Darajar yayana part 4 Complete Hausa Novel

<p>I looked at him with intense fear, clutching my chest.<br>"Me? Why?" I asked, confused.</p>
<p>A slap landed on my face! He then said, "I can't stay with you; you're betraying me."</p>
<p>I clung to the spot, stunned, my senses momentarily dulled. It all felt like a dream. It wasn't until I started crying that I regained some clarity. I raised my head and looked at him.</p>
<p>"What proof do you have to accuse me of such a thing, brother?"</p>
<p>He stormed out. I sat on the bed, trying to catch my breath, my stomach churning. Moments later, he returned. Out loud, I prayed, <em>'Allahumma ajirni fimusibati…'</em> He set up his laptop, glaring at me.</p>
<p>"Come and see my proof. I know you think you can outsmart me."</p>
<p>He opened his inbox.</p>
<p>"Read this, even though I know you'll deny it," he said.</p>
<p>Despite my blurry vision, I strained to read it. The first message read:</p>
<p>"My name is Sulaiman, and I don't need to tell you where I am, but I'll show you what your wife is up to with a teacher at the school where she works. You may wonder how I know? He's the one who tells me everything and forwards their conversations to me. He also told me you're a police officer working in Abuja."</p>
<p>The message continued with responses between him and Sulaiman:<br><strong>Aliyu:</strong> "Why are you telling me this?"<br><strong>Sulaiman:</strong> "Out of sympathy for you, hoping that one day Allah will send someone to help me too, even if not in a similar situation."<br><strong>Aliyu:</strong> "I hear you."<br><strong>Sulaiman:</strong> "Alright, I'll forward it to you."</p>
<p>Then, my name appeared:<br><strong>Sadiya Abubakar:</strong> "I hear you, teacher. I just stepped aside to avoid anyone suspecting I'm with you."<br><strong>Teacher:</strong> "Okay. So, what's the news? I can't wait to see your beautiful face tomorrow. I love you more than my wife because you're better than her in every way. Can't we arrange something so we can spend the night together somewhere?"<br><strong>Sadiya Abubakar:</strong> "It won't be possible now because of my pregnancy. But wait until I give birth. If I had met you earlier, I wouldn't have married my husband, who is barely ever home and has taken another wife."</p>
<p>The conversation continued with intimate messages and photos, including a forwarded picture of lips with a message:<br>"These are for you, my love. I love how soft your hands feel when we're together."<br><strong>Sadiya Abubakar:</strong> "Really, my love? Thank you. I'll log off now; my kids just came back from school."</p>
<p>The messages broke me. My body was drenched in sweat, and tears streamed down my face. I looked up at him.</p>
<p>"Brother, you believe this? I swear I know nothing about this! My account wasn't even opened in my name," I said.</p>
<p>He shouted at me, "Shut your mouth! Isn't that your name? Is that not your inbox? Or do you think someone else can access another person's inbox?"</p>
<p>I tried explaining, but he cut me off. "Are you still trying to deceive me? You've discussed my private matters with someone. Allah is my witness, Sadiya. Know that our marriage is over."</p>
<p>"Aliyu, please investigate this matter!" I pleaded, trembling.</p>
<p>He retorted, "This isn't something to investigate. It's clear."</p>
<p>He walked to the drawer, pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote something. I cried out, "Aliyu, don't divorce me! It's not good to divorce a pregnant woman!"</p>
<p>Before I knew it, he handed me the paper. I didn't take it, but I could see it read <em>"SAKI DAYA"</em> (One Divorce). I looked up at him, but his face blurred before me, and darkness overtook me.</p>
<p>When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a hospital. A doctor and a nurse were speaking to my mother. I softly asked, "Did I have a miscarriage?"</p>
<p>My mother replied, "No, you gave birth, but the baby didn't fully develop. The doctors have placed him in an incubator."</p>
<p>Relieved yet devastated, I muttered, "So, I've completed my 'Iddah' (waiting period)."</p>
<p>Tears streamed down my face as I asked my mother, "Does this mean I'm no longer his wife?"</p>
<p>She tried to calm me, but the reality sank in. My mother prayed for me, and I resolved to endure this trial.</p>
<p>After two days, I started recovering, though no one from my husband's side, not even my children, had visited me. It broke my heart. A week later, I was discharged, and my brother Usman took care of my bills and brought me home to my mother's house.</p>
<p>That night, Usman visited and spoke about naming the child. I gave him the baby and let him decide. He chose <em>Abubakar</em>, my father's name.</p>
<p>Later, Usman comforted me, saying, "Sadiya, I believe someone set you up. This kind of thing can be done online—someone could hack or create a fake account to spread lies. Don't lose hope; the truth will come out one day."</p>
<p>My heart ached, but I decided to leave my fate to Allah.<br><br></p>
<p>The next morning, I picked up Iya's phone and called Aunty Abida, asking her to collect my clothes and Baby's clothes from Yaya Ali's house. Iya said it wasn’t just about the clothes; she promised to arrange transportation for all my belongings later.</p>
