Siyasa ko kabilanci Book By Billyn Abdull

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SIYASA KO KABILANCI BOOK COMPELET 

A glance up and down at her, and he said, "Give me way."
She pouted her lips and replied, "I'll give it to you, but I want to remind you of yesterday's matter."
He shot her a glare but didn't say a word.
Safna wore an unbothered smile and said, "I know you don't love Rahma, because if you did, you wouldn't have left without eating her food."
He hissed with harsh irritation and intimidation, "To hell with you, give me way, or by God, right now I'll do something to you that even your great-grandchildren will hear tales of, you mere ignorant fool."
Seeing that his demeanor had completely changed as if he was going to beat her, she stepped aside, sucking her teeth and muttering under her breath.
He walked out hissing. Just at that moment, Rahma came out, but she didn't see what had happened.
As for Safna, she was consumed by bitterness and anxiety: Could this man have refused the food? Truly, he has cheated me.
Rahma interrupted her thoughts: "Aunty Safna, are you alright?"
Safna took a breath, twisting her face, "I'm perfectly fine, what did you see?"
Rahma said, "No, I just thought you looked out of sorts."
In a furious tone, Safna snapped, "Well, I'm fine," and stormed away.
Rahma shook her head, because if there was one thing she was used to, it was her older sister's temperament.
Night came, and Bobo returned home. Nawal ran to welcome him.
Rahma and Safna also greeted him. He responded with a stern face and walked straight to his room, with Nawal following him.
Rahma also stood up, picked up a bottle of water, and followed them. Safna hissed, stood up, and went into Rahma's room.
Rahma entered the room with a greeting, but he had already gone into the bathroom. Only Nawal was sitting there playing with his phone. Rahma placed the water down and said, "Nawal, let's go sleep."
Nawal shrugged, scowled, and said, "Um-um, Momy, I'm going to sleep in Papa's room."
Rahma tried and tried, but Nawal refused, so she left her and went back to her own room.
She didn't return to the room until 10:34 PM. He was sitting down, clicking away on his laptop when she entered. Nawal was already fast asleep.
About three minutes after she entered, he lifted his head, looked at her once, and returned his gaze to the laptop. "Take Nawal and carry her to your room," he spoke in a calm voice.
Rahma whined, "For God's sake, let her stay here."
The way she spoke forced him to look up again. She gave a pouting, puppy-dog expression, and he felt something pinch his heart. He half-closed his eyes with a subtle smirk at the corner of his mouth—one that Rahma herself didn't notice—and said, "How can she sleep here? She is too big to sleep with us. If there was no one else in the other room, you could say she should stay alone, but since there are others, she'll sleep there." He returned his gaze and went back to work.
Reluctantly, she picked her up and headed to her room with her. Safna was sitting on her phone when Rahma entered, changed Nawal's clothes, and tucked her in.
She looked at Safna: "Aunty Safna, good night."
Safna looked at her in surprise, and with a sneer asked, "Where are you going that you're saying good night?"
Feeling slightly awkward, Rahma said, "To Daddy Nawal's room."
"Daddy Nawal's room? Well, well, a new style has appeared. Even today?"
Rahma didn't say anything and walked out.
He was still in front of his laptop when she entered and sat on the room's chair.
He looked at her briefly after checking the time, then returned to his work.
After about two minutes, he asked, "Aren't you feeling sleepy? Or didn't you look at the clock?"
She just smiled without saying anything. He said, "Go sleep; I won't finish this Nawal work anytime soon."
Even though her heart was full of anxiety, it didn't stop her from getting up. She climbed onto the bed, but lay down far on the edge, said her prayers, and stayed quiet as if she were fast asleep. Yet, every time Bobo moved, her heart skipped a beat, feeling as though he was coming right for her.
Even though Rahma wasn't a loud or overly talkative young woman, and thus didn't hang out much with friends to gossip about marriage matters (her friends being limited to Basma and Ihsan), they were taught certain things at Islamiyya school, and she sometimes read Hausa novels she saw with Basma or Ihsan. Those reasons gave her a lot of knowledge about marital life. However, the way Bobo completely ignored her presence made her loosen up and forget the ordeal of the wedding night. But now, Safna's arrival threatened to stir trouble...
She kept thinking and thinking until real sleep finally overcame her.
As for Bobo, completely unaware of her thoughts, his mind was on his work because the next day, God willing, he had a court case.
