Yar Bariki 2 Complete Hausa Novel

“Think deeply. How many married women’s rights have you violated by diverting their husbands’ attention? Allah will not let you go unpunished. Both in your health and your life, unless you repent, you will surely face retribution.”
Even now, lying alone on the hotel bed, these words echoed in her mind. The heavy burden in her heart kept her from joining the Hibba gathering. Instead, she decided to book a room and spend the night, intending to return home in the morning. She couldn't sleep; Haris' words had deeply shaken her. She recalled the expression on his face, one of sheer disappointment and disapproval of her lifestyle. She had never encountered anyone who displayed such disdain for her way of life as he did.
"That man you see is an Ustaz. He’s strict and doesn’t believe in enjoying life."
These words from K.B. about Haris replayed in her mind. She believed them now—Haris was a righteous man uninterested in the lifestyle they considered luxurious.
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Every time he closed his eyes, she appeared in his thoughts. He couldn’t forget the moment she looked at him with tears streaming down her face, tears he knew were insincere. But why couldn’t he stop thinking about her? He couldn’t forget how she walked away from the car, visibly dejected. Did that mean his advice had affected her? But then, why had she entered the hotel? He rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes, trying to avoid thoughts of a woman whose name he didn’t even know. Resolute, he stood up, performed ablution, and began praying extra prayers to distract himself.
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“Tomorrow, I’m heading back to Abuja. I want us to discuss something.”
Haris stopped writing and looked up with his sharp, piercing eyes at K.B., his face devoid of expression.
“Yes, I’m listening.”
K.B. took a deep breath and softened his voice, avoiding Haris’ gaze as he began.
“Look, Haris, I know I’ve done wrong. I know you’re angry with me and don’t even want to look me in the eye, but please, forgive me. I swear, aside from Baby Tasleem, there’s no other woman I’m involved with.”
“Baby Tasleem,” Haris repeated in his mind. It was only now that he learned her name. K.B. continued.
“I know I’ve wronged Yasmeen, as much as I’ve wronged myself. But the truth is, leaving Tasleem is extremely difficult for me. That’s why I’ve decided to marry her in the proper way.”
The harsh glare Haris gave him made K.B. avert his gaze in shame. He took another breath before continuing.
“Yes, Haris, don’t look at me like that. I want to establish the Sunnah, not live in sin. Although, honestly, Baby hasn’t agreed to it yet. She’s shown me that she despises marriage more than anything. This is my real concern. As my friend and brother, please help me with advice.”
Without waiting for Haris’ response, he got up and headed for the door, feeling the weight of his friend’s disapproval. At the door, he stopped without turning around.
“Just so you know, my feelings for Yasmeen haven’t changed. I love her deeply, but I also want to uphold the Sunnah. If you agree with my decision, please help me convince Tasleem so we can leave this lifestyle behind. Please, Haris. Goodbye.”
He left hastily without looking back, missing the visible shock on his friend’s face.
Haris held his head and closed his eyes, his heart racing. Marriage?! Between K.B. and Baby Tasleem?!
He repeated the thought to himself before leaning back on the chair and closing his eyes. But why was he so affected by this? Why did it trouble him? Well, of course, it was upsetting—after all, it was his sister that K.B. was planning to take a second wife over with a woman of ill-repute! It was only natural for him to feel anger and jealousy on her behalf.
He opened his eyes and thought of Baby—her beauty and sophistication—then contrasted it with his sister, who lacked Baby’s charm but excelled in modesty and purity. His sister was righteous; even at home, she barely spoke unnecessarily. She was quiet, just like Haris himself. That’s why he felt more affection and compassion for her than for any of his siblings. Could his sister possibly compete with a worldly, experienced woman like Tasleem?
"If you agree with my decision, please help me convince Tasleem so we can leave this lifestyle behind."
K.B.’s words came to his mind again. Clearly, he had tried to convince Tasleem to marry him, but she had refused.
Haris shook his head in frustration and anger.
“Kabir truly has no shame,” he muttered aloud.
The sound of his phone ringing interrupted his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and saw it was his father, Daddy. Quickly, he answered. After greetings and pleasantries, his father asked him to come to his office immediately. Haris agreed and hurriedly headed to the office of his father and mentor, Alhaji Idris.