Kiran Rabo Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Didi quickly interrupted Omar, stopping him from speaking. She said, “Omar!” Her words made him pause and look at her. She then looked at Hajja and said, “Hajja, please, allow me to speak to him in private. I want to explain to him who Nayla really is because it seems he doesn’t understand. Please, Daddy,” she said, looking at Daddy.

Daddy said, “You have permission, Aisha, but don’t take too long. You see, we’re all waiting for you,” glancing at his wristwatch. “It’s already late.”

Didi replied, “Insha’Allah.” She walked closer to Omar, held his hand, and said, “Let’s go talk.”

“What talk? If it’s a talk, it should be done in front of everyone here.”

“I know, but come with me,” she said, pulling his hand. Reluctantly, he stood and followed her.

Once they were away from the hall, far enough that he wouldn’t hear her voice, she began. Lying back, he said, “Didi, let everything end for us today. Let’s resolve everything right now.” Didi looked at his face and saw the frustration and anger written across it. She could tell that if his anger remained, he wouldn’t even listen to her, and it would take a long time before he did.

“Omar!” He didn’t look at her, which made her speak more firmly: “Do not even think the word divorce in your heart regarding Nayla. I don’t want you to say it, and much less let it come out of your mouth. Accept her as your wife, please.” She looked him in the eye.

Omar simply stared at her, unsure of what to say. He kept looking at her, thinking—could this really be her? If it was her, then surely Didi had been through a lot.

“Please, do not reject this marriage. Do not divorce her now or in the future. What I want from you—even if her father himself called you and told you not to divorce her—you should accept the marriage. If he wants anything, let him follow proper channels.”

“Didi, do you know what you are asking?”

“I do, Omar. I’m asking you to accept this marriage. Nothing more.” He stared at her, blinking, before saying, “I know you don’t like her. And I know she has never caught your attention. I don’t know if being married to her made you lose some of your senses, because your words are not like those of a woman at peace.”

Didi said, “Say what you want, just do me this favor, please.” He didn’t reply, only let his eyes roam over her face. She continued, “I am asking this as your sister, your only sister in the world. Don’t turn your back on me, please, don’t embarrass me.” He shook his head, pursed his lips, and said, “I won’t accept it, Didi. I’ll be honest with you; I won’t deceive you. You know I’m not one to hide things, so I won’t hide what’s troubling me.”

“Omar, do it for me.”

“I won’t do it for you! Didi, I won’t! I won’t accept a marriage I don’t want, I won’t accept a marriage to a girl I don’t know, I won’t accept a marriage I wasn’t aware of. How would I even call it a marriage if I accepted it? Would it be charity?!”

Hearing the sharpness in his voice, Didi softened her tone: “Listen to me. All of this will come later, but for now, don’t say that you won’t accept her marriage. The girl is innocent. Only God knows why her father married her to you. He was angry at the time, and there must have been something that upset him so much that he made this decision.”

He gave her a sharp up-and-down glance before saying, “So, just because her father was angry, he had to take it out on me? Because of my behavior, he decided not to let me marry her? Or what?”

Didi said, “Whatever happens, just don’t say you won’t accept this marriage. Let’s go back,” intending to return. He stopped her and said, “I still won’t accept it. I don’t want this marriage—I never said I wanted it. Let them keep their daughter. I never agreed to be married to any girl.”

Didi softly replied, “Omar, I am speaking to you. I am pleading with you to agree.”

“It’s because it’s you, that I’m listening. Otherwise, by now I would have treated any other girl the same. I won’t accept this marriage.”

“Omar, I am asking you as a favor. You can’t do this for me?”

“I can’t! I won’t, Didi! I can do any favor for you, but not this. Change your mind— I won’t accept this marriage. Even being humiliated by having a marriage forced on me as charity, just me? Is it only me who is being humiliated in this town? Or am I the only one punished with a marriage forced this way?”

Seeing his anger and turmoil, she held his hand, shook him, and looked straight into his eyes. She said, “Omar, I am like a mother to you. Won’t you do what I want?” He met her gaze and said, “Like a mother? You say Didi, but I am not your mother. I won’t obey what you want if I don’t agree.”

Didi closed her eyes, then opened them again, exhaling, and said in a firm voice, “Fine, Omar. Do what your heart tells you. But I want you to know one thing: I swear to God, if you ever say the word divorce about Nayla again, if you dissolve this marriage between you, I want you to know there will be no ‘me’ or ‘you,’ Omar!” She pointed at him with her finger, angry.

He stared at her before he could respond, and she continued: “Yes! Did you hear what I said? I’m telling you again: if you refuse this marriage, don’t ever think you have a sister named Aysha in your life. Go live your life, and let me live mine. I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. There is no connection between us!”

“Omar, you’re saying this because of a marriage I don’t know, a marriage I don’t want, a marriage to a girl I don’t even know? And you say there’s no ‘me’ or ‘you’?” he asked, looking at her in astonishment and with anger.

“Yes, Omar! And not just now. If in the future you try to undo her marriage to you, there will be no ‘me’ or ‘you.’ If you want my happiness and for me to continue being like a sister to you, don’t say anything in the hall. If asked whether you want to stay with her as your wife, say yes. Otherwise, I swear, there will be no ‘me’ or ‘you.’ Did you hear me repeat it?”

Omar just stared at her, unsure what to do. Any other girl would be irrelevant—but Didi, his Didi, the one he loved more than anything in the world—how could he refuse her?

He clenched his jaw, stood up fully, his face red with anger, and his body trembling. Didi, seeing him silent, said, “We’ve left people waiting for us. If you’re going, then go, Omar. One day, may God reunite our paths in paradise. But if you want to follow me, then follow me.”

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