Tubali Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Dr. Sulaiman finished speaking in a calm voice, trying to reassure and give Mamy some peace of mind.

Just then, Abba entered the room. He quickly came into the center of the living room, then approached Baba Mauɗo’s side, kneeling slightly as he called out,

“Rayyern.”

Dr. Sulaiman quickly turned to him and said,

“Abba, please calm yourself. Leave him for now—he’ll be able to respond shortly. I gave him an injection, Insha Allah, he’ll feel better.”

Abba let out a long sigh, then returned to sit in the chair beside him.

Mamy, meanwhile, was still unable to stop her tears. Her mind could not rest; she was terrified that something might happen to Rayyern. She didn’t care about anything else—she only knew that abdominal pain had never been easy for him, especially if he tried to move.

Jannart, lowering her head, felt Rayyern gripping her with immense strength. His hold was not playful; it was a desperate grip, seeking relief, and it made her knees tremble.

Ramadan and Riyyam-nsra entered the living room almost together, each fully tense and anxious. Ramadan, in particular, was deeply aware of the kind of pain Rayyern was enduring, knowing it could overwhelm him.

They hurried toward him, but stopped short, seeing Abba already seated.

Baba Mauɗo was shedding tears, as was Mamy, and Jannart, lying across his lap like someone lifeless, also struggled to hold back her tears.

Abba’s fatherly presence steadied him, but just one look at his face revealed the depth of his anxiety.

Seeing this, Ramadan felt a sharp pang in his heart; his whole body tensed, fearing that Rayyern had died.

In a state of panic and weakness, Riyyam-nsra let out a distressed cry, sliding to the floor and leaning against Rayyern. Her voice shook as she struggled to contain herself, saying,

“Innallahi wa innailaihi rajiun, Mammy, death will not allow me to fulfill your wishes… Oh Allah, Mammy, if only you could see the state your son is in—Mammy, truly, truly this is him.”

Abba and the others were so overwhelmed by anxiety that they could barely comprehend her words.

Rayyern, in his own weakened state, faintly heard the child’s cries and words. Though he could not fully understand, he picked up fragments of what was being said. He was too weak to process or analyze it consciously.

Dr. Sulaiman moved closer to Riyyam-nsra, helped her sit up, and said,

“Riyyam-nsra, stop crying—he hasn’t died. It’s the pain. Look, your Abba is calm now too.”

At that moment, Ramadan exhaled deeply, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from his chest, having regained his breath.

Riyyam-nsra, holding back her sobs, whispered,

“Yah, Sulaiman… Are you sure? My Hamma Rayyern… is he breathing?”

Dr. Sulaiman nodded, then quickly said,

“Yes, Riyyam-nsra. He hasn’t passed; he’s breathing. In a few minutes, Insha Allah, he’ll wake up.”

They all exhaled in relief.

Only then was Mamy able to stop crying, though Baba Mauɗo still couldn’t restrain his tears.

Jannart also could not stop her own tears, because in her life she had never experienced such deep emotional strain. Seeing the adults cry so intensely was almost unbearable for her; she could not comfort herself.

With everyone slightly calmer, Dr. Sulaiman sat down, composed himself, and spoke softly to reassure them:

“The whole episode lasted no more than 30 minutes. I realized he was sweating during our meeting with the other doctors because we were discussing a course in Moscow for some of our staff. I understood that his abdominal pain wanted to rise, so I requested to pause the meeting, but he refused. Even before we finished, it had already intensified.”

Their eyes widened at his explanation.

Dr. Sulaiman adjusted his position, faced them, and continued gently,

“Insha Allah, Rayyern will feel relief soon. I administered the injection during the meeting, and before that, it had already begun. That’s why he struggled a little, but Alhamdulillah—after 50 minutes, the injection should start working, and he’ll feel some ease. As of now, I am confident it has started, which is why you see him quiet and his body relaxed.”

Ramadan and Abba nodded in satisfaction. This was the kind of reassurance doctors often gave, and their only hope was that Rayyern would truly feel relief.

