Makauniyar Kaddara Complele Billyn Abdul

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"Go to Papa's room, see if he is sleeping. If he is sleeping, come so I can bathe you."
"Ah Momy, what about our bathroom?"
"There is a wall gecko inside, I am scared to go in."
"Come on, Momy, even you are scared of a wall gecko."
Rahma laughed and said, "Look, just go check and come back."
She said this because Rahma had stopped there.
Nawal ran quickly out towards her Papa's room.
That was the moment he was coming out of the bathroom, sitting at the edge of the bed applying cream, when Nawal ran in and threw herself into his embrace.
"Uch," he said, hugging Nawal because he felt the sting of her running against his skin.
"Baby, didn't I stop you from running like this?"
"Sorry Papa, I have stopped."
He closed his eyes and shook his head. "How is school? Have you returned?"
"Yes, Papa." She lifted her head to look at him. "Papa, are you also not feeling well like Momy?"
He just looked at her and couldn't speak. She shook him. "Do you hear me, Papa?"
He let out a sigh. "No, baby, I am perfectly fine. Has Momy completely recovered too?"
"Yes, of course, she has recovered. And she just said I should come check if you are sleeping so she can give me a bath in our bathroom, because there is a wall gecko in our bathroom and she is scared of it."
"Papa, do people become adults and still fear wall geckos?"
Bobo, while applying cream and listening to Nawal's talk, smiled. "Your Momy has too much fear, but I will teach her how to stop. Go tell her to come."
"Papa, will you also teach me so I can stop fearing the wall gecko?"
"Yes, I will teach you. Go call her."
Nawal went out to call Rahma.
"Momy, come for me."
"Okay, my baby. But where is Papa?"
"He is in the room."
Thinking Papa was sleeping, that was what Nawal meant, so she took her hand and they came out to Bobo's room.
She walked straight into the room, then stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing Bobo standing and buttoning his shirt. She moved back to leave, but without looking at her, he said, "Come give her a bath."
Rahma lowered her head like a hypocrite and headed to the bathroom holding Nawal's hand.
As for him, he curled his lip, picked up his toothbrush, smoothed his pitch-black sideburns, sprayed extra perfume, and walked out of the room.
He headed to the mosque, performed his prayers, returned, and picked up his work bag from the living room—he had forgotten it there. He took out his laptop and phones, placed them on the center table in the living room, and brought the bag into the room before going out again.
He entered Rahma's room, heading to her bathroom to kill the wall gecko in the middle. He looked around and spotted it clinging to the wall. He grabbed a broom, knocked it down so it fell, hit it until it died, washed his hands, and came out.
Right at that moment, Rahma entered the room with Nawal.
Without looking at her, he said, "It's right there, I killed it, so take it out."
Tears instantly filled Rahma's eyes. With her head down, she said, "For God's sake, take it out, I swear I can't."
"Oh, since I have become your servant, right?"
"No, for God's sake, just help me."
He felt pity for her, realizing she genuinely feared wall geckos. He went back to sweep it away with a dustpan, intending to tease Rahma, so he walked straight toward her.
Seeing the wall gecko on the dustpan and coming right toward her, she jumped and let out a scream.
It made him want to laugh, but he held it in until he walked out, then burst into laughter, holding his stomach. The gateman, watching him, was amazed because it had been a long time since he last saw Bobo laugh like that. Excessive laughter was not normal for Bobo; it only happened when something reached an absolute extreme, and even smiling was optional for him, let alone laughing.
He went back to wash his hands again while Rahma was getting Nawal dressed.
He returned to the living room and lay down on the long sofa.
He picked up the remote and changed the channel. Shortly after, they came out too. Nawal went to sit next to him, saying, "Baby, tune to MBC 3 so I can watch cartoons."
Rahma said, "Nawal, what did you say?"
She clutched her mouth like an adult. "Momy, forgive me, I won't do it again. Please don't say you are canceling the trip."
"I will take you, but only if you have stopped."
"Well, I have stopped. Papa, I didn't call you 'baby' just now, did I?"
Bobo looked at Nawal, shaking his head, then turned his gaze to Rahma, who was heading to the dining area. He smiled slightly.
"Baby, your Momy says she won't take you if you keep calling me 'baby'."
