Tmw Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Raising his voice, he said,

“Sadiq told me everything — that you are still his wife. So that means the first time, you lied to me. And I warned you about that.”

He pointed at me as he spoke.

Quickly, I joined my hands together and pleaded,

“Please… forgive me. Cover my shame and let me just go my way.”

Immediately he replied,

“You will leave now — but first you must tell me who brought you to this house. If you lie to me again this time, I won’t go easy on you.”

Hurriedly I said,

“Yes… it was Saliha. My friend Saliha invited me.”

He looked at me in surprise.

“Saliha? From where?”

My lips trembling, I answered,

“Saliha… Sadiq’s sister. The one married in Ibadan.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I see. And how did you meet her?”

Wiping my nose, I began telling him the story of how I first met Saliha and Sadiq’s relatives in Kaduna.

He looked even more shocked.

“You’re Salima’s husband’s sister?”

I nodded quickly, wiping away the tears gathering in my eyes.

With a cruel little smile, Tahir said,

“So if I understand correctly, you already knew who Sadiq really was… yet you still came, just to see with your own eyes, right?”

I couldn’t speak.

He continued,

“Good. I’m glad you came. It’s better this way — now you’ll understand that Sadiq was never meant to be your husband. And you’ll also understand that his life is not the same as yours.”

He paused, took a breath, then raised his hand and pointed toward Sadiq’s house.

“You see that house? And all the people inside it?”

I nodded like someone who had no strength left.

“That,” he continued, “is Sadiq’s real life. The one you knew before wasn’t his real life — that was a false one. This one you are seeing with your own eyes — this is the true Abubakar Sulaiman Abubakar Shinkafi. I hope you understand.”

I nodded quickly again — my body and heart both dying inside.

He went on,

“You see his parents, his family, his relatives — and most importantly, his wife. I want you to understand something. The Sadiq you knew in Zaria was not real. The Sadiq you see here in Gusau — that is the real one.

“My advice to you is simple: stay far away from his life. You have no place there — not even a doorway to stand in. Go and look for someone suitable for yourself.

“It started as help, but then it became a burden around his neck. Sadiq only married you because your mother fell before him and begged him in tears. He has never loved you.

“Sultana has been his wife for a long time — witnesses just hadn’t testified until now. He even promised me he would divorce you once our time in Zaria ended. He confirmed to me that he had divorced you. I don’t know what changed now that I’m hearing something different.

“But whatever it is — it’s none of my concern. What concerns me is this: stay away from Sadiq’s life. Wherever you are, he will send you your divorce papers.”

He finished speaking and looked at me.

From the moment he started talking, I had been staring at him in disbelief.

Was he telling the truth?

Sadiq never loved me?

He married me only to divorce me later?

As if Tahir could read my thoughts, he began narrating everything — what happened on the night our marriage was contracted, the discussions they had with Sadiq, even up to the day they returned to their hometown after completing their service year. He told me how Sadiq had claimed he had already separated from me after giving me “substantial capital” to start my life.

I didn’t realize when the tears began falling — until I felt them sliding down my cheeks.

Yet I found myself smiling faintly.

“Yes,” I whispered inside my heart. “He did give me capital — a very precious one in my life.”

Without thinking further, I looked at Tahir and said,

“I’ve heard your advice. In sha Allah, I will make use of it. Thank you.”

Then I wiped my tears with the edge of my veil, brushed past him, and continued walking.

After putting some distance between us, I stopped a tricycle and told the driver my destination. He told me to get in.

As we drove off, I noticed Tahir was still standing there, watching. Even after the tricycle turned out of Sadiq’s street, he remained. Perhaps he wanted to be sure I was truly leaving Sadiq’s life behind.

As the tricycle moved through Gusau, I remembered how I had arrived there just the previous day — and regret filled me.

Why did I follow my heart and come?

Until late afternoon, I had been restless, unable to find peace. It was Shaytan — and jealousy over Sadiq — that pushed me to call Saliha and ask her to send me the address. She sent it immediately, happily — unaware of anything.

Without telling my husband or my family, I prepared and traveled to Gusau. I only informed Maman Suhailat that I was stepping out. I didn’t tell her I was traveling far. She assumed I was going to visit Amma and even scolded me for leaving late — especially considering how unsafe life has become these days.