Abban Sojojin Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

The ringing of the phone immediately jolted Aunty Babba, who was lying on the bed, fast asleep. Her fingers couldn’t even move because of the deep sleep. She made a face as if being disturbed.

Ishaq, standing in front of the mirror adjusting himself, raised his voice slightly:

“Madam, pull yourself together and answer that call! It seems important; the phone has been ringing for some time.”

Aunty Babba groaned and struggled to sit up. She was wearing a purple sleeping dress—top and bottom. Her face looked dazed and sluggish. She reached for the phone on the bedside drawer, glanced at the screen, and saw the name Hayaam. Her face tightened as if she had seen something unpleasant. She answered the call, holding the phone to her ear. With a stern voice, she said,

“Why are you calling me at this hour? Did you call to finish off your shamelessness toward me or your father?”

On the other hand, Hayaam replied, “Oh, Aunty Laila, I haven’t forgotten what happened between us…”

Before she could continue, Aunty Babba cut her off sharply:

“If you haven’t forgotten, I certainly haven’t. Tell me why you called me, or I’ll hang up!”

Ishaq watched silently, thinking to himself, She speaks like a reckless child. Doesn’t even know shame… she just keeps acting out. God, why did He pair me with this girl?

Worried, Hayaam softened her voice and said,

“Aunty Laila, we’re in a big problem… everything we planned has been disrupted.”

Hearing this, Aunty Babba’s face fell. In a low voice, she asked,

“Hayaam, what happened? What problem are you talking about?”

“Hayaam said, “Aunty Laila, it turns out the girl working in their house is actually Uncle Abusufyan’s daughter!”

The news hit Aunty Babba like a thunderclap. She jumped up, shouting in disbelief:

“What nonsense! When did Abusufyan get married? This must be a lie… some fool is lying to you!”

Ishaq’s attention snapped to the situation. The news was so shocking that he stopped what he was doing and asked,

“Which Abusufyan are you talking about?”

Aunty Babba, panicked, blinked rapidly and forgot that Ishaq was even in the room. Her mind in chaos, she attempted to leave the room but instinctively headed for the toilet.

Ishaq raised his voice:

“Don’t go to the toilet with the phone in your hand!”

Confused, she turned instead toward the wardrobe, bumping into it with her head before realizing where she was. Gathering herself, she left the room, heading downstairs. She moved toward the old storage room where she had once locked up Hosana. There, in the corridor, she paused to listen to Hayaam.

“By God, Aunty Laila, it’s true. I heard everything when their Uncle was scolding Junaid. Aunty Azmee herself confirmed it. But the thing that shocks me most… the children are triplets, all girls, and they look exactly alike. You can see they are his children…”

Aunty Babba pressed one hand to the center of her forehead, holding the phone to her ear with the other.

“Hayaam, I will never believe your words. How could this even happen? A man who has never married is supposed to have three children? That’s impossible! You know it’s not right to frighten a Muslim like this. If this is a joke, stop it immediately!”

Hayaam, frustrated, hung up the phone. She burst into tears, the overwhelming sorrow weighing heavily on her chest and heart. Her whole body ached with distress.

Aunty Babba looked at the phone, then sighed and shook her head. “I knew in my heart she was lying… she did it to scare me into compliance. What a fool!”

“Mommy, you’re awake!” Hafsat’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

Turning around, Aunty Babba saw Hafsat standing with a smile. She wore a jeans top and pants, her hair tied back with a ribbon, holding a cup of hot tea, steaming as it swirled.

Seeing Hafsat smile, Aunty Babba immediately sensed something was wrong. It was unusual for Hafsat to smile in the early morning.

Aunty Babba smiled back: “You seem well. I see you’re smiling?”

“I’m fine, Mommy. Something very joyful happened. I know if you hear it, you’ll be very happy too,” Hafsat said softly.

Aunty Babba’s voice brightened: “Tell me, daughter. I really want to hear this joy. Did you get a raise or promotion at work?”

Hafsat laughed, shaking her head: “Mommy, it’s better than all of that. But finish your tea before I tell you.”

She gently handed the cup to Aunty Babba, who sipped the tea slowly, nearly three times before pausing. “Daughter, please tell me… I really want to know!”

“I’ll tell you, Mommy, but let’s go inside the parlor and sit down,” Hafsat said.

“Why go inside? Just tell me here. You’re teasing me!” Aunty Babba protested.

Hafsat replied, “Not long now. I called Aunty Azeema to greet her, and she immediately told me that Uncle Abusufyan’s children have been revealed…!”