Kiran Rabo Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Didi quickly interrupted Omar before he could speak and said, “Omar!”

The way she called his name made him stop and look at her.

She then turned to Hajja and said,

“Hajja, please allow me to speak with him privately. I want to explain to him who Nayla really is; it seems he doesn’t even know who she is. Please, Daddy,” she added, looking at her father.

Daddy said,

“You have permission, Aisha, but don’t take too long. As you can see, we are all waiting.”

He glanced at his wristwatch and added, “It’s already getting late.”

Didi replied, “In sha Allah.”

She walked over to Omar, held his hand and said,

“Come, let’s talk.”

“What are we going to talk about? If there’s something to discuss, it should be said here in front of everyone.”

“I know. Just come with me,” she said, pulling his hand until he reluctantly stood up and followed her.

They walked far away from the living room because she knew his voice carried strongly, and if they stayed close everyone would hear what he said.

He pulled his hand away and said,

“Didi, let everything end today. Let everything be settled right now.”

Didi looked at him and her heart sank when she saw the anger clearly written across his face. Even the veins on his head were visible because of how furious he was. She knew that whenever he was angry, he would not listen to her, and it could take a long time before he calmed down enough to hear what she wanted to say.

“Omar!” she called again.

He did not look at her, so she continued,

“Do not pronounce the word divorce against Nayla. Not even in your heart—I don’t want you to say it. Don’t even let that word reach your tongue. Please accept her as your wife according to the Sunnah.”

Omar simply stared at her in silence. He didn’t even know what to say. He kept studying her face, wondering if this was really Didi speaking. If it truly was her, then perhaps she had lost her senses.

“Please accept this marriage. Don’t divorce her now or later. Even if her own father calls you and tells you to divorce her, don’t do it. Accept the marriage first—everything else can be settled later.”

“Didi, are you sure you know what you’re saying?”

“I do, Omar. I’m telling you to accept this marriage and not divorce her.”

He stared at her again before saying,

“I know you don’t even drink palm wine, otherwise I would think something had clouded your mind. Maybe living with your husband has affected your thinking a little, because your words don’t sound like those of someone thinking clearly.”

Didi replied,

“Say whatever you want. I just want you to grant me this favor.”

Omar said nothing; he only kept studying her face.

She continued,

“I am asking this favor as your older sister, your blood, the only sister you have in this world. Please don’t turn your back on me. Don’t embarrass me.”

He shook his head and said,

“I won’t accept it, Didi. It’s better I tell you the truth instead of deceiving you. You know I don’t hide things. I will not hide what is in my heart.”

“You will do it because of me, Omar.”

“I will not do it because of you! Didi, I won’t. I will not accept a marriage I don’t want. I will not accept a marriage with a girl I don’t even know. I will not accept a marriage I didn’t even know was happening. If I accept it, what should I call it? A forced marriage or a charity marriage?”

Hearing the thunder in his voice, she softened her tone and said,

“Listen to me. All those matters can be settled later, but for now don’t say you won’t accept the marriage. That girl has done nothing wrong. Only Allah knows why her father decided to marry her to you. Perhaps he was angry at the time and made that decision. It seems something must have upset him deeply before he made that choice.”

Omar looked her up and down with a sharp glare and said,

“So just because her father was angry, he traveled all the way from another town to this place—and the only person he could release his anger on was me? Was it because of my bad character that he chose to marry her to me, or what?”

Didi replied,

“Whatever the reason, just don’t say you won’t accept the marriage. Come, let’s go back.”

She turned as if to leave, but Omar stopped her and said,

“I am not accepting it. I don’t want marriage—I never said I needed one. Let them keep their daughter. I never asked anyone to marry me off to any girl.”

Didi turned back slowly and said,

“Omar, it’s Didi speaking to you. I’m begging you—please agree.”

“The only reason I’m still listening is because it’s you. If it were anyone else, I would have knocked them unconscious by now. But this marriage—I will not accept it.”

“Omar, I’m begging you. Can’t you do this one thing for me?”

“I can’t! I won’t, Didi! I can do any favor for you except this one. Change your mind—I will not accept this marriage. Have they lost their senses that they couldn’t find anyone else to force into a charity marriage except me? Is it because I am the most worthless person in this entire city, or because I’m the only one whose life can be used as punishment by marrying that girl to me?”

Seeing how he had completely lost control and was pouring out anger, Didi grabbed his hand and shook him. She stared straight into his eyes and said,

“Omar, I am like a mother to you. Won’t you do what I ask?”

He stared right back into her eyes and replied,

“You said like a mother, Didi—but you are not my mother. I will not obey you in something I don’t want!”

Didi closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. She took a deep breath and looked at him firmly before speaking in a hard voice:

“Fine, Omar. Do whatever you want. Go and follow whatever your heart tells you to do. But know one thing: I swear by Allah, if you ever pronounce the word divorce against Nayla and break the marriage between you, then understand this clearly—from that moment, there will be no you and me, Omar.”

She said this angrily, pointing her finger directly at him.