A Rubuce Take Book Two Complete Hausa Novel
A Rubuce Take Book Two Complete Hausa Novel continues with deep family tension, jealousy, fear, hidden pain, and emotional struggles between Abbas, Widad, and Hafsat. This English translation presents the story in a clean and readable WordPress HTML format for Hausa novel readers.
A Rubuce Take Book Two Complete Hausa Novel English Translation
With a heavy body, weakness, fear, and confusion all joining together inside her, Hafsat struggled to form her words.
“What kind of problem again, Umma? I am finished.”
Umma replied, “The malam did not see anything clearly concerning the girl. Everything was blocked from him. He could not see whether she was pregnant, just as there is also no confirmation that she is not.”
Hafsat placed her hand on her forehead, feeling her heart boiling. In truth, she hated the girl deeply. Widad had become like a chain around her feet, and Hafsat felt she was becoming a threat to her life.
In great anger, Hafsat said, “Umma, let him do whatever he can to her. Whatever is suitable for her, whatever will scatter her life, let it be done. I do not want to see her in this house at all. As I speak to you now, Mimi’s father has already paid for her Hajj. They are going for pilgrimage.”
She ended her words by bursting into tears because the matter had hurt her deeply.
Her mother began reciting words of shock as if she were standing right in front of Hafsat.
“You are alive and watching this happen? Then we must be serious. We must stand strongly against that girl.”
Abbas
“Ya Salam,” Abbas said, while his heart beat with intense joy.
He felt like a man who had just received the good news of a child after spending many years searching and waiting without success. He opened his eyes, and a beautiful smile spread across his face as he lowered his gaze toward Widad.
Their eyes met. Her face was weak and emotional, almost ready to break into tears. The moment their eyes connected, her vulnerability became clear. Abbas knew that something serious was happening today. Whatever it was, he was ready to face it.
Pregnancy in her body? A pregnancy that he had cleverly denied many times by telling her that their closeness was not what would make her pregnant? He had even claimed that drinking enough water was the cause. He knew very well that he was about to face many questions.
He stretched his hand toward her, signaling for her to come closer. A smile still rested on his face, but she turned her head away as tears rolled down her cheeks.
He knew there would be trouble. Today, she would surely call upon Allah many times. He kept suppressing his laughter, then stood and walked toward her. He stood beside her, held her hand, and gently rubbed it in his own while keeping his eyes on the doctor.
“What happens now? I hope this will not create any problem for the journey,” Abbas said.
The doctor replied, “Honestly, I do not think so. I will try to make sure everything she needs is done so you can travel together, since it has not shown clearly.”
Even the doctor herself was surprised by the age of the pregnancy and how well it had hidden itself. Just by looking at Widad, no one would notice that she was pregnant.
Widad only watched everything silently. Her mind was no longer with her body from the moment pregnancy was mentioned. Fear and anxiety wrapped themselves around her completely.
When everything was finished, Abbas was still holding her hand. He opened the front door of the car for her. She entered, and he closed the door before walking around to his own seat.
Widad’s Fear
As soon as Abbas entered the car, Widad burst into tears as if she had been waiting for that moment. He stopped before starting the car and turned to look at her.
“Ya Salam, Ya Allah. What is it again? Is something hurting you?” he asked.
She cried and said, “By Allah, if Abba hears that you got me pregnant, he will kill both of us.”
Abbas tried very hard to hold back his laughter, but this time he failed. Laughter escaped him. He even had to place his fingers over his mouth so the laughter would not become too much.
When would she finally grow up? Was this childish innocence still inside her? He wondered how he would handle her. Then he quickly changed his face into a sorrowful expression and looked at her.
“Innalillahi. So what do you think we should do now?” he asked.
At first, his laughter had annoyed her, but his new words washed away that anger.
“I do not know. You caused everything. I told you I did not want it, but you said it would only come if I drank water,” she said, glaring at him.
He softened his face with fake pity and tilted his head.
“I also thought that was how it worked. And do you know something?”
She shook her head while wiping her tears.
He turned to face her fully.
“When you ran away to Kano…”
She nodded, looking at him.
“Abba himself called me and told me to do that thing you refused.”
Her eyes widened as if they were about to fall out. She stared at him in fear.
He nodded at her and said, “I am serious.”
Before he realized what was happening, she hit him and burst into another round of helpless crying.
“By Allah, my Abba is not a bad man who would tell you something like that,” she cried.
That day, she really made Abbas laugh. He blocked her blows with one hand while laughing and saying,
“By Allah. By Allah, I said. Did you hear me?”
She knew him very well. He was a man of one sharp edge; he did not lie. When he said that, shame overcame her. She lowered her head onto her lap, wondering how her father could say such a thing.
Did that mean everyone knew what they had been doing?
She could hear Abbas talking, but she did not raise her head, let alone answer him. Laughing quietly, he started the car and drove out of the hospital. His heart was light, his mind was at peace, and a kind of happiness he had not felt for a long time filled his chest. It was even visible on his face.
Returning Home
After they had gone far on the road, Abbas asked, “Should I drop you at Hajiya’s house?”
He said this because he had noticed that she did not like staying in their own house at all.
She quickly shook her head and said, “No. Just take me home.”
