NAMIJI ZUMA 3 COMPLETE HAUSA NOVEL

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<p>She ended her speech by giving him a sharp glare before opening the car door, getting in, and sitting down confidently. She realized, to her shock, that Rahama was nowhere to be seen, and a sudden surge of fear hit her. She gulped nervously and thought, “Oh no, what have I done? It’s me, Aishatu, who has managed to stir up this short-tempered man. May God save me! Where could Rahama have gone? I assumed she was in the car, that’s why I dared to talk to him with such recklessness, but it turns out she’s not here.”</p>
<p>Another voice in her mind spoke up, “Don’t you dare show any fear; otherwise, he’ll look down on you. This is already a big risk, so act confident.” She shifted in her seat, taking a calming breath, and turned her head away, as if he weren’t there. When she raised her eyes, she spotted Rahama walking with Meemah, and immediately felt a wave of relief, knowing he wouldn’t do anything to her in front of them.</p>
<p>The man gave a wicked side-smile, got out of the car, and shut the door. Inteesar gave him a disdainful look, muttering under her breath, “Arrogant jerk; it’s not fear—it’s just that I’m choosing to ignore you.”</p>
<p>She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Suddenly, she felt someone open the car door and enter. Her eyes flew open, and there he was, giving her that wicked smile and saying, “You don’t have to wear those clothes to show me you want attention, Hajiya. Let me help you scratch the itch with those tiny lemons you’ve got there since you seem to enjoy displaying them by not covering yourself properly with a hijab.” He finished his sentence, reaching toward her chest. Horrified, she quickly bolted from the car, running toward the house as she remembered how he had gripped her earlier. She dashed into her bedroom, opened Rahama’s wardrobe, grabbed a large hijab, and threw it on, stepping back out in haste.</p>
<p>Seeing how she fled in fear, Abdallah laughed heartily, his handsome features coming alive. He walked over to Meemah, who mistakenly thought he was smiling at her, and she quickly returned the gesture, adjusting her flowing abaya to let her curvy form shine through as she approached him. Just as she was about to hug him, he moved away and, with a scowl, said, “What kind of animal are you? Do you not see where you’re going that you’d put those filthy hands on me? I don’t have time for nonsense, stupid girl.”</p>
<p>After saying that, he stormed off, got into the car, and slammed the door. Meemah, embarrassed, quickly replied, “Sorry, Abdallah; I didn’t realize it was you. This won’t happen again.” Inside, though, she thought, “Just wait, Abdallah; I’ll have the last laugh. One day, I’ll have you right where I want you, like a servant to his mistress or like a camel with a heavy burden. I’ll turn you around like fried waina.”</p>
<p>Lost in this internal monologue, she saw Inteesar approaching the car. She quickly opened the front door and got in. Inteesar rolled her eyes, muttering, “Shameless! Why don’t you learn to keep out of where you’re not wanted? Always hungry for someone else’s affection, you’ll end up alone in the street, selling yourself. Who would even look at you, looking like you’re from some village in Ogomosho, with that clumsy, overbearing way you flaunt your bony chest up front like some clunky frying pan!”</p>
<p>After her outburst, she opened the back door, got in, and sat down. Meemah hissed, “This girl will get what’s coming to her.” She got in as well, and the tension simmered between them as Abdallah started the engine, and they drove off.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, Jameelah and Zaid finished their meal. Zaid took the dishes to the kitchen, then went to his bedroom to shower. Quickly, he dressed in a stylish black jalabiya, spritzed himself with his cologne, and was putting the last bottle away when the door opened. Through the mirror, he saw Jameelah dressed in a see-through nightgown, almost invisible. Smiling seductively, she showed her perfect teeth, and Zaid froze in place. She threw herself into his broad chest, and they let out a deep sigh together. She clung tightly to him as he kissed her neck and shoulders, caressing her until he finally picked her up and carried her to the bed. His passion took over, and he lost himself, pleasing her as she gasped with pleasure. After thirty minutes, he collapsed beside her, and she finally began to enjoy the moment.</p>
<p>In the car, only the melodious recitation of Surah Al-Ma’idah by Sudais could be heard as they drove, casting a peaceful silence. They pulled up at a grand mall, and Abdallah parked in a large space, shut off the car, and without a word, began to operate his phone. Meemah opened the passenger door and stepped out. Inteesar reached to open her own door but found it was locked. She looked back and saw Rahama had already exited, leaving her side closed tight. She tried to open the door again, but it remained shut. Her heart started pounding, and she ran her fingers over her chest, bare of any bra because of the trouble Abdallah had given her earlier.</p>
<p>As her best friend Hauwah’s words echoed in her mind, she whispered, “You were right, Besty. This man is just playing games with me. I’ll drop this nonsense and ignore him.” As she tried to calm her nerves, she heard his stern voice say, “Either you wipe that stuff off your lips, or I’ll come over and do it myself. I won’t stand around while you put on a show for everyone like that. Covering up is something you should’ve learned at home.” Without saying a word, she pulled out a tissue from her handbag and wiped her lipstick away.</p>
<p>She looked at him, stunned, as he walked around to open her door. She thought to herself, “Could he be setting me up for something? With his stubborn pride, why would he open the door for me unless he’s planning something?” As she pondered, he gently took her hand in his, and they felt an electric shock pass between them. They exchanged a quick glance before looking away, and she let him lead her, matching his steps as they entered the mall.</p>
<p>Meemah was examining an abaya when Rahama nudged her, saying, “Sis, guess what?” Excited, Meemah replied, “Tell me! What's the news?”</p>
<p>With a mysterious smile, Rahama whispered, “Look who’s holding hands over there—Romeo and Juliet.” When Meemah followed her gaze, she saw Abdallah and Inteesar holding hands as they walked into the mall. Her heart shattered at the sight, and tears rolled down her cheeks. She clutched her chest, the jealousy burning deep, but she composed herself, biting back the words she wanted to say.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, Abdallah asked Rahama, “Are you all finished with your shopping?” But before she could answer, he noticed Meemah sulking and questioned, “What’s wrong? Didn’t you get what you wanted?” She shook her head and forced a smile, replying, “No, I’m okay,” though her heart was filled with bitterness as she thought to herself, “Oh, so I’m the one who is wrong?”</p>
<p>“Let’s go back to the mall,” Rahama urged. Abdallah nodded, looking as if he knew exactly what he was doing. They walked, each lost in their thoughts.</p>
<p>As they shopped, Abdallah continued to keep Inteesar close, his hand holding hers protectively. He knew that many in the mall were watching them, yet he held her close as she whispered, “What are you doing? Everyone is watching us.” He replied, “They can look, but you are mine. As long as you’re mine, that’s all that matters.”</p>
<p>She let herself relax into his arm as they moved through the mall. Meanwhile, Meemah watched them from a distance, the sight like a knife in her heart.</p>
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