Auren Katin Kasa Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Hajiya Labiba entered and stood in front of the bed, then began speaking, “Get out from under that blanket quickly before I lose my temper.” Immediately, she threw off the blanket and nodded her head respectfully. She looked at her mother, who then said, “Tell me—what took you to his room at this time?”

There was a moment of silence before Hilma spoke. “Oh mummy, please stop this kind of thing, for God’s sake. What exactly do you think I went to do in his room, eh? I was lying down when he called me on the phone and begged me to make him coffee because he had a headache, so I went and gave it to him.” As she said this, she began to shed hypocritical tears.

Seeing that, Hajiya Labiba felt bad for accusing her daughter unfairly. She said nothing and walked angrily into Daddy’s room. As soon as she left, Hilma wiped her tears and said, “Honestly mummy, you over-investigate things too much,” then she lay back down.

Ibrahim, however, swore an oath that he would destroy Salima’s life. It was a vow he took firmly, without hesitation, and then he went to sleep.

Poor Salima spent the night crying—crying from deep sorrow. All she kept saying was, “You cheated me, you cheated me, wicked man. Insha Allah, Allah will repay me.” Her whole body was swollen and sore. With great difficulty, she managed to take a bath and then lay down.

The next morning, she struggled to get up and bathe. The abdominal pain returned sharply because of the beating she received the previous day, including blows to her stomach. She cried bitterly in the bathroom before coming out. There, she met Salim eating breakfast. After getting ready, she ate just a little and then lay down again.

At exactly twelve o’clock, she heard a knock on their door. Startled, she struggled to stand up. When she saw Daddy, she lowered her head. Angrily, he said, “Come to the parlor.”

Slowly, she walked to the main parlor where everyone was seated. Daddy and Mama Kareema were sitting on one couch, Ibrahim and Hilma on another, Hajiya Labiba on the edge of a seat, while Khady—who didn’t even understand what was going on—was standing aside.

Daddy looked at Hilma and said, “Repeat what you said yesterday.” She repeated everything exactly as before. When she finished, he looked at Khady, who was completely confused, especially since her name had been mentioned. Daddy then asked her, “Is it true what Hilma said—that Salima also told you such things?”

Hearing this, Khady gave a wicked smile and said, “Yes, Daddy. She told me twice. I didn’t take her seriously, that’s why I didn’t mention it.”

Hearing that, Daddy turned to Salima and said, “So today I have confirmed that Badaru’s blood truly flows in you—hypocrisy and betrayal. All the things I do for you people now—feeding you, clothing you, your schooling—is this how you repay me?”

Salima couldn’t say a single word. Being silenced even from crying, she suddenly burst into uncontrollable sobbing. Mama Kareema shouted at her angrily, “You wanted to destroy my family, and Allah exposed you. I swear, it’s only the court that will separate me from you people!”

Daddy quickly cut in, “Kareema, keep quiet. Are you the one making decisions here, or am I?” Everyone fell silent. Then Daddy continued, “From today onward, I am done with every responsibility I took upon myself for you—schooling and everything else. The only thing you are allowed is food. I don’t want to see you again. You will stay in this house, but live as though you don’t belong here. And you will pay dearly for attempting to destroy my home—you won’t get away with it.”

Hearing this, Kareema smiled widely and said, “You judged rightly, Alhaji. This punishment is appropriate.” Daddy ended the discussion and told everyone to leave. Everyone stood up and dispersed.

Salima was overwhelmed by pain—beatings, slaps, and emotional torment. She locked herself in her room the whole day and didn’t even drink water. Seeing the unusual silence, Mama Rabi peeped in to check on her. Seeing her suffering, she helped her bathe, gave her food, and then she lay down.

This was the reason they stayed out of school for a whole year. At first, they were worried, but later they stopped caring. They didn’t even step into the kitchen. Every day, they stayed in their room like prisoners. No one checked on them except Mama Rabi, who brought them food. Ishaq, who used to care about them, had already finished secondary school and traveled to Egypt for studies. That was why Amra couldn’t reach him by phone at all.

