So Da Buri Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

He let out a deep sigh before reaching for his phone with the intention of calling Aslam.

But before he could even unlock it, his eyes fell on the notification bar, which was filled with numerous missed calls from Huda.

Startled, his eyes widened slightly as he stared at the phone.

Whatever it was that made her call him this many times, he knew it must be very serious and important.

His eyes then moved to her message.

Eagerly, he began reading…

Suddenly he froze—completely still, like someone whose pause button had been pressed.

He couldn't even breathe.

Slowly, he closed his eyes.

With great difficulty he managed to whisper,

“Ya Subhanallah…”

Then he released a long, heavy sigh and opened his eyes again, which had now turned red.

Something seemed to block his throat.

With difficulty, he swallowed, drew in a breath, and exhaled forcefully.

He remained standing there holding the phone in front of his face, still unable to move.

Slowly, almost fearfully, he opened the call log and dialed Aslam.

He called him more than five times, but he didn’t answer.

At that moment, the only thing he wished for was to see them at the hospital—or at least stop hearing Huda’s crying voice, because she couldn't stop crying.

And they needed to check on Aunty Maryam to know how she was doing.

That was why he was almost running—

as if he were the only person on the road.

Earlier, when he managed to speak with Abba, he had told him,

“I’m on my way.”

Slowly, Arshaad removed the phone from his ear and scrolled down to Huda’s name and called her.

The call almost ended before she finally answered.

“Hello, Ya Arshaad,” she said.

You could instantly tell she was crying.

He slowly sighed and asked,

“Where are you?”

Still crying, she replied,

“Ya Aslam just arrived.

We are on the way to take her to AKTH now.

Thank you so much.”

She said this because she assumed that he was the one who sent Aslam, thinking maybe Arshaad was busy with something important.

Quietly he said,

“Hmm…

We’ll meet there.”

Then he ended the call.

He grabbed his car keys, left the office, got into his car, started the engine, and drove straight toward the hospital.

Inside the car, Aslam told her,

“Wait.”

He went inside and returned with two nurses and a stretcher. They placed Mama on it and took her inside.

Only after everything was settled did he say,

“Huda, go and sit down.”

He waited until she sat down.

Then slowly he knelt beside her and began comforting her.

After some time, she managed to calm down a little.

Even after he moved away, she continued crying quietly, wiping her tears.

Apart from Mama’s illness, what Hajiya Shuwa had done earlier had deeply hurt her heart and made her extremely upset.

She had never felt this much pain from Hajiya Shuwa’s actions toward them like she did today.

Slowly, Aslam, who had been trying hard not to look in her direction, finally lifted his eyes and looked at her.

He felt like going back again just to comfort her and make her stop crying.

Honestly, her crying was disturbing his peace of mind.

The nurse who had helped bring Mama inside walked past him.

She had already gone a few steps ahead but then came back and said to him,

“Go sit with your wife and comfort her!

You left her alone over there and she’s just crying endlessly.

Go to her.”

After saying that, she turned and walked away.

Slowly, he closed his eyes and said in his heart,

“Why am I being so nice to her today?”

Another voice inside him answered,

“Because her mother is sick.”

He slowly sighed again, remembering how worried he had looked and how deeply concerned he appeared.

Anyone who saw him would definitely think she was truly his wife.

Slowly, he closed his eyes again and muttered quietly,

“Damn it…”

deep within his throat.