<p>True to her word, that day they moved my bed, the chairs from the living room, and my kitchen items. Iya herself went to the house. Mujidat was chatting joyfully in their dialect, bringing along the neighbor’s children and Aunty Abida to pack everything.</p>
<p>I said, “Iya, where are Kausar and the others?” She replied, “They’re at school.”</p>
<p>I started crying, insisting that I wanted my children back. I swore that Mujidat couldn’t take care of them. Iya tried to calm me down, saying, “Sadiya, I know it hurts, but you need to be strong and focus on Gadanga. Just bear with it.” I reluctantly agreed.</p>
<p>Within a few days, I had lost weight and was weak, unable to eat, until Iya scolded me. I couldn’t stop thinking about my children and desperately wanted to see them. One day, Aisha came to visit, and I begged her to check on my children for me. However, when she got there, the house was locked.</p>
<p>I called Yaya Usman in tears, asking about my children. He told me, “Sadiya, please be patient; they’ve all moved to Abuja.” Even Iya was furious, saying, “He didn’t even have the decency to inform me before leaving town!” I cried over my children for more than a week, until Iya made me write a note surrendering my complaint. Despite that, I couldn’t truly let go.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, Aliyu sat in his office chair, unable to focus on his work despite his love for his job. Leaning back against the wall, his mind wandered to the day he found Sadiya unconscious and carried her to the hospital. Not even when his father died did he cry as much as he did over Sadiya’s betrayal.</p>
<p>Out loud, he muttered, “Sadiya, how did I wrong you? What didn’t I do for you? Why did you betray me with my own brother when I am your husband?” Looking up at the ceiling, he said, “I love you, Sadiya, but I can’t be with you.” He got up abruptly and headed home.</p>
<p>As expected, he found the children sitting in one place. Mama was resting her head on Kausar’s lap, while Al’amin leaned against her shoulder. Aliyu squatted in front of them and asked Kausar, “Have you been sitting here all this time? Where are your toys?”</p>
<p>She looked at him with her bright eyes and said, “Abba, please take us to Mommy. Mama has been crying, and I lied to her that you were going to bring Mommy.”</p>
<p>He hugged them tightly and said, “I’m sorry, I’ll take you to her soon. Where’s your aunt?” Kausar frowned and replied, “She’s inside.” Aliyu gently touched Al’amin’s face and was surprised to see tears in the boy’s eyes.</p>
<p>“Have you eaten?” Aliyu asked.</p>
<p>Kausar shook her head. “No, we’re not hungry.”</p>
<p>Aliyu picked up Mama, whose body was hot with fever. Concerned, he called Mujidat, who was lounging in bed and busy chatting with her friends on her phone. She put the phone under her pillow before coming out.</p>
<p>Aliyu asked angrily, “How could you neglect these children?”</p>
<p>“What do you expect me to do? They refused to eat, and I even turned on the TV for them, but they ignored it. What else should I do?”</p>
<p>Aliyu told her to wear her hijab so they could take Mama to the hospital. Reluctantly, she accompanied him. After Mama was treated and given an injection, they returned home. That night, Aliyu made room for the children in his own bedroom.</p>
<p>When Mujidat came into the room, all dressed up for her husband, she found the children lying on his bed. Aliyu sat with his head in his hands. Stunned, she asked, “Are they staying here tonight?” Without looking at her, he replied, “Yes.”</p>
<p>She clicked her tongue in frustration and stormed off to her room. This incident deepened her resentment toward the children. Determined to do something about them, she plotted her next move.</p>
<p>Aliyu, however, stayed awake all night, watching the children and shedding tears. He couldn’t tell whether he cried out of pity for the children or because of the betrayal their mother caused him.</p>
<p>In the middle of the night, Mama woke up crying for her mother, calling out, “Mommy, Mommy.” Aliyu, alarmed, gave her medicine and comforted her until she fell asleep. Kausar also woke up and sat on the bed quietly, tears in her eyes. Aliyu hugged her and reassured her, saying, “My daughter, please don’t blame me. Your mother caused this. Be patient, and I’ll take you to her in two days, okay?”</p>
<p>He calmed her down until she fell asleep.</p>
<p>At 4 a.m., Aliyu was called to work due to a robbery at a nearby house. He left, his heart heavy with thoughts of the children.</p>
<p>After he left, Mujidat went back to her own bed, muttering that no one would disturb her sleep. She ignored Mama’s cries for her mother. Kausar woke up and placed Mama’s head on her lap, trying to soothe her.</p>
<p>“Don’t cry, Mama. Should I call Mommy for you?” she asked. Mama quieted down.</p>
<p>Al’amin woke up too, and they discovered that Mama had soiled herself. They didn’t know what to do. Mama’s body was weak, and Kausar couldn’t lift her. They stayed there, crying until morning.</p>
<p>Kausar went to Mujidat’s room and found her bathing her own child. “Aunty, Mama has soiled herself,” Kausar said. Mujidat glared at her and snapped, “What’s that got to do with me? Go clean her up yourself.”</p>
<p>Heartbroken, Kausar returned to Mama, and they continued to stare at her helplessly.</p>