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baya d’agawa tun jiya na rasa dalili.” Kawai setaji gabanta na fad’i. “Toh nagode” tace masa.
Wayarta taciro ta kirasa har ya tsinke be d’aga ba. Tashin hankali. To ina yashiga? Amal ta kira ta tambayeta ko Anas na gida cike da tashin hankali Amal tace mata itama tun jiya suke neman Anas bedawo gida ba.

Napep ta tsara bata tsaya ko inaba se paint house na Anas motarsa tagani fake gaban gidan wani hamdala tasaki har ta ciro wayarta zata kira Amal ta sanar da ita se kuma ta fasa, bari de ta tabbata ko yana ciki tukuna. Door bell ta danna sau uku amman ba response. Tana gwada murd’a hannun taga k’ofar abud’e ba sak’e sak’en da bezo mata ba toh kode barayi ne suka shigo masa? Subhanallah amman ai kuma ga motarsa. Ciki tashiga ta lek’a kitchen ba alaman ko motsin mutum “Mr. Fauzi!” ta kira sunansa shiru d’ayan d’akin ta bud’e taga nan ma bayanan toilet dinma haka, guest toilet ma ta duba bata gansa ba. Daga k’arshe d’ayan d’akin ta bud’e a hankali kwalban giya ta soma cin karo dashi, se fad’i gabanta yake ta d’aga tare da k’arisawa cikin d’akin tana taku a hankali cike da tsoro. “Mr. Fauzi!” Ta kira sunan sa alokacin data gansa kwance kan gado yayi ruf da ciki se bacci yake yi ba ko riga jikinsa se bedsheet daya ja zuwa tsakiyar cikinsa.

A nitse ta k’arisa gefen gadon tare da ajiye kwalban kan side drawer. “Mr. Fauzi!” Ta sake kiran sunansa shiru be amsa ba. Toh kode mutuwa yayi ne? Sede kuma tajisa yana numfashi. Jijjik’asa ta hau yi har se lokacin daya soma motsawa. “Waye ne?” Ya tambaya cikin bacci.
“Sir Fannah ce, Fannah Aleeyu.”
“Fannah? Me kikeyi anan? Ban rufe k’ofan bane?”
“Eh sir baka rufe ba, you need to get up kanada board meeting by 10:30AM.”
Cikin bacci yace, “barinje ba kiyi cancelling, tell them barin samu zuwa ba.”
“Sir but why? Kayi hak’uri ka tashi please.” Bece da ita komai ba ya cigaba da baccinsa. Pillow’n daya rufe fuskar sa dashi ta d’aga. Ido ta zaro tana salati alokacin da taga irin ta’addancin da aka ma Anas a fuska. Meya samesa? Waya masa duka haka?

“Subhanallahi Mr. Fauzi meya sameka? Omg!” ta tambaya a kid’ime a lokacin da ta tsuguna gabansa.
Da k’yar ya iya bud’a baki yace, “ki rufe min fuska banasan hasken nan.”
Ignoring nasa tayi “Mr. Fauzi waya maka haka da fuska? Fad’a kayi da wani neh? Meya sameka?”
“Bansani ba nima just leave me get out.” Haka kawai yaji baya san Fannah tagansa a bad condition irin na yau, bayasan yasa ta cikin damuwa bayasan taji tausayinsa.

“No Mr. Fauzi I’m not leaving you like this.” Hannu tasa ta dafe goshinta bata ma san ta ina zata fara ba. Hawaye kawai taji yana gangaro mata kan kumatu dan uban tausayi irin nata. Hannu ta aza ta tab’a gefen idansa daya kumburo dan bugun daya sha. K’ara ya saki wanda yasa ta mayar da hannunta baya da wuri. “Sorry” tace cikin kuka. Idanunsa na sauk’a kanta yaga tana hawaye abinda baya so kenan.
“Miss Aleeyu leave please, goo.”
“I can’t leave you like this, Mr. Fauzi asibiti yakamata muje su duba ka.”


“Barinje ba” yabata takaicaccen amsa idanunsa a rufe.
“Please” ta rok’esa tana hawaye ganin yadda aka masa destroying kyakkyawar fuskarsa da a yanzu mutum bare so ya kalla sau biyu ba.


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          Shiru tayi bata ce komi ba as tana nazarin abu a ranta.
      “Say it out” yace yana kallonta. Mamaki ne yacika ta how comes ya gane ta nada magana a ranta.
   “Errm babu” tayi k’arya.
   “Akwai say it.”
   “I was thinking ko za’a zubar da abubuwan da suke cikin fridge d’in kar in-” katse ta yayi “jeki d’iba ki zubar, kiyi flushing duka.” Dad’i sosai taji nan take ta mik’e. “After kin gama cin abincin ki amma.”
    “Sir na k’oshi thank you” bata tsaya jiran me zece ba ta nufa fridge d’in tafito da duka kwalabe guda 15 d’in. “Sir akwai wani bayan wad’annan?” kai ya gyad’a mata.
    “Are you sure Sir?”
    Kai ya girgiza “akwai kwali d’aya k’ark’ashin gado na a d’aki.”
   “Thank you Sir.” Uku-uku ta riga d’iba tana kaiwa toilet tana zubarwa har tagama duka kwalaben kuwa tayi disposing nasu. Bayan ta gama ta d’au first aid box daga toilet tafito dashi zuwa dining space inda ta tsinci Anas zaune yayi zurfi cikin tunani. “Sir?” Ta kirawosa tare da dawo dashi daga duniyar tunanin daya wula. Kallonta kawai yayi ba tare da yace komi ba.

