Kwarton Manya Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

“What kind of heart does he even have? Hmph… just a cold-hearted person.”

“Are you talking?” she suddenly heard his voice interrupt her.

She quickly covered her mouth and shook her head.

“No, I wasn’t talking.”

She went to the dressing mirror and got herself ready, applying sweet-smelling body cream before quickly walking out to the living room.

He secretly watched her as she left the bedroom, noticing the way she walked—despite her injuries, she was still enduring.

He returned to his laptop, continuing his research. He had never been to Japan before—this was his first time—but strangely, he felt unusually happy that day, though he didn’t know why.

After about fifteen minutes, he finished and came into the living room. There, he saw Zainabu sitting in the middle, surrounded by different kinds of food, eating like someone who hadn’t eaten for a year.

He sat down and turned on the TV, but his attention kept drifting back to her. He watched as she ate heavily—drinking soda, eating meat—then shook his head in disbelief.

“What kind of girl is this? Do women really eat like this?” he thought.

Zainabu noticed his stare and said boldly,

“That look you’re giving me—I’m very used to it.”

He touched his lips and smiled slightly, his dimples showing.

“I’m just surprised.”

“Surprised? About what?” she said, chewing liver aggressively, as if she was angry even while eating.

He adjusted himself and said mockingly:

“With the way you eat, of course I’m surprised. I’ve never seen a woman eat like you.”

Instead of being offended, she laughed and replied:

“Well, now you’ve seen it. I’m Zainabu—and I’m strong.”

He looked away slightly, biting his lips, annoyed that she didn’t react angrily.

“So she’s not even offended?” he thought.

He got down from the chair and sat on the carpet close to her.

“Strong? Which strength?” he asked.

She pouted, realizing he was trying to insult her.

“I’m asking you—who was the one crying and begging earlier?”

Anger and embarrassment hit Zainabu at once. She turned her face away and stopped eating.

That pleased him, and it showed on his face.

“No answer?” he said, lifting her face to look at him.

“Let’s try again now and see who’s stronger between us.”

She quickly moved back, raising her hand to slap him. But he grabbed her hand.

“Ahhh! Oh God! What have I done to you in this life that you hate me like this?” she cried.

Holding her hand firmly, he said,

“Oh, so you’ve forgotten what you did to me?”

“Doesn’t anything pass in life? Can’t people forgive? I’m hot-tempered—I don’t tolerate nonsense or disrespect.”

“Hmph… hot-tempered indeed. But earlier your mouth couldn’t even cry properly—you knew it was useless.”

Zainabu thought: “This man is shameless… he feels no embarrassment saying this.”

She decided to stand her ground.

“I hate nonsense!” she said.

“And I like it,” he replied, moving closer to her.

She quickly moved back again.

“That’s not how I am.”

“But that’s how I am.”

She clicked her tongue in annoyance. He immediately grabbed her mouth and squeezed it until she cried out, then released her.

In a low whisper, he said:

“Now, everything you used to be proud of is gone… because I’ve discovered it and enjoyed it.”

“Habab, I don’t like that kind of talk,” she said firmly. “Nothing is finished. Just because I said I love you doesn’t mean anything is over.”

“Shhh… don’t say that again. Love doesn’t exist in Habab’s life.”

She looked at him and said:

“You’re wrong. You must love me the way I love you. You broke my hand, you took my dignity—are you saying all that is nothing?”

He smiled and replied:

“I only desired you. There’s nothing else in my heart for you. That’s why I even spared you from more suffering.”

“So that’s it?” she said, standing up angrily.

He stood too, smiling, and pulled her into an embrace.

“All that strength you claim is useless. You’re not even strong—you’re just small and soft.”

She pulled away from him sharply and glared at him.

“Habab, listen carefully—if it’s desire you feel for me like you said, then from today, don’t ever touch me again. That’s not who I am.”

She continued, her voice firm and emotional:

“I only gave myself to you because I saw you were almost dying… because my love for you was about to take your life. But from today, you have no right over me. Go and find someone else.”