Raina kama Book Compelet By Billyn Abdull

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RAINA KAMA COMPLETE HAUSA NOVELS 

In Galadima's sector, however, various tasks occupied his attention. He was completely busy because their company was attempting to release a brand-new smartphone model.
As for what happened in Nigeria, he pushed it aside due to the warning his doctor gave him to reduce excessive stress, as his condition was beginning to flare up.
Thus, he forced himself to put everything behind him, though he still had underground investigations running. Furthermore, the manager's family had also been freed; they were released two weeks after he left Nigeria.
He completely set aside anything concerning Nigeria—he didn't even care about the Eid celebrations, and he stopped his end-of-the-month visits. Momma did not say a word to him about refusing to visit.
This was because when His Royal Highness (Momma's father) came, they discussed the incident thoroughly. It was he who advised Galadima to pause his visits to Nigeria for a while until everything subsided before continuing the investigation. After all, those who committed the act wouldn't sleep either; right now, their eyes were wide open to everything. But if people acted indifferent and let everything calm down, then steps could be taken. This was why he stopped visiting. As for his business over there, Harun was managing everything.
He had just stepped out of the office to go home, freshen up, and then head to the hospital when his phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and checked. Seeing Muftahu on the line, he simply put the phone back in his pocket without answering it.
He waved goodbye to Beejay, his colleague, agreeing to see him tomorrow. As he tried to get into his car, the call came in again. He got in, sat down, and answered. He and Muftahu exchanged greetings, and Muftahu asked about Abie's health.
He replied, "Alhamdulillah."
Muftahu said, "May Allah not let me be a burden to you? I just wanted us to talk."
He leaned his head against the seat and closed his eyes, then stated with an air of arrogance, "I am listening to you."
From the other end, Muftahu smiled and said, "It's about those kids. One of them just had her engagement called off. The person who was supposed to marry her said he canceled because... because of... because..." He struggled to speak because the words felt too heavy in his mouth.
Galadima said, "Speak up, man. You know I don't like beating around the bush."
"Wallahi, the news is unpleasant to hear. They said she is your prostitute, and right now, the girl is even in the hospital."
He bit his lower lip hard, his heart burning. Then he released a short, mocking smile, sat upright, and opened his eyes. "Hmm, Muftahu, who is this guy she was supposed to marry?"
"Wallahi, I don't know either."
"Oh right, don't worry, I will think about the matter. I haven't even looked at the files you sent me about the girl yet; things have just been too much for me, wallahi. But haven't those tracking her found anything concerning that rumor?"
"Honestly, they haven't found anything contrary to our thoughts. But wait, it's not just one girl—they are twins. Check the files and see."
"Okay, we will talk later."
After they said goodbye, he sat in silence, deep in thought. You could tell just by looking at him that he was furious. He exhaled a heavy breath, started the car, and drove off. His eyes were bloodshot with anger. Had it really come to this, that someone called off a wedding with a girl because of him? Who did this to him? What did they do to him that was so severe they had to disgrace him like this? Wallahi, he swore that whoever had a hand in this public humiliation would receive no mercy from him; they would surely regret ever knowing him.
With these thoughts, he arrived home.
There was no one in the house except Jakadiya. Sauban and the others were at school, while Aunty Mimi and Momma were at the hospital. Jakadiya curtsied to greet him. He could only raise a hand to her and head upstairs.
She followed him with a pitying gaze. His behavior showed that his mind was troubled, yet he was a man who respected his elders. Even though she worked under them, he had never belittled her—a clear reflection of their mother's good upbringing.
As soon as he entered his room, he took off his shirt, sat on the edge of the bed, put on his medical glasses, and pulled his laptop toward him. He opened Muftahu's email.
All the information and history regarding Munaya were right there.
He immersed himself completely in what he was reading. He was amazed—what kind of home did these girls come from? Some parts made him laugh (though he only laughed inwardly), while other parts made him angry. He finished reading the history of the identical young women thoroughly.
He stood up, pacing the room while pondering what the next step should be. Deep down, his mind kept whispering to him that those girls' hands were involved in what was done to him. Yet, he kept asking himself: What would drive them to do it? What is their gain since they were also disgraced? But now, his mind was telling him something completely different after reading their background history.
His mind kept pushing him to use this final opportunity in his investigation since all other avenues had failed to yield any meaningful trace.
But then again, is this in line with traditional Hausa upbringing? And later, when everything comes to light, how will people view him? Will she even be able to understand him? After all, things like this only happen in movies or novels. But still, this was his last chance. Did it mean he had to kill two birds with one stone? .............✍🏼