Nawal brought her mouth close to Bobo's ear and said, "She said she won't take me to Makkah and Madinah to see the Prophet's grave."
"(S.A.W)," Bobo finished for her. "So, baby, you have stopped calling me 'baby' now?"
"Yes, I won't say it again. My Momy said I should call you Papa."
He pulled her into his arms, embraced her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I luv u my baby."
She also replied, "Luv u too my papa."
Rahma arrived with food warmers, placing them in the center of the living room after moving the table aside. When she finished bringing everything, she said, "The food is ready."
He sat up, stealing glances at Rahma. As for her, she kept her gaze lowered; he noticed she had been avoiding eye contact with him since earlier, not even looking in his direction.
They sat down to eat the meal, which Bobo thoroughly enjoyed.
He knew that at once, Rahma had drawn his heart to submit to his initial resolve to treat her with disrespect in his house until she ran away on her own two feet. He started implementing his plan by ignoring her, to the point where she spent a full 8 days in the house without seeing him. But from the day he brought Nawal to the house and ate her cooking, his heart softened and he placed a question mark regarding her.
The second thing was the affection she showed to his own flesh and blood, Zuh'ra (Nawal). These things played a major role in her earning respect and dignity, even though he still couldn't say he loved her—believing Ni'ima was the only woman he would ever truly love—yet he gave Rahma a small space in his heart, perhaps because of her love for Nawal...
The ringing of his phone brought him back to reality. He looked at the phone screen without picking it up, seeing an unfamiliar number.
He ignored it and continued eating his food. It rang a second time, and again he paid no attention.
Rahma looked up to check on him upon hearing the phone ring again. By chance, their eyes met; she quickly withdrew hers, while he closed his eyes slightly.
The phone didn't ring again until they finished eating and Rahma cleared the area.
He went back to sit on the sofa, propped his feet on the table, and placed his laptop on his thighs, tapping away at his workload.
As for Rahma, she was helping Nawal with her homework.
The living room went quiet, with everyone busy and only the sound of the TV and AC playing. The phone from earlier rang again.
Bobo let out a heavy hiss. Angrily, he picked up the phone, grumbling, "Why do people love to pressure me? Even when I am at home, I can't be left to rest with my family, pfft."
Rahma heard him without looking up, thinking to herself, such a big family member.
He put the phone to his ear without speaking...
Hmm, who could be calling Bobo? 🤔
Safna jumped up in surprise upon hearing the phone being answered, composed herself, and said, "Assalamu alaika."
He acted all high and mighty before replying, "Wa'alaikissalam."
Safna said, "How was your day?"
"Fine," he answered curtly.
She didn't know what else to say because his voice completely rattled her, and he was answering her in an arrogant tone.
The whole thing was starting to annoy him, but knowing the number that called was related to work, he held back, thinking it was about business.
He broke the silence by asking, "What do you need?"
"Uhm... u... u, for God's sake, could I see you at the office tomorrow if God spares our lives?"
He closed his eyes and opened them. "What do you want to see me about?"
She panicked completely, not knowing what to tell him. Seeing that she couldn't speak, he just clicked his tongue at the phone, hung up entirely, and threw it to the side while grumbling.
Everything that happened was heard by Rahma, though she didn't know what was being said on the other end.
He continued his work, and she continued helping Nawal with her schoolwork.
Over there, Safna was holding her head, calling Baseera to ask for advice...
Safna, what are you doing that you haven't come out yet? What kind of morning is this where it's already 2 PM and you haven't left?"
"I'm coming out, Ummi," Safna said, grabbing her handbag.
In the living room, she met Ummi standing with a black nylon bag in her hand. Ummi handed her the bag. "Take this to her. Safna, for God's sake, behave yourself; remember you are in your younger sister's husband's house."
"Don't worry, Ummi, insha Allah nothing will happen, I swear. I promise you I will change and become the way you want."
"Okay, thank you, may God bless you."
"Amen, my Ummi," Safna said as she walked out.
Right as she reached the door, she turned back. "Ummi, what is this?" she asked, looking at the bag Ummi gave her.
"Don't worry, I'll call her and explain."
"Ummi, aren't you going to tell me?"
"No, your time has not come. Now my lastborn has taken the seniority, she has become the older one and you have become the younger one."
