Ciki Da Gaskiya Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

The noise they heard made them realize what was happening. Quickly, Barau Modibbo’s eldest son peeped out. When he saw the security officers, he panicked. He tried to run, but that only worsened things for him, because Joseph shot him in the leg.

Khalil, who was hiding nearby, also came out quickly. He suddenly felt a gunshot in his arm from Haggai. He immediately held the spot and looked toward where the shot had come from. It was Barau Modibbo again. He fired another shot at Khalil’s stomach, but it didn’t penetrate because of the bullet-proof vest he was wearing.

Seeing this, Barau Modibbo quickly turned and ran into another room.

Khalil and some of the officers rushed after him despite the sharp pain in his arm, as blood had already begun soaking the yellow of his shirt.

They searched everywhere but couldn’t find Barau Modibbo. There was no place in the house they didn’t check, yet there was no trace of him. They didn’t know he had slipped out through a hidden door prepared for such a day.

Later, Khalil noticed the door. Gritting his teeth, he pushed Waldrop aside and examined it.

“Taheer, I think he escaped through here…” he said weakly, already feeling dizzy from the blood loss.

They all rushed there. Some officers went out through the door, which led to the back. They saw signs of a vehicle taking off, confirming he had escaped.

They returned to where Khalil was holding his arm and repeatedly closing his eyes. Adams quickly rushed to him. They had even forgotten that their boss had been shot. Yousef tore a bedsheet from a nearby bed, and Adams tied Khalil’s arm tightly to stop the bleeding.

They didn’t waste time. They left the house with the bodies of those Khalil had killed and the suspects they had arrested. They called Dr. Abraham, who said he was at the General Hospital and asked them to meet him there since they had told him their boss had been shot. Adams agreed and said, “Emmanuel, let’s go to the General Hospital.”

As Ramadan’s car was about to leave their hospital, Khalil’s vehicle drove in.

“That’s Khalil’s car,” Ramadan said, pressing the brakes.

Aysha felt a sudden sinking feeling in her chest as she remembered the state he left in earlier. They all stepped out. Ramadan rushed toward the car.

Khalil stepped out himself. One look at him showed he wasn’t well. He could barely lift his eyes to look ahead, causing him to stagger slightly. Ramadan quickly supported him, asking, “Khalil, are you okay?”

With his usual courage, he said, “Take me inside through the back. I don’t want them to panic. It’s just a gunshot.”

They went in through the back. Aysha and Fadeela hurried inside the hospital anxiously. They went straight to his office, where Bahama was already present. Shortly after, Dr. Abraham and Adams arrived.

Everyone left to allow the doctor do his work. Khalil sat on a chair, leaning back with his eyes closed while Dr. Abraham worked quickly. Khalil showed great bravery—aside from squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lips slightly, he made no sound. After the doctor removed the bullet, Khalil was drenched in sweat as if water had been poured over him, even though the AC was on.

Everything necessary was done, including giving him a sleeping injection. Dr. Abraham struggled to convince him to lie down on the examination bed because Khalil insisted on going home. The doctor told him to be patient—the injection would calm him first, then he could go.

Outside, Aysha paced back and forth in worry. Ramadan had called Baffah, who soon arrived. In distress, he asked what had happened to Mu’azzam. Adams explained that he had been shot, but before he could finish, Dr. Abraham came out. He confirmed the bullet had been removed and that Khalil was sleeping and would rest for a while because he had been given fluids.

Their worries eased somewhat—except for Aysha, who had been wiping her tears since earlier. Baffah noticed and came closer, comforting her and telling her to pray for him instead of crying.

Hours ago

After about five hours, Khalil woke up. By then the IV fluids had finished. Because of the tension everyone had gone through, the family had returned home during the evening prayer time. Aysha and the others had already been taken home by Ramadan.

They all sat in the living room, exhausted and silent. Only Hajiya Babba wasn’t there with her children; she was in her own section, also shaken after hearing what happened to Khalil.

When he entered, everyone stood up and gathered around him, since all the men of the house had been at the hospital. He sat in the main living room while they kept welcoming him back. Seeing how worried they were made him smile slightly.

“Relax, I’m fine,” he said.

They nodded weakly.

Aunty Mamie brought him tea. He took it and said, “Thank you, Mamie.”

She smiled and nodded.

He sipped slowly, looking at his family seated in the living room, including Hajiya Babba who had also come out. Her behavior surprised everyone—there was no scolding today; she was unusually gentle with Khalil.

He slowly lifted his eyes and looked at her. She stood behind the younger wife, clearly unsettled. He gave a faint smile and thought, My troublemaker—what has made her like this today?

Aysha, who didn’t realize he was looking at her, lifted her eyes to steal a glance at him, but their eyes met. She quickly looked away and pouted slightly. He also looked away and quietly said, “I’ll go freshen up and make up my missed prayers.”

Hajiya Babba, sitting beside him, asked, “What did you say?”

“Nothing, Mom. I’ll just wash up and pray,” he replied.

“Okay,” she said.

He stood up while they kept wishing him well. Hajiya Babba followed him and personally prepared his bathwater, fussing over him. She wanted to know if they had captured Barau Modibbo.

Her behavior surprised Khalil. This wasn’t the first time he had been shot, yet she had never treated him like this before; usually Aunty Mamie was the one who did. He didn’t think much of it and went to bathe while she stepped out to give him privacy.