Tirk'ashi! As for me, I couldn't grasp Galadima's complicated train of thought ☹. Fans, did any of you understand it? Translate it for us 🤔?
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...We felt a bit relieved seeing that the call wasn't just for us alone—Safara'u and the others were called too. We found a spot, sat down, and greeted them.
Only Fiddausi was left, and soon after, she walked in with a greeting. We all answered, and she greeted Abba.
The parlor fell silent for about two minutes. Then our Abba cleared his throat, looking at all of us with a reflective gaze. Seeing that we were all gathered, he said, "We called you here because of what happened recently. My mind has not been at ease with how you are living right under our roof. My brothers and I have made a decision: we will marry all of you off. Each of you can continue your education from your husband's house; that will also give us peace of mind. Therefore, let each of you find someone who is coming for your hand and tell him that we want to meet his family, if he is truly serious."
We all answered "Yes, Abba" with our heads bowed.
Some of us were happy about this, but not me and Munubiya, because we didn't have any serious suitors at hand. It wasn't that we didn't have men asking us out; our problem was finding someone we could actually present for marriage.
Dady's voice interrupted my thoughts as I heard him telling the others to get up and leave, but instructing me to stay.
They all walked out and left me behind. Fear filled my heart once again. After they left, Baba Karami motioned for me to come forward.
Like a frightened chicken caught in an egg spill, I stood up, walked over to them, and sat down with my head bowed.
Baba Karami said, "Munaya!"
With a trembling voice, I answered, "Yes, Baba."
He adjusted his seating position properly. "Munaya, I know you do not lie. Tell me between you and Allah, what is your relationship with Galadima?"
My heart skipped a beat—daaaam! I tried to swallow the tears rising in my throat. "Wallahi Baba, I have no relationship with him whatsoever. In fact, I had never laid eyes on him until the Eid celebration, and even then, I didn't see his face. The only other time was when I bumped into him at the Eid ground while looking for Kamal. And wallahi, that day I only apologized to him; he didn't even answer me before he left. I didn't even know who he was at the time."
"Then why was your picture printed showing you inside his plaza?"
"Dady, please forgive me. It is true, I know we made a mistake there, but please forgive me. Because I know if we hadn't gone to the plaza that night, perhaps this wouldn't have happened. But wallahi, what actually happened was..." She calmly detailed everything to them, though instead of saying Munubiya was the one involved, she claimed it was herself.
Even though they hadn't witnessed the actual event with their own eyes, their hearts were softened. Baba Karami said, "May Allah make it right. There is clearly something else behind this that we do not know about. May Allah resolve everything with ease."
We all said "Amin."
Dady said, "Munaya! Out of the patience we've shown with you, you got a reprieve from the two-week ultimatum to produce a husband. Now, gather your thoughts and bring someone forward like your other relatives. Insha Allah, after the big Eid, we will marry all of you off at once. May Allah bless you, do you hear? Continue to protect your dignity, and go back to school now that things have calmed down."
I nodded my head and expressed my gratitude.
I met our Innarmu and Munubiya sitting gloomily in the parlor, waiting for my return. I found a place to sit down with a heavy heart.
Innarmu asked, "What happened?"
I smiled faintly while wiping away the tears that escaped my eyes. "It's nothing, Innarmu. They asked me the truth about what happened, and they've withdrawn the two-week deadline to find a husband. My wedding will be combined with the others after Sallah like Munubiya's, and we can go back to school..."
Both Munubiya and Innarmu let out sighs of relief. "Alhamdulillah, may Allah grant you good husbands," Innarmu said.
In our hearts, we answered her with "Amin."
The next day.
We prepared to go to school. To avoid any unforeseen trouble, both Munubiya and I wore our nikabs, just as Innarmu had advised us.
Alhamdulillah, from the time we left until we arrived, we didn't encounter anything upsetting because our faces were covered.
In class, no one recognized us except Bilkeesu, and even then, we came out of it safely without any trouble. However, because we were jittery, we couldn't completely relax. As soon as lectures ended, we headed straight home.
That was how we continued going to school every day with our faces covered. Even if we were sent on errands within the neighborhood, we had to wear our nikabs because our faces had already become recognizable targets...
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Having finished getting ready, he left. He didn't even wait for the food Samha had prepared for him; he drove straight to the hospital where Abie was receiving treatment.
He first ran into Jakadiya holding Khaleel. Khaleel broke away, ran toward him, and shouted, "Uncle oyoyo!"
Galadima opened his arms, caught him as he jumped into his embrace, and stroked the boy's head, saying, "My boy, how are you?"
"Fine, Uncle Sam... when did you return?"
Galadima smiled and gently pinched Khaleel's cheek. "Talkative, I returned today."
The boy laughed and was about to say something else when Galadima placed a finger over his lips as a sign to keep quiet. Khaleel immediately quieted down because he knew Uncle Sam's rules very well.
Jakadiya curtsied to greet him. He answered with a faint smile and asked her how Abie was doing.
