Sakar Makafi Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Saddiga and the others were making noise and teasing around when Mamy fixed her eyes on them and said,

“Malam said you should prepare this evening and go check on Mujahid. He injured his hand over there in Taraba and has now been admitted to the hospital.”

They agreed and continued chatting.

That evening, after they finished getting ready, Mamy looked at Fariyda, who was holding Zaitoon tightly as the child refused to leave her, and said,

“You are not going with us.”

In a low voice, she replied, “Okay,” and went back to sit down while they left.

After they left, Mamy entered her room and said,

“Come here.”

Fariyda followed behind her without even lifting her eyes to meet hers. As she entered, Nasir was also coming in; they almost entered the bedroom together. They found Mamy sitting at the edge of the bed, so they sat on the carpet in front of it.

After exchanging greetings with Nasir, Mamy looked at Fariyda, then at Nasir, and said calmly,

“I wanted to see you.”

He adjusted his sitting position. “Yes, Mamy, I’m here.”

With a stern face she asked,

“What do you know about Fariyda and Mahmoud’s marriage and their trip to Taraba? Sadiq told me you were aware that Mahmoud left with her — you were even the one who told him which car they would take.”

Fariyda’s eyes immediately filled with tears. Her voice trembled as she said,

“Mamy, wallahi I didn’t know it was him. It was after we entered and he locked the car that I realized it was Mahmoud. I kept begging him to drop me, but he refused. Wallahi, he didn’t take me to that hotel with my consent.”

She finished speaking, crying in shame and frustration.

Mamy frowned.

“You’re not telling the truth. There’s something you and Mahmoud are hiding from us. Tell me now before I get angry with you.”

Quickly, Nasir said,

“Mamy, please calm down. He didn’t divorce her. He showed me the message he sent her the day everything happened.”

Suspiciously, Mamy stared at Fariyda.

“Didn’t you assure us he divorced you? You even said he no longer had any claim over you.”

Lowering her head, she said softly,

“I didn’t know it wasn’t a divorce. I didn’t open the message. It was when we got to Gembu and I told him he had divorced me that he opened the message and asked me to read it. That was when I saw he hadn’t divorced me.”

Mamy released a deep breath.

“Stand up. Go take care of your children. Their father himself will collect your divorce papers for you now. Since you don’t love each other, there’s no point keeping the marriage. Go to your room.”

When Nasir tried to speak, Mamy quickly stopped him.

Slowly, Fariyda stood and walked toward the door, but turned back when she heard Mamy say,

“Give me your phone.”

Looking straight into Mamy’s eyes, she handed it over without hesitation.

Mamy switched it off and placed it beside her.

“Go.”

With a heavy heart and confused thoughts about her intention, she left and went to her room, where Raihana was no longer alone.

Meanwhile, after Abba left, Mahmoud sank down and held his head in his hands.

Ummi and Goggo Dada quietly stood up and left; they had no words.

Sulaiman shook his head slightly, looking at Salim who said,

“Abba scared me. He was very firm. It’s not right. Let him stay with his wife if he loves her.”

Mahmoud suddenly stood up, exhaled heavily, held his head with both hands, and leaned against the parlour door.

Salim watched him closely while Sulaiman grabbed his arm.

“Are you okay?”

Struggling to breathe steadily, he replied,

“Yes, I’m fine.”

He then walked out of the parlour and went upstairs.

In the parlour, they returned to Ummi and kept apologizing to her for interfering.

The whole day passed in discomfort.

The next afternoon, Amina came.

Goggo Dada told her everything that had happened. Worried, she said,

“And now Abba wants to separate them after they’ve started loving each other? Please, Ummi, say something. Don’t let Mahmoud be hurt. Wallahi, he loves her deeply. He has locked himself in his room. This is the fourth time I’ve knocked today — he refuses to open.”

Ummi replied gently,

“What can I do, Amina? Mahmoud brought this upon himself. If I speak now, the blame will return to me. Let us just watch them — he and his father. Their hearts and temperaments are alike. Who can stand between them?”

Softly, Goggo Dada added,

“Wallahi, Mahmoud has cried. The day he beat Mujahid, I knew jealousy was driving him toward madness. What he’s doing is what they call a mad lover — a man consumed by love. If he truly didn’t love her, this wouldn’t be happening. Since they returned to India, his behavior changed. But let’s continue praying for him. May Allah choose what is best.”

They spent the day discussing.

The next morning, Mahmoud came downstairs after returning from the mosque.

He found Abba sitting in the parlour. After greeting them, he was about to leave.

“Sit down,” Abba said without looking at him.

Ummi and Goggo Dada kept their eyes on him. In just three days he had lost weight and looked like a sick person; his eyes burned red like embers.

He slowly sat beside Sulaiman.

Goggo Dada quickly prepared tea for him.

Abba asked,

“When are you returning to work? Or have you decided to quit? I’ve noticed it’s been almost three months since you’ve properly gone to work.”

Goggo Dada said softly,

“But two of those months he was in India treating Zaid.”

Abba replied sternly,

“And since he returned? He has gone only twice. If he doesn’t want the job, there are many who need it. Just because Aminullah is gone doesn’t mean I have no one. I have Salim, Sulaiman, and Ahmad. Even if they are handling other responsibilities, I can call Saleh back from Istanbul to take over his position.”

“Hmmm…” Ummi muttered, lowering her head as tears filled her eyes.

Goggo Dada handed Mahmoud the mug of tea she had prepared for him.