Safna pouted and walked out, thinking to herself, Ummi, I know these are marital enhancement products.
As she got into her car, she looked at her phone, feeling distressed that he hadn't given her an answer. Ever since she called him and he hung up, she had left him alone and hadn't called again.
Today, what bothered her was that she had sent him a message asking for his office address so she could come, but still, there was no call and no message.
Her heart was in turmoil. She called him about three times, but he refused to answer. Giving up, she started the car and drove to Rahma's house.
Since she wanted to go see Bobo anyway, she had told Ummi she wanted to visit Rahma today.
Ummi was overjoyed, thinking Safna was finally becoming sensible.
Sitting in his office, deeply engrossed in reviewing some documents, one glance was enough to tell you he was extremely busy, and the documents he was reviewing were very important.
He saw his phone ringing and ignored it, because he hated anything that would distract him from the task at hand.
A knock came on his office door; knowing only his secretary had that privilege, he answered with a "Yes."
She pushed the door open and entered. Still not looking up, she swallowed hard and stared at him as if she wanted to devour him. "Sir, you have a visitor."
"Who?" Bobo asked, keeping his head down.
With practiced grace, she said, "Yesterday's visitor, Alh. Sunusi Dala."
Only then did he look up. In his mind, he thought, What does this man want with me? Out loud, he said, "Tell him I don't want to see him, and..." He paused. "Go, that's not your job."
She walked out gracefully.
She didn't know he had already returned his head to his work.
She went to deliver her boss's message to Alh. Sunusi. The response further inflamed his anger, but since Bobo refused to cooperate with him, the time had come to take final action against him.
Fuming, he left the place, followed closely by his bodyguards.
He looked up quickly at the touch, preparing to unleash his wrath under the assumption that Alh. Sunusi had overpowered his secretary and barged in. Seeing Ammar, he let out a sigh of relief and smiled.
Ammar said, "My guy, why such fury? As if you were going to crash into me."
Bobo let out a sigh. "Forgive me, I swear I thought it was that fool, Alh. Sunusi."
Ammar smiled and said, "We were coming in when I saw him leaving. I certainly recognize his cars."
Bobo curled his lip without speaking.
A few moments later, Ammar said, "Don't tell me you came and stuffed my office doorway with your guards again today?"
"Hahaha, even you know it's a must, because there's no way they'd let me go out completely alone."
Bobo curled his lip again. "Then you are suffering for nothing. Just like that, being followed everywhere like a tail?"
"That's what greatness is, my guy," Ammar said, laughing.
Ammar continued, "My guy, you've lost weight, I swear. What is bothering you?"
Bobo let out a hot breath. "Nothing at all, Ammar."
"Alright then, since there's nothing," Ammar said, standing up.
Quickly, Bobo grabbed him, knowing he was offended. "Forgive me, my friend, sit down and let's talk."
Ammar sat back down. "I swear, Abdulmaleek, you amaze me with the way you manage to hide some of your matters from me at times."
Bobo said, "Forgive me, Ammar. It's not that I'm hiding anything from you, but I consider this a family secret, even though I know there is nothing I could ever hide from you in my life. You are my only friend I truly trust, and I know you are the same."
"That's true, Bobo, but for God's sake, why do you hide what's bothering you? I've been watching you ever since I returned, and you've been in more distress than you were over the death of the late Ni'ima."
"Because of the distress you were in, Appa and the rest decided to arrange a marriage for you, but instead of finding relief, your distress only increased."
"What is bothering you, Abdulmaleek? Tell me so we can find a solution."
Bobo shifted from his lounging position against the chair, placing both hands on the desk in front of him.
"You see, Ammar, I was mourning my late wife whom I lost, and feeling sorry for Nawal for lacking a mother. That's why I refused to marry, even though you know women aren't my priority. Appa and you pushed hard for me to marry, but I told you I wasn't ready yet. They married Rahma to me because of her older sister's stubborn opposition to my marriage."
"From the day that girl was brought into my house, I didn't let her see me again until I went to bring Nawal."
"...But do you know the surprising thing?"
Ammar shook his head.
"When we entered the house, she gave us a respectful welcome. She didn't show any anger at all over my absence from her."