"The health is improving, Alhamdulillah, Your Highness."
He simply nodded his head and walked past, holding Khaleel's hand.
He greeted them and entered the room where Abie was admitted. It was a large room, not looking like a hospital ward at all; you could tell it was designed for prominent people like them. Momma was sitting on a chair in front of the bed where Abie lay. The bed itself wasn't a standard hospital bed; it was fitted with various medical devices that apparently supported Abie's body. Momma was trimming his nails.
Aunty Mimi was sitting on the chairs arranged to the side like a parlor lounge, with a laptop on her lap, typing away.
Galadima's greeting made her look up with a smile. "My younger brother, oyoyo!" she said, pushing the laptop off her lap.
He smiled back at her, and with that arrogant tone of his that sounded forced, he said, "My dear Aunty, greetings."
She raised her hand and playfully slapped his arm, saying, "You should say hello, not greetings."
He rubbed the spot where she had slapped him, frowning like a small child. "Wallahi it hurts, Aunty Mimi. Am I still not old enough to escape slaps from you?"
"Tsh, you have a long way to go. Only on the day you get married will I stop."
He twisted his mouth and walked over to where Momma was, saying, "In that case, you'll be doing it for a long time."
Momma, who was smiling at their drama, looked at Abie, whose face was also brightened, showing happiness at seeing his son.
He walked up and knelt right in front of his face, placing his hand in his father's while a smile spread across his own face. "My Abie, good afternoon."
Abie answered him with his eyes, as they were his only means of speech for now.
Abie signaled to him with his eyes, asking if he had left them behind safely.
Galadima gave a wry smile and said, "His Royal Highness sends his regards; he will also come next week."
Joy spread even further across Abie's face. Only those who knew his nature could understand his happiness or sorrow, especially Momma.
Momma, watching them, smiled. Galadima turned his gaze toward her. "Momma, how are you all doing?"
"Alhamdulillah, Muhammad. Did you leave them well?"
He twisted his mouth slightly and said, "Fine. How is Abie's health?"
"Improving, Alhamdulillah. The day you left, the fingers of his right hand twitched a little."
Galadima quickly asked, "Really, Momma?" He said this while looking at Abie's hand, then with immense joy, he kissed the hand, saying, "Alhamdulillah ala kulli halin, may Allah grant you health, my sweet Abie."
Abie closed his eyes as happiness beamed across his face. Aunty Mimi, Momma, and Jakadiya watched them with deep sympathy and answered with "Amin."
Khaleel touched his shoulder, and Galadima turned to look at him. The boy raised his hand to wipe away the tears pooling on Galadima's cheeks. Galadima pulled him into an embrace, kissing the boy's head with a smile on his face.
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Today was our last day going to school because we had afternoon lectures, and Fauziyya was unwell so she wasn't going.
Since things had calmed down quite a bit, we didn't wear our nikabs on the way out, but we held them in our hands so we could put them on once we got to school.
We stepped out to the roadside waiting for a taxi or keke napep when a sleek black car pulled up right in front of us. Both Munubiya and I turned our heads away and stepped aside.
The driver lowered his window and looked at us, greeting us. Munubiya answered, but as for me, he wasn't even worth a glance.
Seeing this, he opened the door and stepped out. He was a young, dark-skinned, handsome man with a very cheerful demeanor. He said, "Come on, young ladies, why the hostility?"
With attitude, I retorted, "Who told you we are young ladies? We are married women."
He smiled and adjusted his stance. "Dear, even that response you just gave proves to me that it isn't true."
I shot him a slight glare and looked away, because right now, men just annoyed me wallahi.
He laughed. "Oh sweety, don't make me faint right here on the street."
Seeing that he was trying to push his luck, I grabbed Munubiya's hand and we left the spot. He let us be and went back to sit in his car. He followed the keke napep all the way to the school gate, and after that, we didn't know what happened as we just hurried inside.
Two days after that incident, while we were doing laundry in the courtyard, Yaa Anas walked in. He looked at us and smiled, "Twins, which of you has a boyfriend with a black car?"
We all looked at him. Gwaggo Haleema and Safara'u's mother, who were working in the courtyard, also turned to look at us.
Munubiya quickly said, "It's Munaya, Yaa Anas."
"Then go, he's waiting for you at the front gate."
I shot a glare at Munubiya. "Wallahi Munubiya, lying is not good."
She laughed and went back to her laundry. "Get up and go, you're wasting his time."
I picked up my hijab and walked out, intending to go give him a piece of my mind and come right back.
Gwaggo Haleematu and Safara'u's mother followed me with gazes full of meaning. Well, I didn't care what they thought.
Leaning against his car, I saw him dressed in a honey-colored shadda complete with a cap—quite unlike the first day we saw him in casual clothes. His presence was so striking that I lost the urge to unleash the scolding I had planned. I greeted him and asked, "What brought you to the front of our house? And who showed you the way anyway?"
He smiled slightly. "What brings a young man to a lady's house?"
"Whatever," I said, turning my face away.
"Oh come on, baby, let's put this drama aside. I didn't come here to play. From the moment I saw you and your sister, you turned my mind upside down. I swore to myself that whichever of you Allah gave me, I would take. I didn't find peace of mind until I tracked down your house. My name is Haidar Mustapha."
