Tantiriya A Gidan Yari Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

He headed toward their massive house in G.R.A. The gate guards opened the gate for him. A young girl, no more than about 18 years old and dressed very simply, peeked from upstairs and quickly ran down. When she saw it was Annoor’s car, she rushed out. She wore a long silver gown from a small boutique and held an ice-cream cone she was licking. She had no headscarf, and her hair was neatly styled. She hurried to open the car door for him. He stepped out smiling. She hugged him happily and said, “Welcome back, big brother.”

He replied, “Alright, Iman Sanabe. Where’s my ice cream? Did you do your assignment today?”

She nodded while eating the ice cream.

He said, “Open the back of the car and get your chocolate. But give Nabeela and the others theirs too—I know you can be stingy.”

She ran to get it happily and followed him as they entered their luxurious living room.

Habiba, Jauro’s wife, smiled and said, “So you’re back, my son.”

Annoor replied, “Yes, Ummi, I’m back. How’s everyone at home?”

She said, “We’re fine. Where are the children? Nabeela and the others are in their room studying—what do you call it in English again?”

Annoor said, “Assignment?”

She said, “Yes, that’s what they’re doing. But your little one finished hers since evening because she was waiting for you. And what about her case with the doctor—have you forgotten?”

Iman Sanabe felt shy and closed her eyes, saying, “Oh please, stop teasing me.”

Annoor looked at her and asked, “Sanabe, did you fix my part?”

She replied, “Yes, of course, you know I never fail.”

He went upstairs and she tried to follow him.

He said, “Don’t follow me.”

She pouted and said, “Big brother, what did I do? Don’t you like me anymore?”

He didn’t even turn back and walked away. She sat in the living room angrily.

Uncle Jauro entered. You would never guess he was wealthy—he didn’t wear expensive clothes, but his cars revealed his riches. As he entered, the children came out greeting him.

He looked at Iman and asked, “Who touched my youngest girl?”

Iman frowned and said, “Uncle, big brother hates me.”

Nabeela said, “She’s the one disturbing him. If she follows him to his bedroom, she says she wants to sleep there. She doesn’t realize she’s grown up.”

Nabeel added jokingly, “That’s Sanabe for you.”

Jauro said, “Leave my girl alone. Come, Iman, my blessed child. Ignore them.”

Iman asked, “Uncle, what did you buy for us?”

He said, “I even forgot—they’re in the car. Nabeel, take the key and bring them.”

Nabeel, a young man slightly older than Annoor, went and brought many packages. Each child had their own bag, as usual. Even Jauro’s two wives each had their own gifts, and he had his as well.

Later, Jauro waited until everyone went to their rooms and slept. Then he went room to room checking on them. When he reached Rahma’s room, she wasn’t there. He checked his wristwatch—it was already midnight. He sat in the living room waiting for her.

At that time, Rahma was at a club in Sabon Gari. Around 2 a.m., her friends dropped her off. She called the gatekeeper quietly, and he opened the gate for her. She gave him ₦2,000 as a bribe and went inside.

She wore a short gown slightly above her knees. Walking carefully, she entered the living room and saw Uncle Jauro sitting there waiting. Her heart sank. She stopped in the living room.

Jauro said, “Welcome back.”

Rahma stood there scratching her neck nervously and playing with her fingers. Before she could speak, Jauro said,

“Rahma, who do you think you’re fooling? You’re only fooling yourself, not me. I’m not concerned about worldly things—God sees everything. I didn’t raise you with bad intentions. I gave you both religious and Western education—especially religious knowledge. You memorized many books we never had the chance to study. You finished secondary school, and now I’ve sent you to university. Every month I give each of you girls ₦30,000 salary so you can live without depending on any man. I’ve given you everything—food, clothes, whatever you choose. What are you looking for in life, Rahma?

Laila behaved like this too until I married her off and found peace. Stop following Haidar. Even if he misbehaves, he’s a man—but you’re a woman.”

Rahma stayed silent, pouting and feeling pressured. She muttered, “Uncle, so no one is allowed to relax? Is it wrong to go out and dance?”

Jauro replied, “Dance in daylight if you want, not at midnight. One day you’ll regret this stubbornness. Fear God—I’ve advised you.”