"That was the first test she passed. The second is how she takes care of Nawal—I swear, if you didn't know better, you wouldn't say she isn't her biological mother. The third thing is cleanliness and cooking skills, though there is a stubborn streak of introvertedness in the girl, I swear."
Ammar burst out laughing. "Well, if it's just being introverted, that's no problem since it's your trait too."
Bobo glared at him. "Malam, this one beats me!"
"Bobo, endure the hardship before marriage, but now seeing her in the house, you're losing your mind because truthfully, you need a woman."
Ammar adjusted his seat. "Well, I don't see any problem here. Isn't she your wife? Just approach her."
"Ammar, you don't understand me. Up until now, the girl is very young, not even 17, she hasn't even finished secondary school. Even Khursiyya is older than her by a year."
Ammar smiled. "Don't worry, my friend, young ones actually provide more peace of mind, try it and see. But for God's sake, stop stressing yourself."
"You don't know the half of it. How on earth do I approach her and show her what I want? You know I hate being disrespected, I swear."
Ammar laughed and said, "Abdulmaleek Aliyu Abdulmaleek the magnate, I swear AAA, you make me laugh. At times I can't figure out what kind of person you are. I swear you would have been better suited for the military than law! You are such a complicated person. Tell me, when you showed love to the late Ni'ima, did you call me to teach you?"
Bobo let out a sigh. "You just don't understand."
"Then make me understand," Ammar said, watching Bobo.
Bobo leaned back against the chair again, slowly twirling a pen. Ammar said, "My guy, just step up like a man, hear me? Take care of your wife, I'm sure Rahma is a blessing in your life. Look at how you've changed and grown brighter. So calm your mind and put on some weight. Rahma is a beautiful, composed young woman with religious knowledge. I swear, the day I looked at the video of your wedding, I wished I was there. She really impressed me at that reception."
"You scoundrel, at the party you were pampering a young girl, but now you're giving her dirty looks."
Bobo smiled and said, "Only you would say that."
"Yours will be talked about too, but when you fall into Rahma's hands." Ammar stood up laughing. "Look, let me get going, Sumayya is over there waiting for me, time has flown."
Bobo, smiling all the while, glared at him. "Are you going to mock me?"
"No, no mockery, honestly."
Bobo also stood up. "I'm leaving too, I'm going to pick up Nawal from school, her driver isn't feeling well today."
"Ah, may God grant him health."
"Amen."
They came out together, each getting into his own car. Ammar and his police escort left, and Bobo headed to Nawal's school to pick her up and take her home.
They entered the house, and the living room was empty, filled only with the scent and the hum of the AC, along with the TV playing softly.
Nawal said, "Papa, Momy is in the room, let's go," and held his hand.
Rahma was standing by the wardrobe taking out clothes when they walked in, not expecting them to be together. Happily, she picked up Nawal, spinning her around and laughing. "My baby, how was school with Papa and Momy?"
"Fine, Momy."
"Mashallah my lovely daughter, let's go give you a bath so you feel refreshed."
"So whenever you're with Nawal, you don't see anyone else?"
Quickly, Rahma looked toward where the voice was coming from, not expecting him to be there.
"Forgive me, I didn't know you were together, welcome." She squeezed her body tightly, as she was wearing only a towel.
He didn't say anything and turned to walk away, but he was flustered at the sight of Rahma's figure. Even though she was young, she had a beautifully shaped body, and he wanted another look at the real Rahma.
With that thought, he went to his room, took off his clothes, and went to take a bath.
After a while, everyone finished what they were doing and gathered in the living room to eat, though Rahma kept her head down.
He noticed that ever since he did that to her, she hadn't relaxed around him, and she didn't want them to make eye contact. She impressed him even more by holding a high place in his heart, because he loved a woman with modesty.
(Modesty is one of the traits of proper upbringing for a woman, but our young girls today have abandoned it, thinking that shamelessness is being modern. Truly, modernity has been given a warped definition; we need to correct ourselves. Modesty is one of the signs of faith, I swear. May God grant us understanding.)
They were all sitting in the living room, Rahma and Nawal playing a video game connected to the TV, while the boss was reading a newspaper.