In Rahma's room, Safna couldn't sit or stand still. Just because she spoke yesterday, today he invited Rahma to sleep in his room? He wants to show me that what I said wasn't true!
She bit her lip, shedding tears. "If he touches her, I swear I'll make him divorce her and marry me, because I've loved him since I never knew any mortal in this world." She burst into crying.
She picked up her phone and called Baseera. It was answered without even pausing for greetings: "Baseera, I'm in trouble."
"What kind of trouble, my friend?"
"Baseera, all the advice you gave me, I executed yesterday. I approached him and spoke to him, and he said, 'Today Rahma went to sleep in his room; right now, as I speak to you, she is in there.'"
Baseera let out a sigh: "Safna, calm your mind, nothing will happen to her. I know he only did that to upset you. How much of a woman is Rahma that he would touch her, if he has any mercy..."
Safna cut her off quickly: "Baseera, you don't understand. Men nowadays don't care about a small woman, and you know it too—especially him, a pampered guy who sees everything going smoothly in his life. You know he's bound to desire a woman."
"That's true, Safna, but watch out for one thing: they were forced together, neither of them wants the other. So you see, he won't go to her aggressively, given his proud nature. Anyway, let me ask you—did you carry out the Mallam's work?"
"I carried it out yesterday, but the fiery stuff didn't work. It made him clash with her; he came out of the room angry and left. Yesterday he only ate breakfast at home, and thank God I didn't pour all of it."
"Well, that's a relief. Now, there is only one advice that will bring you peace so you can get some sleep: go check on them through the window and see the state they are in."
"Come on, Baseera, that's not advice! If I go and see something, what will make my heart stop pounding?"
"Don't worry, by the grace of God you won't see anything."
After saying goodbye, Safna sneaked out toward the back of the rooms. By the grace of God, the window to his room was open. Creeping softly, she went to it and peered inside. She saw Bobo sitting on the edge of the bed typing on his laptop, while Rahma was lying far from him, covered in a blanket, fast asleep.
A soft sigh of relief escaped her, and she turned back, returning to sleep in peace.
"Hmm, have you heard? Putting oneself in hardship, dear readers! May God save us from malicious deeds."
Marak'isiyya said, "Aunty Billy, let's go sleep too. Only Bobo stays awake day and night tapping away on a laptop."
I replied, "That man from Madina has work like iron; he never tires of working."
Today marked three years (three days) since Rahma started sleeping in Bobo's room, but by no means had he ever approached her in any way contrary to reason. Therefore, she began to loosen up, unlike before when she slept in terror.
She was sitting performing her bedtime prayers when he came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel, plus a small one he used to dry his hair. Quickly, Rahma finished her prayer and lay down.
He smiled and said, "Truly, Rahma, you are selfish; you always pray only for yourself and never for me."
She smiled and replied, "I pray for you too."
"Is that really so, my cute?"
"By God, I'm serious."
"Alright then, I believe you," he said as he put on his sleeping clothes. Completely dressed, he sprayed some perfume, sat on the edge of the bed, and picked up his phone to check it because it had rung while he was in the bathroom. It was Khairiyya, so he checked the time and called her back. On the second ring, she picked up and said, "Ya Bobo, good afternoon (how was your day)?"
Giving a cold response, he said, "I'm fine," and added, "Why are you calling me at this time of night?"
"Forgive me, Yaya, I dialed Anty Rahma's number, but it was switched off. I wanted to speak with her."
"What happened?"
"Nothing really, we were just wondering if she's coming tomorrow, God willing."
"You kids, I've noticed you are the ones trying to teach my wife to roam around. Now, besides wanting to gad about, what business does she have visiting you?"
"Ah, Yaya, I swear we were just making plans, and you see Ammi has stopped us from going anywhere."
He let out a small hiss and said, "May God bring the day," and without waiting for her reply, he hung up and switched the phone completely off.
He turned back to look at Rahma, who was lying stiffly, pretending to be asleep. He smiled. No matter a bride's cleverness, she'll get caught slipping. I know you're wide awake. If you don't turn around and pray for me, you'll be surprised today.
Quickly, she turned around.
He burst into laughter. "You are such a coward! Now pray for me because I'm feeling sleepy."
In her mind, she thought, Today there's no laptop tapping.
Outwardly, she pouted her lips, and in a coaxing tone said, "I already prayed for you a while ago..."
