Ajiya A Duhu Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Seeing that the journey did not seem to be ending, she reached up to slightly adjust her eyeglasses and looked up at the road. It was still raining, though that did not stop her from realizing that they had already started leaving the city of Jos. For the first time, she looked at RK with surprise, and the moment she raised her head he quickly stopped the secret glances he had been stealing at her. She looked as though she wanted to speak, but then she turned her face away.

She returned her attention to the book, though she was not really reading. She simply sat quietly, turning over in her mind the words she wanted to say. After gathering some courage, she finally spoke softly in the gentle voice that people like RK rarely had the privilege of hearing.

“After that station we passed, is there another one ahead that I noticed we went past?”

Her short statement struck him deeply. He closed his eyes briefly, opened them again, and smiled before replying,

“I can’t drop you anywhere in this rain. Please bear with me until we reach Abuja.”

She lifted her head as if to look at him but then changed her mind. Instead, she returned to the book and lightly bit the edge of her lips. RK smiled slightly because he understood that whenever she bit her lips like that, it meant she had reached the peak of her frustration and had nothing left to say.

“Please be patient,” he added gently.

She did not respond to him. Instead, she continued pretending to read. RK also fell silent and turned his attention to Zezaa and the others since it seemed she had reluctantly accepted the situation. While she kept reading, they continued chatting among themselves. Their frequent laughter and interruptions began to irritate her, so she put on her Bluetooth earpiece, set the book aside, and closed her eyes. Soon she fell asleep while listening to the recitation of the Qur’an by Gwani Abdullahi Zaria.

As they were about to enter Abuja, it was still raining, and Maanal was sleeping deeply because she had not slept well the previous night. RK silently prayed that they would pass through Abuja before she woke up, because he knew she might insist on getting down there. But his prayer was not answered. Shortly after they passed the city, she woke up. She first checked the time, then turned to look at Zezaah and the others.

“Where are we now?”

They looked at each other briefly before Zezaah quickly replied,

“We’ve already passed Abuja.”

Surprised, Maanal looked outside and said,

“We’ve passed it? Isn’t this the Suleja road? Or isn’t there Madalla around here?”

The way she finished her question while staring at RK made him scratch his forehead and sigh. He nodded when he saw how intensely her eyes were fixed on him, unsettling his thoughts.

She turned away and said,

“Well, Alhamdulillah. Then you can just drop us at Dikko; we’ll get a vehicle to Kaduna from there.”

His face showed clear worry. Almost pleading, he said,

“Come on, what’s left now, Baby? Since we’ve already come this far, going a bit further won’t hurt. Please let’s just continue. Abuja is not far from Kaduna.”

The way he spoke as though he might cry only made her more annoyed. This man simply refused to understand. She didn’t know what else to do to make him get the point. Despite all her attempts to stop him from taking them to Kaduna, he continued driving. She turned back to her novel and ignored him completely while Zezaah and the others continued chatting with him. Even when they teased her, she didn’t respond.

When they reached Kawo, she said she would get down there. He pretended not to hear her. Annoyed, she turned to Neesa and the others. Though her voice remained calm and composed, her irritation was clear as she said,

“Gentlemen, please drop me here since it seems everything is going your way.”

Before they could answer, RK quickly said,

“Sorry, Baby, it’s not their fault. I just want to drop you right at your doorstep, please.”

This time she shot him a sharp glare. He blinked slowly and met her gaze. If she had known how much that glare affected him, she might have pitied him and stopped. Seeing that she was about to overwhelm him, he cleared his throat and put on a pleading expression.

“Please have mercy on me. That glare hurts me,” he said softly, almost whispering as he tried to move slightly closer to her.

She pulled away and leaned against the door, closing her eyes tightly. After that, she did not say another word. Neesa and the others were the ones who guided him through the streets until they reached Maanal’s neighborhood, one of the prestigious areas of Kaduna.

They stopped in front of a large white gate decorated with golden designs. RK let out a deep breath while admiring the house.

“So she’s from a wealthy family after all,” he thought. “This place truly deserves to be called a mansion.”

Maanal getting out of the car snapped him out of his thoughts. He quickly got out as well. As she tried to open the trunk, he hurried to take down her suitcase for her. He then turned to help with Neesa’s luggage, but Neesa quickly grabbed her own bag. By then, Aneesa and the others had already understood what Maanal intended to do, so they all stepped out.

Zezaah tried to speak to her, but Maanal shot her a look that clearly meant, “Stay out of this.” She pulled her suitcase and started walking ahead. After taking a few steps, she turned back and looked at RK, who stood there like a statue.

Behind her glasses, she slowly blinked and said,

“Thank you for your effort. May Allah reward the bond between us. But please forgive me and stop stressing yourself. Just as I told you from the beginning, the truth is still the same. May Allah grant us something better.”

Before he could react, she had already gone inside the house.

He hurried forward as if to follow her, but the security guard standing inside immediately blocked his path. RK had no choice but to stop, placing a hand on his forehead as he let out a heavy sigh.