba’s father.
Life continued—celebrations were held, guests were fed, and smiles were forced where bitterness lingered. Abba often visited the nursing mother, though peace was rare due to constant remarks from Hajiya Zainu. Umma bore everything quietly.
Meanwhile, Ummi, with her innocent curiosity, began taking small things—eventually even removing a SIM card from Umma’s phone one day, hiding it away. And just like that, unnoticed actions quietly planted the seeds of future trouble.