He smiled, pulled her into his embrace, and squeezed her tightly. Both of them let out a sigh. Rahma's body began to tremble, and her heart beat so fast that even Bobo could feel its pounding. He smiled internally and thought, What am I going to do with this coward?
Feeling her make restless movements to break free, he squeezed her tighter, cradling her head, and began kissing her neck.
"Daddy Nawal, please, stop..."
Without letting her finish, he sealed his lips with hers, thoroughly playing with her tongue and body. Seeing that he was about to go too far, she began thrashing with her legs and pinching him.
After having his fill, he released her, catching his breath.
Quickly, she moved away, catching her breath too. Once he had calmed down, in a soft yet choked voice, he said, "Come and pray for me, or else I'll do worse than this."
Without wasting any time, she turned to him, prayed over him, and rubbed him as he requested, while he chuckled under his breath, calling her a coward.
She kept quiet, pondering the nature of men, because to her, this NEW PHENOMENON surpassed her understanding.
As for Safna, her mind was now at ease ever since Mallam Da'u told her that nothing would happen between Rahma and Bobo since they didn't know each other. In his opinion, he had sent a jinn to guard them so they wouldn't feel any desire for each other, let alone have anything happen.
Hmm, look at those who argue against the decree of God!
IN THE MORNING, Rahma woke up feeling intensely shy around Bobo. She completely refused to make eye contact with him.
Safna watched them closely, so even at breakfast, she scowled and glared. No one paid attention to her. Bobo kept his eyes on his wife, while Rahma focused on feeding Nawal so she wouldn't be late. Breakfast finished like that, Bobo took Nawal, and they left. Rahma escorted them to the car, and shortly after they left, Safna also went off to school.
Until close to Maghrib, Safna hadn't returned from school. Rahma's anxiety spiked; she called her phone, but it wouldn't go through. Despite whatever state she was in, Bobo noticed, but didn't say anything.
After finishing his ablutions for the mosque, he came out to the living room and found Rahma pacing back and forth. He gave her a thorough look, almost walking past her, but then turned back. "Is everything alright?"
She made a slight face. "I swear, Aunty Safna still hasn't returned, and I tried calling her phone, but it won't go through. For God's sake, could you try calling her so we can see..."
The way she spoke made him feel pity. Without saying a word, he pulled his phone from his pocket. He was about to use his family line, but stopped when he remembered who would pick up. Instead, he used his office line, which everyone knew. He lifted his eyes, looking at her as a cue to tell him the number.
She recited it as he punched it in. With much surprise, he looked at the number because whenever she was called, text messages were sent from it. He brushed it aside and called her because he didn't want Rahma to figure anything out. Luckily, the call went through; on the second ring, she picked up, her body shaking from seeing who had called.
With a seductive tone, she said, "Assalamu Alaika."
Knowing the importance of the greeting made him respond. In a stiff voice, he asked, "Where are you?"
Safna felt a rush of cool pleasure and softened her voice deep in her throat. "I swear, my car had a little problem, maybe you could come help me..."
Without giving her an answer, he hung up the phone completely. He looked at Rahma and said, "She said she's on her way, her car had a problem, but it's been fixed."
Hmm, did you hear Bobo lying? 🤣
As for Safna, the moment he hung up, she quickly stared at her phone. Her mood soured a bit, but she composed herself and called him back. Hearing that the phone was switched off made her assume he had no battery.
Shortly after, the mechanic she had called arrived. She handed him the keys, hailed a tricycle, and headed home...
During Isha prayer, Safna entered the house. No one was in the living room except the sound of the TV. She walked past toward Rahma's room where she and Nawal were praying.
Quickly backing away when she was certain Rahma hadn't seen her, she walked straight to the food on the dining table. She uncovered the food, messed it up with her fingers, covered it back, and headed to her room.
By then, they had finished praying. Rahma said, "Oh Aunty, my heart was truly troubled; I saw it getting late and your phone wouldn't go through."
Safna said, "Ah, my little one, the car had a problem and there was no network there."
"Well, may God protect us from future trouble."
"Did Ummi call you?"
"No," Safna said, looking at Rahma. "Why do you ask?"
"Nothing really, earlier after you left, she called me saying Abba is complaining that I should return home since I'm feeling better, but I told them to bear with it until Khairiyya's wedding is over, then I'll return."
