Mar'adams 3 Complete Hausa Novel

He felt something coursing through his veins, and his heart was pounding so intensely it seemed it would burst out of his chest. “Surely, this face… this is the girl of my dreams standing right before me,” he thought. As they were caught in this moment, Some burst into the office door in extreme distress. Her voice trembling with fear, she began speaking, “Why do you always have problems? Maryama Hussein, what brought you into this office after I told you the boss doesn’t want to see you?”
“Sir, please forgive me; I didn’t realize when she came in,” Some said, nervously trembling. He raised his eyes—now glowing red—and fixed them on Some, whose body was visibly shaking. “Forgive me, sir. She’s a stubborn girl. I told her you didn’t want to see her. I’m very sorry, sir.”
“Watch your words, Madam,” he snapped. “They make me feel a certain way in my head. Did I come here, or was I brought in?”
His gaze shifted from Some back to Maryama, and their eyes met. Locked in an intense stare, he felt an electrifying sensation running through his body. It was a gaze so profound it seemed to strip his soul bare. In her mind, Maryama wondered, Why is he looking at me this way? Like he wants to consume me. She quickly broke eye contact as her heart began pounding uncontrollably.
His prolonged focus on her made Some suspect something unusual about her boss because she had never seen him look at any woman this way before. Typically, he wasn’t even fond of glancing at women. Some turned to Salim, who was also staring at Maryama with concern etched on his face.
With a trembling voice, she said, “You should know, or rather you all should know, that Maryama is above being insulted and is too qualified to work under heartless, unkind people like you.”
Her words sent a chill through ATA’s chest like never before. He stood frozen, glaring at her, unable to utter a word. He took two steps closer to her but could not bring himself to speak as he struggled to process her audacity. Maryama, however, maintained her stance, glaring back at him with defiance.
“For the second time, you’ve disrespected me. What wrong have I done to you?” Maryama asked, her voice breaking as she fought back tears. “Do you hate me that much, or is it my mere presence in your life that bothers you? I don’t understand why I even came here to be humiliated like this,” she added, her voice quivering.
ATA, overwhelmed, exhaled sharply. With his hands clenched into fists, he barked, “Some!”
“Yes, sir!” Some stammered, her body trembling. “Leave!”
“Okay, sir. I’m sorry,” she said quickly, turning toward the door. Maryama followed closely behind her, brushing against ATA as she passed. The brief contact sent a jolt of electricity through his body, causing him to stiffen momentarily.
Salim hurried after Maryama, blocking her path. “Please, Maryama, calm down. Whatever you want in this company, we are ready to provide it. Just give us a chance to talk.”
Maryama’s anger flared even further. “What can you possibly say to me after all this insult and disgrace? I am a patient woman, but don’t push me to do something I’ve never done to anyone in this world.”
“What wrong have I done to deserve this treatment?” she continued, glaring fiercely at Salim. “I won’t ask for your help, and I certainly won’t beg. Step aside and let me leave.”
As she made her way to the door, Salim blocked her again, prompting her to lift her hand in frustration and slap him hard across the face. Salim clutched his cheek in shock, staring at her as she turned to ATA and said, “Tell him to stay out of my life and let me be!”
ATA stood motionless, staring at her with a mix of shock and guilt. For the first time, he felt genuine regret for his actions.
“Salim, let her go,” ATA finally ordered, his voice heavy with resignation. Salim stepped aside, and Maryama walked out, her steps heavy with anger and disappointment.
Later, ATA slumped onto the sofa in his office, clutching his head as if to quell the storm raging inside him. Salim approached him, his cheek still red from the slap. “You let her go, ATA? After all these years of searching for her, you let her walk away?”
ATA glanced at him briefly but remained silent, the turmoil in his chest rendering him speechless. Finally, he muttered, “Salim, that woman is married.”
Salim froze in disbelief. “Married? Maryama? Are you sure?”
ATA nodded, his eyes clouded with pain. “Yes, she’s married, Salim,” he said, his voice barely audible.
At that moment, Ammar walked in, holding some documents. “It’s true,” he confirmed. “Maryama is married. I’ve known all along.”
ATA stared at Ammar, his heart sinking further. “Why didn’t you tell me, Ammar? Why didn’t you tell me she was married?”
“I thought you’d figure it out yourself,” Ammar replied, his tone laced with regret. “You’ve wasted so much time chasing shadows, ATA. Now, it’s too late.”