Safna honked. The gateman peeked out to see who it was; seeing an unfamiliar car, he stood there without opening the gate. Annoyed, Safna peered out and spoke to him in a harsh tone, prompting him to quickly open the gate so she could drive in. She found a spot, parked, and got out, glaring the whole time at the gateman. She was dressed in a red lace skirt and blouse that hugged her figure tightly and looked very good on her. She draped a thin white scarf over her shoulder, and her shoes and handbag were both white. Picking up Rahma's package, she headed to the door she assumed led into the house.
She greeted them and knocked on the door.
Rahma stood up quickly. "Oh, that sounds like Aunty Safna's voice!"
Quickly, Bobo raised his head to look at her upon hearing her mention Safna.
Rahma hurried to the door, while he curled his lip, thinking that today he would finally see the girl who claimed she didn't want him...
Rahma hugged Safna with joy; Safna hugged her back because she had missed her younger sister and rival. "I miss you, my lovely aunty."
"Miss u too, my lili."
Safna pulled her away from her body, saying, "Ummi's chubby little girl, you've gotten even chubbier! What is your groom feeding you?"
Rahma covered her face out of shyness. "Ah, Aunty, for God's sake, stop it."
"Fine, I've stopped," Safna said, taking her hand as they walked into the living room.
Rahma looked at Bobo's usual seat, but it was empty. She looked at Nawal, who had her attention fixed on the game. "Baby, where is Papa?"
Nawal looked up, laughing. "He went to his room, Momy..." She stopped, staring at Safna, then looked at Rahma. "Momy, who is this?"
"It's Aunty, my baby."
Nawal ran over and hugged Safna. "Oyoyo, my aunty!"
Safna hugged her back, saying, "Oyoyo, Momy's baby!"
After they sat down, Safna kept staring at Nawal, feeling like she recognized the child.
Rahma placed a tray of snacks in front of Safna, saying, "I swear, Aunty, I didn't expect to see you."
Safna let out a small laugh and said, "Well, now you see me."
She sat down and they started chatting, acting nothing like the rivals they used to be.
As they were deeply engrossed in conversation, Safna's eyes landed on a framed photo of Bobo. A heavy lump formed inside her stomach, and before she could fully recover, Bobo walked out of his room.
"Ah, do we have a visitor?"
Shocked, Safna lifted her head to look at him. Heart palpitations, racing heartbeat, stomach churning—all hit her at once. The way she stared wide-eyed at Bobo caused him to scowl.
Rahma was also looking at her, assuming Safna was just feeling shy because of her past actions.

Summary

The story revolves around Rahma, her young stepdaughter Nawal, and her husband Abdulmaleek (fondly known as Bobo). Initially distant and harsh due to the circumstances of their marriage, Bobo begins to soften toward Rahma because of her genuine care and affection for Nawal, her cleanliness, and her modesty.
During a quiet afternoon at home, Rahma's older sister and Bobo's former admirer, Safna, unexpectedly visits. Safna, who had previously rejected Bobo's marriage proposal only to realize her grave mistake when he married her younger sister instead, is struck with shock and panic upon unexpectedly coming face-to-face with Bobo inside his own home.

Description

This excerpt showcases a domestic drama highlighting themes of family dynamics, hidden emotions, traditional modesty, and the complicated web of past romances meeting present realities. It blends lighthearted family interactions—such as a father bonding with his clever young daughter over fears of wall geckos—with high-stakes emotional tension as past rejections and complex love triangles resurface under the same roof.

Analytics

• Primary Characters:
  • Abdulmaleek (Bobo): A wealthy, successful lawyer/businessman with a strict, introverted exterior, deeply attached to his daughter Nawal and slowly warming up to his young wife.
  • Rahma: Bobo's young, modest, and dedicated wife who navigates her marriage with quiet grace and patience.
  • Nawal (Zuh'ra): Bobo's precocious and affectionate young daughter who bridges the emotional gap between her father and stepmother.
  • Safna: Rahma's older sister whose regret over rejecting Bobo drives ongoing romantic tension and conflict.
• Core Themes:
  • Growth of affection through domestic harmony.
  • The value of modesty and traditional respect in relationships.
  • Unresolved past choices colliding with present marital commitments.
• Tone: Romantic drama blended with subtle comedic relief (notably Bobo's secret amusement and fear of wall geckos).