Kanwar Maza 3 & 4 Complete Hausa Novel

The staff of the place approached them, but Adam stopped them, because Rumaisa had said something extremely important.

“You know from the start what connected me to you, and I will never take back what I said. I will never withdraw it. Sabir, if you see the chance, take it to the ends of the earth; do whatever you think is right. I have never despised anyone in this world like I despise you. Even the bandits I once sat with respected me. Because of what you said about me—saying I would conspire with you to harm your child—thankfully, from today I will never set foot in your house again, God willing. As long as I am alive, as long as my mother and my elder siblings exist, I will never come to this house again.”

Her words tumbled out, mixed with tears, as she turned toward the gate.

Adam’s body went cold; certainly, her words had hit hard.

Quickly, she left, crying, following the road. Even if he wanted to stop her, she would not get into his car. A fire of resentment continued to burn in her heart; anyone trying to separate her from Sabir was her greatest enemy.

Meanwhile, Mummy sat quietly, thinking, occasionally smiling to herself.

Mummy looked at him and asked, “What’s with that smile? Did her return make you happy?”

He smiled again. “I met a girl I didn’t expect, then she appeared before me. Everything about her—her poise, her character—it’s just amusing.”

Mummy looked at him calmly. “Are you saying you’ve fallen in love?”

“Love? She’s just a young girl. But what she said surprised me. She’s the one who brought back the baby everyone is talking about, the Aisha Turaki baby. She came to see her child, and she said if she came, she shouldn’t be stopped. The girl is unusually strong-willed; her words are beyond her age. There’s mischief in them, but wisdom too. What amazes me is how she handled me confidently, almost accusing me as if she knew the whole story herself.”

Confused, Mummy said, “Wait, you mean the girl who brought the Aisha baby to this house? And you say she’s young?”

“Yes, you all in the house know better than me. I don’t know anything about the matter. I only know the girl is young—her age is barely three, I think.”

“What! You mean a three-year-old brought the baby said to be Adam’s? But these people are careful, how could a three-year-old snatch a baby from armed men?”

Mahmud shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“But wait, the girl is still here, right? I need to see her.”

“Mummy, why do you want to see her? No need. Please, don’t meddle in their affairs or follow them until you know what they are involved in. That’s why they disrespect you. Let them handle their own problems,” he said, standing up.

Mummy followed him with her eyes but could say nothing. She could only marvel at the situation—how a mere thirteen-year-old could snatch a baby from armed men.

Meanwhile, Rumaisa was walking, crying, feeling the sting of the harsh words. She had barely reached the street when someone grabbed her hand. Angrily, she looked up, but the pressure made her stumble. Furious, she struggled, trying to pull away, saying, “What have I done to you?”

She could never forget Sidi’s face, the same one who had delivered her to Adam.

He ignored her, opened the back of the car, threw her inside, and closed it. Adam rolled down his window and nodded at Sidi, then rolled it up and began driving.

“Sir, stop! I want to get out of this car! I don’t want you to take me to your house!”

He ignored her and continued driving.

“I told you to let me out! Why are you doing this to me? Let me out!”