I kept quiet and didn't answer him.
He smiled as he stepped closer to me. "Please, baby, talk to me?"
It took a lot of effort before I finally answered him and told him my name. What I discovered about Haidar was that he was a very humble person, and I saw no trace of deception in him whatsoever.
Within a few short days, we grew accustomed to Haidar—a surprising level of closeness that even I marveled at, wallahi.
It was around that same time that Yaa Marwan also showed that he wanted Munubiya. Oh, you needed to see the joy in our parents' hearts! They were so happy they could practically pour water on the ground and drink it out of sheer delight.
This development terribly angered the other households in our compound. They had wanted us to remain spinsters, lagging behind while their own children's wedding dates were set and we had no suitors. But Allah's will prevailed over theirs.
Munubiya's bride price was brought to our house first, followed shortly by Safara'u's. Then Haidar's parents arrived too. That day, Innarmu and we cried tears of joy. Anyone who loved us rejoiced with us over this matter, because nobody ever thought we would find husbands so quickly after everything that had happened.
The rest of our female relatives also had their marriage bride prices brought in. Instantly, wedding dates were fixed for just three months away—two months after the big Sallah.
By now, our minds were at ease, save for the never-ending family drama, and the lingering echoes of what had happened between us and Galadima. Sometimes we still faced public humiliation from people when we went out; whereas we used to sit and cry, our hearts were starting to grow thick-skinned.
As for Galadima, we didn't even hear a whisper about him anymore, nor Fu'aad. Haidar had completely made me forget there ever was a Fu'aad.
Thus, the big Sallah began to approach. People were busy making preparations, but not us. Both Munubiya and I vowed that we weren't going anywhere except to Mama Rabi'a's house...
We entered the Sallah celebrations in peace. Our parents performed the animal sacrifice just like they did every single year, and Innaro was given her share too. We didn't go anywhere this time around. Safara'u and the others went out visiting. On the day of meat roasting, all the newly wedded brides came around for Sallah visits—it felt like a coordinated arrangement. Every single one of them looked radiant, plump, and glowing, and some even carried the signs of early pregnancy.
Each of them walked with their heads held high, feeling that her husband was better than anyone else's. Their parents bared their teeth in pride, boasting and throwing subtle insults at us.
None of us answered them because Innarmu had forbidden it.
Through Ayusher, we heard that Galadima was not present at the Sallah horse-riding durbar this time. That didn't bother me at all, because he wasn't on my mind; I had forgotten all about some guy named Galadima.
Three days after the Sallah celebrations ended, a terrifying storm hit.
Haidar's parents arrived, demanding their things back and calling off the wedding because they had been told I was a loose woman.
Innalillahi wa'inna ilaihirraji'un. Today, we and Innarmu witnessed a catastrophe. Innarmu and Mama Rabi'a were crying floods of tears. Their belongings were packed up and handed back to them.
Innaro stormed in and started her usual chaos without regard for anyone, hurling insults at Innarmu. The other people in the house were overjoyed; they felt as though they had been granted divine favor because my wedding had been canceled. In their eyes, how could it be that their children married wealthy men while I, too, was set to marry a wealthy man? It simply couldn't be allowed...
Weeping bitterly, I called Haidar and asked him why he would do this to me. He knew from the beginning that he didn't love me—why did he come to our house and involve his parents?
"Shut up, my sister, and keep quiet! Am I a fool to marry a girl whose picture was plastered across newspapers while someone was kissing her? Oh, so I was supposed to be kept in the dark and handed someone else's leftovers? Turns out you are Galadima's prostitute! May Allah expose you and your parents. If we ever cross paths on the street, don't you dare act like you know me."
I opened my mouth to talk back, but he hung up. I tried calling back immediately, but the line was dead.
I burst into tears. I didn't know what happened next, except that I suddenly found myself collapsing to the ground.
In a panic, Munubiya rushed toward me, crying and shaking me.
Instantly, the room filled with Dady and the others. There was no sign of life left in me, which prompted them to rush me immediately to the hospital...
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Meanwhile, in Galadima's sector, various tasks had consumed his attention. He was completely busy because their company was trying to release a brand-new smartphone model.
As for what happened in Nigeria, he had cast it aside because of the warning his doctor gave him to reduce stress, as his illness was starting to act up.
He forced himself to push everything away, though he still had underground investigations running. Moreover, the manager's family had been freed; two weeks after he left Nigeria, they were released.
He completely set aside anything concerning Nigeria. He didn't even care about the Sallah celebrations, and he had stopped his end-of-the-month visits. Momma didn't say a word to him about skipping those trips.
Because when His Royal Highness (Momma's father) came, they discussed the incident thoroughly...