Amra became deeply troubled about her siblings. She cried constantly, unable to reach them. One day, she called Mrs. Abida, but the phone didn’t connect at all. From Mrs. Abida’s side, her phone had been lost, and when she bought a new one, she lost many contacts—including Amra’s. She was worried because she wanted to inform Amra that Salima was no longer attending school.

Another day, Amra decided to visit the house, but when she arrived, the gatekeeper told her they were not around and had traveled. That was an instruction given by Hajiya Kareema whenever anyone asked about the children.

Today was a weekend, and Amra had nothing to do. She sat resting her chin on her hand, lost in thoughts about her siblings. A knock at the door made her stand up. When she got close to the door, she asked who it was. Hearing Haifa’s voice, she quickly opened it. Haifa smiled warmly and said, “Babe, it’s me and Hammam. We went out for a drive and decided to stop by and say hello. Babe, you’re still worried about your siblings? Amra, I’ve told you to calm down. Wherever they are, they’re safe, okay?”

Haifa found a place to sit. Amra went into the kitchen, brought her water and croissants she had ordered earlier, and placed them on the center table because she knew Haifa loved croissants. Sitting beside her, Amra said, “Babe, you don’t understand. This thing worries me deeply. I regret not saving at least one family member’s number in my phone. Even Daddy—I only see his alerts. Haifa, my heart is really unsettled. It’s been over a year now and no one has checked on me. Worse, it’s my siblings—I don’t know what condition they’re in. I can’t reach Ishaq, I can’t reach Mrs. Abida, I can’t reach Salima. I cry every day because I know something is wrong. I can feel it in my body.”

She burst into tears. Haifa hugged her and comforted her. Amra felt great relief from Haifa’s visit; her worries eased a little.

Less than thirty minutes later, Hammam called Haifa to come out so he could drop her home. She wore her hijab down fully—she had only a vest on with a flowing skirt that made her look like a baby doll. Amra asked Haifa if she had spoken to him about the way he ignored them last time. Haifa explained that she suspected their office discouraged close relationships unless it led to marriage. That was why he ignored her, but now he had clarified everything.

Downstairs, they met him inside his red Lamborghini. He exchanged greetings with Amra, then they said goodbye and drove off. Amra returned to her apartment.

The next day, she did nothing but wash her clothes, then worked out. Ever since Basit behaved badly toward her, she lost interest in going to the gym and preferred exercising at home.

In the evening, she went to the mall to collect payment for their housemanship. Since it was halal money, she planned to buy things for herself. She bought sets of beautiful abayas, English outfits—tops with trousers, tops with skirts, English gowns—flat shoes because she liked them due to her height, and also very beautiful heels. After shopping extensively, she went to an expensive, classy restaurant.

She sat and ordered a platter of their special dishes. While waiting, she noticed someone heading to the restroom. She quickly looked again to be sure of who her eyes recognized, but before she could react, he entered. She brushed it off, assuming someone like that wouldn’t usually visit such a place, even though it was expensive—it still felt like a middle-class restaurant.

Inside the restroom, Amar turned on the tap and washed his sleeve where a waitress had spilled juice on him. After drying his hands, his thoughts drifted to his father. When his father was alive, this was his favorite restaurant. That was why, despite it not matching his usual standards, he liked coming there—it reminded him of happy moments with his parents. He smiled and returned to his table.

Different dishes were served—his favorites, the same ones he used to enjoy with his father. He began eating calmly when his phone rang. Seeing it was M-5, he waved to the waiter, handed over his card, paid, and stood up.

Amra was seated nearby, focused on her food. After finishing, she paid cash, stood up with her shopping bags, and turned to leave. Her eyes suddenly met Amar’s as he was about to exit. Upon seeing him, she opened her mouth to speak—but he acted as if he had never seen her and walked past.

She was filled with shock at the outright humiliation. She had almost greeted him, and if she had, he would have embarrassed her publicly. Silently, she walked away, cursing his arrogance in her heart.