Tabarmar Kashi Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She lowered her head and looked at the woman, who she had known for almost a year. Even if she had completely beaten her, it would not have lasted a year. The woman also looked back at her, their eyes meeting; then she turned her head, frowning, gathering all the world’s anger on her face. Without even glancing at the parts of the house where the woman lived, she walked straight into the kitchen.

Something seemed to stop her in her tracks. Although she was used to her harsh temperament and behavior, they say that anyone who knows their own dignity and self-respect cannot tolerate humiliation from anyone. She had all the ways to make her suffer and prevent her from enjoying their shared home, yet that was not her intention at the moment. So, she tried to push that thought from her mind and walked into the kitchen, softly tapping her own support as she calmed down from crying.

She paused, standing upright, looking around the kitchen. She had already opened the child’s lunch box she had come to pick up and emptied all the fried chips and Indomie noodles she had cooked for the child, which were the only things left in their house. Today, thinking of receiving her salary, she intended to pay the market and bring the child’s food.

It was not the first time she had done such a thing to her, but today it upset her far more than usual. Previously, if she had done this, she would forgive her and cook something else, but now there was nothing left to cook for her. So, with a voice full of anger, she said:

“What kind of thing is this? Don’t you even know whose food you’re turning over and eating?”

With sharpness, she gave her a contemptuous look that made her even angrier.

“Even the food of the house, I have the right to finish it since my brother brought it, it’s mine. Therefore, I don’t see anyone who has the right to give me orders,” she said with extreme bitterness. A sharp sense of frustration rose within her, making it feel like it was stuck in her throat; she was barely breathing. Before she knew it, the plate of food she had grabbed shattered on the floor. It happened suddenly because she had never faced such disrespect, even though she had endured similar actions many times before.

She pointed her finger at her, her eyes changing color.

“This food, which you foolishly poured over without respect or manners, was not brought by your brother—it’s mine. You’ve eaten all you can today, and any day you dare touch anything I’ve kept in my kitchen, or my house entirely, I will deal with you myself!” She stood up, her presence terrifying, and she had long anticipated this day.

“Are you threatening me?” She raised her head angrily and grabbed the child’s lunch box.

“If this is considered a threat, then I have threatened you. Do your best.”

“By God, I will make you regret what you did to me. You will see my power against my own brother!”

“And what about me? Me, Annamimiya? Because of her, I have lost all the peace, joy, and understanding that existed between me and my husband. And what’s left? There is only one thing…”

“I will handle that one thing myself,” she said, eyes straight and firm. She found herself facing the words leaving FAUZIYYA’s mouth, yet she shook her head.

“Don’t break it, foolish woman!” She shook her head forcefully, then followed the pieces of Indomie she had scattered across the kitchen floor and left.

She couldn’t stop herself from cleaning up the place, then turned and left, putting the child in front of her as they went out. When she reached the courtyard, she checked the gate and locked her room, something she had never done in all the time she had lived with FAUZIYYA.

From the moment she left the house and reached the street, she felt empty. Nothing could affect her but the harm that FAUZIYYA’s presence had caused in her house. She had long known that FAUZIYYA was a plague in her home, ever since she stepped foot there after her mother’s death… everything had started to go wrong. She was a real troublemaker and a plague, destroying all the joy and understanding between her and her husband, which they had built through a love marriage. FAUZIYYA had used the extreme affection between them, a bond of shared blood—same mother, same father—to manipulate everything in the house to her advantage.

She never cared about her words, but today what she said stuck in her mind. She even put the child down after buying biscuits and drinks for him, combining them before returning to her workplace.

The day passed until the time to leave work. While packing her things, a call came in. She paused in surprise to check the number—it was her child’s school. Her face went pale, and she thought, “What happened?” She sat down, holding her daughter in her lap, and answered the call.

She was very surprised to hear that her child was still at school and had not been picked up. Shock overwhelmed her, because she knew her husband never delays in picking him up. So, what had happened today? She stopped thinking and tried to locate his line.

She called three times, but it was rejected. Then the astonishment she felt inside could no longer be hidden, showing on her face.

“Is everything really okay?” she asked herself. This had never happened before. She tried calling him a fourth time, but it was cut off before connecting—signs of either blocking or serious network issues. She stopped all her worries, quickly packed everything in her bag, took her daughter, and left their office.

As she reached the gate, she heard honking. She looked quickly and saw a young woman, around her age, sitting in the car, their eyes meeting. The woman smiled, her face full of charm, though she hadn’t expected it.

It was her colleague and also a friend, though she was somewhat reluctant about their friendship. Seeing that there was a large distance between them in the marriage house of each, but given her colleague’s creativity and care, she could not interfere.

“Running away today, huh? May God take care of you. Get in, I’ll drop you off,” she said, smiling again, though she had no intention to sit.

“Ah, no, really. Today I’m not heading straight home. I have to stop and pick up the child from school first,” she replied, glaring.

“But he isn’t my child either, right? Just get in and let’s go.”

“Thank you,” she said, getting in on one side. She didn’t want the conversation to be long, as her focus was entirely on the child. On the way, they chatted casually, but she had no peace of mind. She occasionally tried calling the number she had dialed earlier, but it still did not connect even once.