Summary

This chapter centers around two parallel narratives: the emotional and personal turmoil faced by Munaya in Nigeria, and the high-powered corporate life and lingering suspicions of Galadima abroad.

• Galadima's Perspective: Fully occupied with his company's new smartphone launch in an effort to distract himself and manage his health, Galadima receives a disturbing phone call from Muftahu. Muftahu informs him that Munaya's marriage has been abruptly called off because her fiancé discovered her scandalous past and labeled her as Galadima's mistress. Shocked and enraged that someone has dared to ruin a woman's life over him, Galadima re-evaluates Munaya's dossier, wondering if there is a deeper conspiracy and debating whether to use this connection as a final tool in his secret investigations.

• Munaya's Perspective: Back home, life has been turbulent. After her family's initial relief when suitors (including a kind young man named Haidar) came forward for her and her twin sister Munubiya, tragedy strikes again. Following the Sallah celebrations, Haidar and his parents abruptly break off the engagement, influenced by renewed malicious gossip and leaked newspaper scandals labeling Munaya as Galadima's lover. Heartbroken and publicly disgraced once more, Munaya collapses into unconsciousness, prompting a frantic medical emergency called by her devastated family.

  Narrative Description

  The excerpt weaves themes of corporate pressure, family honor, social stigma, and emotional manipulation. It highlights the stark contrast between elite high-tech business environments (represented by Galadima's corporate stress and medical precautions) and traditional communal living in Nigeria, where gossip, family expectations, and public scandals can abruptly derail a young woman's future. The pacing shifts dynamically between Galadima's cold, calculating introspection and Munaya's vulnerable, tragic vulnerability under the weight of societal judgment.

  Literary Analytics

• Character Motifs & Contrasts: Galadima is characterized by emotional suppression, arrogance, and a methodical quest for retribution, whereas Munaya embodies resilience battered down by relentless societal malice and public shaming.
• Thematic Elements:
  • Reputation and Scandal: The lingering ghost of the plaza photo scandal acts as a catalyst that destroys Munaya's social standing and romantic prospects repeatedly.
  • Control vs. Chaos: Galadima attempts to control his environment through business and investigations but is repeatedly pulled back by emotional triggers from Nigeria. Munaya, conversely, has zero control over her narrative as external rumors continually sabotage her happiness.
• Plot Structure: The chapter utilizes dual-perspective storytelling, contrasting the elite, detached world of Galadima with the grounded, high-stakes domestic reality of Munaya, ultimately converging on the theme of collateral damage caused by the initial scandal.