A smile escaped him. He understood what she was running from. She did not want Hajiya to discover that she was pregnant. After that, he dropped the topic and continued driving toward home.
When he stopped the car, he personally carried her handbag and held it as they walked inside. She tilted her head and looked at him.
“Give it to me. I can carry it,” she said.
He shook his head, his eyes fixed on hers. He felt a fresh wave of love pulling him toward her.
“I do not agree, baby. I already felt it within me that this illness had a reason. Let us go. Or should I carry you?”
He also tilted his head as he said it.
She became shy and looked away, silently gossiping about him in her mind. Did he not feel ashamed at all? As if he was not the one who had made her pregnant.
As if he knew what she was thinking, he smiled slightly, held her hand, moved closer, and said,
“Let us go, baby.”
Hafsat Watches Them
When they entered, Hafsat was watching from the window. Since they left the house, she had been unable to sit still. Her mind kept imagining different places they might have gone.
She was carrying Shukra on her back, and the child had been troubling her nonstop. Hafsat felt like tearing the child off her back and dropping her somewhere. The child’s whining had entered deep into her skull.
Her eyes fell on Widad’s handbag in Abbas’s hand, and then on their hands locked together.
A terrible tightness entered her heart. She tried to control herself, but she could not. She cursed angrily.
Were these people trying to kill her? After what Abbas had done to her, were they still going to continue their closeness as if nothing had happened to her in the house?
She could not bear it. Everyone had to know that she had been touched. She untied the child and placed her on the chair, then headed toward the door with dangerous speed.
Abbas and Widad
Abbas closed his eyes briefly. He stood above Widad, looking at her with deep affection. No matter how she moved, she drew his attention.
“I will go out for a while, but I will not stay long. What do you need?” he asked, finishing his words while holding her with his powerful and attractive gaze.
She closed her eyes slightly and shook her head.
“Nothing.”
“Really?” he asked, still looking at her.
She nodded again.
“Okay. I am leaving,” he repeated.
She closed her eyes again. She knew what he wanted, but her whole body was weak and tired. She adjusted herself well and sank deeper into the chair before saying,
“Return safely.”
“Oh, so this is how you are today?” he asked.
She only smiled while hiding her face.
He smiled too, bent gently, kissed her forehead, and said,
“Take care of yourself.”
She nodded. It was only when he turned away that she followed him with her eyes. Her heart kept telling her that what they had done was truly not something shameful. She slowly placed her hand on her stomach and rubbed it, filled with wonder and fear that there was truly a pregnancy inside her.
Hafsat’s Anger
Just then, Hafsat’s voice echoed into the sitting room with a sharp sound. Widad opened her eyes slowly and listened as Hafsat spoke with a trembling voice.
“By Allah, I will never forgive this oppression. May Allah give me justice.”
Widad hissed angrily, twisted her mouth, and adjusted her position on the chair. In her eyes, Hafsat had completely lost her respect. Widad had never seen anyone disrespect an elder the way Hafsat had been disrespecting Mimi’s father.
No matter what, he was older than her. Even Ummu, who was old, always respected Alhaji. Until Widad left their family house, she had never seen Ummu collect something from his hand while standing, or reject his words carelessly.
Widad stood up immediately, took her bag, and went into her bedroom. For no clear reason, she simply did not want to hear any noise close to her.
With one hand, Abbas grabbed Hafsat in pure anger. He held her tightly and walked with her. He did not stop anywhere until he reached her section of the house. There, he threw her hand away inside the sitting room and pointed a finger at her.
“Let this be the last time you ever dare to say you will enter her section or touch her. From the moment you make that mistake, you will understand that you are not wise. I have realized that you are a foolish and senseless woman who does not know her own worth.”
His words struck her like a spear falling directly onto her heart. Was Abbas calling her foolish and senseless?
She said, “Call me any name you want. That is up to you. But I will never stop demanding my right.”
He replied, “If you stop demanding your right, then you have disrespected Allah.”
Those words made her stare at him blankly until he left. Then she burst into tears again. She had to do everything within her power to scatter their happiness. She would not sit alone and allow anger to destroy her.
Abbas Reflects
As Abbas walked away, his heart was filled with anger. He kept remembering Hafsat’s father, a good man whose character had been praised by everyone before he left this world. Abbas had loved and respected him.
Even now, he still remembered the final patience the man had asked from him concerning Hafsat just a few hours before his death. Abbas hissed deeply as his heart imagined different decisions he could take against her.
Gradually, however, he felt himself calming down, especially when he remembered the gift Allah had given him that day through the most beloved person in his life.
Suddenly, all of Hafsat’s madness seemed like something unimportant, something he could gather and throw into a trash bin. When she got tired, she would calm down as usual.
About A Rubuce Take Book Two Complete Hausa Novel
A Rubuce Take Book Two Complete Hausa Novel continues with emotional conflict, jealousy, pregnancy, marriage tension, and family struggles. The story follows Abbas, Widad, and Hafsat as hidden feelings, rivalry, and painful decisions threaten the peace of their home.
This chapter of A Rubuce Take Book Two Complete Hausa Novel keeps readers engaged with suspense, emotional scenes, and powerful family drama.