Safna let out a breath. In her mind, she thought: You Ummi people, you are trying to ruin my work, but I'll try my best in the few days I have left to do everything necessary. Outwardly, she smiled: "That's fine, Rahma." With that, she got up to head to the bathroom.
Bobo had just finished entering the room, having stood by the door listening to their chat for a while.
Safna, who was trying to enter the bathroom, turned and looked at him. As their eyes met, she flashed him a sweet smile. "Ya Bob, thanks for picking me up, may God preserve our kinship," she finished with a raised eyebrow...
Bobo froze in place. What does this girl mean? Did I pick her up from her mother's house?...
Rahma, too, gave him a suspicious look, because everything Safna did was right before her eyes. Instantly, her eyes filled with tears from jealousy; even she didn't know she was capable of such fierce jealousy. Swallowing something bitter down her throat, she stood up and walked right out of the room.
Quickly, he turned and watched Rahma until she disappeared. Nawal, too, unaware of any drama, got up and followed Rahma.
Just then, Safna stepped out of the bathroom, flashed a wicked smile, and walked slowly right up to him. "My jaan, a slacker doesn't make an expert. I know you love me too, but I don't know what stops you from showing it. So don't worry, I'm not afraid of Rahma; I will make her understand like a deaf person, and if she doesn't get it, I'll translate it for her."
From the moment she started speaking, he just stared at her, completely at a loss for what move to make against her. Before he could react, she walked away, and he followed her like a fool.
At the dining table, they found Rahma and Nawal eating their food. Bobo pulled up the chair right next to Rahma and sat down. Safna also sat close to him, effectively trapping him in the middle. From the moment they came out, Rahma didn't even glance their way; she just kept eating her food.
Safna pulled a plate and started serving Bobo food. Realizing she was the one serving him, he simply picked up a spoon and began eating straight from Rahma's plate instead.
That action burned Safna with anger, but she held back and started eating the food she had served herself. As for Rahma, even when Bobo put his hand in her food, she didn't pay attention to him. He was amazed, having never seen her angry like this before.
When they finished eating, Bobo stood up to go to his room. Safna quickly said, "Ya Bob, what about our talk earlier? Or will you take me to school tomorrow?"
He turned to look at her as if he wanted to speak, then changed his mind and walked away.
Rahma quickly wiped the tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't understand where Safna's words were coming from, nor could she decipher the look on her Bobo's face to figure out what was happening.
Anyway, she took Nawal's hand and they returned to the living room, turning on the TV. Even though her mind wasn't there, she stared blankly at the people on the screen without understanding anything.
As for Safna, she was in her room jumping for joy. At least I've caused confusion between them, and today Bobo ate the food with the medicine I put in! She did a little jump and declared, "I am Safna, by the power of God! A gecko by the rim of the water pot, break the pot, let me spill the water!" And she burst into laughter.
I said, "Hmm, this Safna isn't playing around; she means business."
As for Bobo, he was in his room pacing back and forth, completely at a loss for how to handle Safna and her schemes. Finding his mind blocked, he picked up his phone and called Ammar.
With a tease, Ammar picked up: "Look at the barrister, the terror of bad boys, Rahma's husband, Nawal's father! What's up, my guy?"
Bobo let out a breath and said, "Ammar, put jokes aside, I need us to talk."
"I'm listening," Ammar said, adjusting his tone.
"Ammar, there's a problem in my house, and I want you to find a way to fix it because my mind is completely jammed."
"Is it you and Rahma?"
"No, no, Rahma hasn't done anything to me. It's her older sister, Safna."
"Hamba, Bobo! What do you have to do with Safna? You're now her younger sister's husband!"
"That's true, Ammar, I'm her younger sister's husband, but the girl is trying to force her way into my life." He narrated everything Safna had done to Ammar. "Just now as we speak, I came back from the mosque and caught her sprinkling medicine into our food, though she didn't see me. Rahma and Nawal were in the room praying."
Ammar let out a long breath. "Truly, that girl is a wicked witch! But did you guys eat the food?"
"Ah, what of it? Such charms only work by the permission of God, so pouring her medicine won't stop me from eating my food."
"That's true, Abdulmaleek, but I must congratulate you that your marriage wasn't to that girl, I swear."
"I've been thanking God for that every day, Ammar, because I know if she were my wife, she would have separated me from Nawal."