Baba Mauɗo, still seated, gently placed his hand on Rayyern’s shoulder, then stood up. With tears streaming, he said tenderly,

“Alhamdulillah. May Allah grant him full health and ease his burden.”

He finished speaking and started to leave.

Riyyam-nsra and Ramadan followed his movement with their eyes, gazing at him with deep affection.

Abba and Mamy exhaled in unison, saying,

“Amin, ya Allah, Baba Mauɗo.”

Baba Mauɗo left with dignity and grace, and the others quietly asked,

“Is he alright?”

He replied gently,

“Alhamdulillah, he is well.”

“May Allah make him even better,” they said together.

Baba Mauɗo responded,

“Amin, ya Allah,”

and went directly to the bathroom for ablution. Afterward, he took the Qur’an and began reading, seeking comfort for his heart, weighed down by concern.

Tears flowed like a faucet. Allah knew the intense love he had for the children. He could not bear to see or hear anything that might harm them, no matter how small, and he never wanted anything to happen to Rayyern.

He acted as he did to comfort them, because he knew these were the children of the household. The arrival of Riyyam-nsra made him realize that he wanted to protect them from all harm. Sometimes he even thought that Riyyam-nsra’s care for Rayyern was why he loved him so much.

He raised his hand in prayer for the children.

In the living room, Jannart remained silent, bowing her head. Her tears flowed uncontrollably. She was in pain, and she had never seen the depth of anguish on Daddy’s face as she did with Baba Mauɗo or Abba. She had never seen Mom’s terror and worry expressed so openly. Though she knew Mom loved her deeply, this alone was proof of a mother’s boundless love.

Mamy merely exhaled softly.

Riyyam-nsra stood and climbed up, calling to her Mammy.

Abba, breathing calmly, leaned forward and said,

“Ramadan, hold him gently. Make sure he is comfortable.”

Dr. Sulaiman quickly replied,

“No, Abba. Let him be. He’ll wake when the injection has fully taken effect.”

Mamy added softly,

“And Jannart will get tired too.”

Dr. Sulaiman nodded slightly,

“He won’t be long; he’ll wake soon.”

Silence fell.

Dr. Sulaiman then stood and said,

“Abba, I’ll leave for home now. I’ll come back later.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Abba replied, adjusting his position.

Dr. Sulaiman looked at Ramadan and said,

“You know, when he wakes, it won’t be a sudden burst. That’s the nature of the injection. That’s why injections aren’t often overused. He will feel it, but it won’t overwhelm him, and that’s why we have to help him.”

Ramadan nodded,

“Yes, I understand.”

Dr. Sulaiman then bid them farewell and left.

They remained seated in silence. Seeing that it was evening and time to cook, Mamy slowly rose and headed to the kitchen. After tending to her needs, she began working.

Jannart could barely move, weighed down by Abba’s presence and the gravity of the moment, and by the overwhelming masculinity she felt emanating from him. She had never experienced anything like it, the scent of his body, the warmth of his skin, and his presence—all consuming her senses.

Almost 50 minutes had passed. Her tears were still flowing slowly, sticking to her eyelashes.

Rayyern, lying down, slowly inhaled with effort and exhaled. He tightly shut his eyes and pressed his lips together, both out of desire to rise, yet his body, from the shoulder to his toes, remained completely immobilized. This was why he disliked injections—any time he received one, it would take nearly a week for his strength to return fully.

Ramadan quickly moved closer to him, and at the same time, Riyyam-nsra lowered herself to the floor.

Together, they bent slightly toward him as he slowly opened his eyes, hearing Abba calling his name,

“Rayyern! Rayyern!!”

In a gentle, soft voice from deep in his throat, he replied,

“Yes, Abba.”

Hearing him respond, Abba exhaled with joy,

“Alhamdulillah! Alhamdulillah!!”

Summoning all his courage and remaining strength, Rayyern struggled to show signs of waking. Ramadan quickly reached out to support him.