"Indeed she would. Now, I see only one way out and a cure for that girl."
Quickly, Bobo asked, "What is it?"
"Her only cure—the one that will make her realize she needs to back off—is for you to make an effort to draw close to your wife. Put aside the thought of leaving Rahma for later, because I swear, if you slack off, that devil of an older sister will win and separate you two in the future. Because she sees the possibility, which is why she has the audacity to approach you to divorce her sister and marry her. Once she opens her eyes and sees Rahma pregnant, then she'll have to find peace of mind, even if she's the chief of all fools in the world. And besides, she needs to pack up and go back home since Rahma has recovered."
"Everything you've said is true, Ammar, but the truth is Rahma is still young."
Ammar laughed. "So, my friend, what can be done? Village girls get married at 12 or 13 years old, right?"
"Hmm, you men are just boys yourselves, that's why."
Ammar burst into a mischievous laugh. "Look at you, aren't you a grown man? Just take it slow with the girl, I swear, because I know you, you're too slow."
"You scoundrel, good night! I call to tell you my secret, and you turn around and mock me."
"Hahaha, hey, groom of tonight, holster your weapon!"
Bobo smiled and hung up, saying, "Ammar, you really are a scoundrel."
Suddenly, his mind felt as clear as if a weight had been lifted. He got up, went into the bathroom, took a bath, made ablutions, and after coming out, applied some cream and his signature perfumes. He put on a long gown and sat down, waiting for Rahma to enter.
He picked up a newspaper to read, but every now and then, he checked the time. From expecting her to come in early, he began to wonder what was stopping her, as it was now 11:47 PM. He hissed, adjusted his posture, and returned to the newspaper, but couldn't continue reading. He pulled his phone to call her, but it wouldn't go through, prompting another hiss. Outwardly he muttered, "What does this girl mean by this?"
Realizing waiting up like a fool would take all night, he stood up and came out. He turned on the living room light because it had been turned off, a sign they had gone to sleep. Biting his lip, he headed toward Rahma's room.
That room's light was off too, so he switched it on. He cast his gaze toward the bed; only Safna and Nawal were lying there sleeping. In slight panic, he darted his eyes around, and over there, he spotted Rahma sitting on a prayer mat, reading the Holy Quran.
A soft sigh of relief escaped him.
As for Rahma, ever since he entered, she had felt his presence, but refused to even look up at him.

Summary

In this excerpt, the psychological tension within the household escalates. Safna continues her desperate and manipulative schemes, driven by her obsessive jealousy and aided by superstitious beliefs, going as far as tampering with food and attempting to seduce Bobo. Meanwhile, Bobo grows increasingly weary of Safna's intrusions and confers with his friend Ammar, who advises him to solidify his relationship with his wife, Rahma, to ward off Safna's meddling. Rahma, though young, inexperienced, and initially intimidated by the unexpected dynamics of her marriage, begins to navigate her growing emotional bond with Bobo, even as misunderstandings and silent pressures linger in the background.

Description

This narrative chapter vividly captures the domestic friction, emotional undercurrents, and manipulative antics characterizing the extended household dynamics. It highlights the stark contrast between Rahma’s quiet endurance and growing attachment to her husband, Bobo’s behind-the-scenes frustration and consultation with confidants like Ammar, and Safna’s unhinged obsession and malicious interference. Rich in cultural context, local idioms, and emotional vulnerability, the scene portrays the complexities of polygamous or extended family tensions, marital evolution, and rivalry.

Analytics

• Character Focus:
  • Rahma: Demonstrates emotional growth, moving from fear and hesitation to quiet resilience, subtle jealousy, and deepening marital bonding.
  • Bobo: Displays a shift from distant indifference to strategic protectiveness, recognizing the threat posed by Safna and seeking counsel to safeguard his household.
  • Safna: Portrayed as increasingly erratic, manipulative, and reliant on delusion and malicious tactics out of unrequited obsession.
• Thematic Elements:
  • Jealousy and Intrigue: The destructive nature of envy and interference in marital relationships.
  • Communication Gaps: Misunderstandings between spouses compounded by external pressures and lingering shyness.
  • Alliance and Support: The importance of trusted friends (like Ammar) in offering grounded, albeit blunt, life advice.
• Plot Progression: Marks a turning point where external malice forces the primary couple (Bobo and Rahma) closer together, setting the stage for the neutralization of outside interference.