     “I think ciwon fuskan kan zefi healing da wuri in aka rufe” ta fad’i tana ciro wasu transparent bandages guda biyu. B’antare d’aya tayi. “May I?” Ta tambayesa kai ya giad’a mata nan ta manna masa na gefen bakin nasa a hankali sannan na kusa da idansan shima a hankali. “Get well soon” tace dashi a lokacin data rufe first aid box d’in ta mayar toilet, fitowarta ta nufi bakin k’ofa.
   “Miss Aleeyu” ya kira sunanta chak ta tsaya tare da kewayo wa. “Yes Sir.”
    “Ina zakije?”
    “I’m going home, jikin naka da sauk’i ba?”
    Alokaci d’aya kuma se yaji bayasan ta tafi, shi yake korarta d’azu amman yanzu kuma so yake ya cigaba da kasancewa *_TARE DA_* ita, bayasan ta tafi wanda shi kansa besan dalili ba.

     “Must you go?” Ya tambayeta.
    A hankali tace, “Sir I have to, bareyi in cigaba da zama anan ba.”
    “Okay” yace blankly. Bata ce dashi komai ba ta fice. So yake ya tsayar da ita yace mata ta zauna dashi baya san ta tafi amman bayasan ta raina sa bayasan ta d’auka da wata manufa, ta zata ko santa yake.

    Isar Fannah gida ke da wuya ta tarar da Farouq tsaye bakin k’ofa da alama ita yake jira. Bugun zuciyarta taji ya k’aru in akwai d’an Adam data tsana a doron k’asa toh Ya Farouq ne.  Bayan ta sallami meh napep d’in ta sunkuyar da kanta tayi kamar bata gansa ba se tafiyarta take a yayinda idanunsa suke biye da ita. Takai da shiga cikin gidansu kenan kawai Farouq ya jawo ta da k’arfin gaske, kafin tayi yunk’urin yin wani abu ya matseta jikinsa gagam shi a dole yana hugging nata. “Ya Farouq me haka? Ka sakeni” se k’ok’arin k’watan kanta take amman ta kasa. Batasan lokacin data fara kuka ba. Se bugin k’irjinsa take amman kamar super glue yak’i sakinta. “Fannah mesa bara ki soni ba? Mesa Fannah? Ke bakisan ina sonki bane? Akan ki kowa ze iya mutuwa, mesa se wancan me idan turawan zaki so? Me yake dashi da banida? Tell me mesa bakiya sona?” ya k’are maganar yana wani erin zakin nishi kamar ze cinye ta tare da shunshuna hijabinta sekace ze cire.

       “Ya Farouq ka sake ni dan Allah zan fad’a maka dalili.” Chak ya sake ta, “fad’a min my Fannah.”
   “Ya Farouq bana sanka yaci ace ka hak’ura inhar kanaso na kamar yadda kake fad’i abinda nakeso ya kamata kamin, ka hak’ura you and I are not meant to be please ka fita daga hark-” bata k’are maganar ba ya tsinke ta da wani erin wawan marin da take ga ba’a tab’a mata ba erin sa ba, gefen bakinta ne ya fashe take yana zubda jini, harwani kurma-kurma tazama for the mean time.

    Kukanta ne ya tsananta a yayinda taga jini na fita daga gefen bakinta. “Bakiya so na? Bakiya sona se wancan d’an iskan?” Hannunta ya rik’o cike da mugunta. Cikin kuka da azaba tace, “Ya Farouq dan Allah ka sake min hannu da zafi...”
     “Toh wallahi baki isa ba, inada tabbacin kinga halin da Mr. Fauzi yake ciki wallahi in be fita ya bar harkarki ba kinji na rantse har kashe sa senayi kamar yadda nasa aka masa duka.”
    Ita bata damu ma da kanta ba yanzu, Mr. Fauzi ne damuwanta. “Ya Farouq yanzu kai kama Mr. Fauzi duka haka sekace kashe sa zakayi, me ya maka?” Ta tambayesa tana hawaye.
    “Yace min yana sanki abinda yamin kenan, nikuma muddin ina raye ba mahaluk’in daya isa yace yana sanki, ke tawa ce Fannah, you are mine! Inhar kinasan Mr. Fauzi ya rayu toh wallahi kifita daga harkansa kije kiyi ending up duk wani abinda ke tsakanin ku ni na fad’a miki if not next time gawansa zaki tsinta.”

     Mr. Fauzi yace yana sona? Abinda ta nanata kenan a ranta. Ya fad’i hakan ne dan kareni daga Ya Farouq badan yana sona tsakani da Allah, banida standards da Mr. Fauzi ze gani har yace yana so na.
    “Ya Farouq dan Allah badan ni ba, whatever that is going on between us karka sa Mr. Fauzi aciki ba abinda ya maka dan Allah.”
    “Rai da lafiyan Mr. Fauzi lies in your hands, kifita daga harkansa tell me you love me zaki aureni as soon as possible and ba abinda ze sake samin Mr. Fauzi kinji my wifey?”
   “In nayi haka zaka fita daga harkansa baraka sake tab’a lafiyar sa ba?” Ta tambayesa tana hawaye ba makawa.
    “Eh my wifey kika min haka ba abinda ze sake tab’a lafiyar Mr. Fauzi.”
   “Okay Ya Farouq I will do it, na yarda zan aure ka amman karka sake tab’a Mr. Fauzi dan Allah.”
  
    “Bar kuka tawan, tell me you love me” ya fad’i yana k’ok’arin rik’e hannunta. Hannun nata ta rik’e gam a jikinta hanasa yin bainda yayi niyyan yi. Cikin kuka cike da tashin hankali tace, “Ya Farouq I love you zan aure ka, please kar ka sake tab’a Mr. Fauzi.”
   “Good girl, sesa nake sonki akwai sanin yakamata. Bar kuka toh kinji banasan ganin wannan hawayen” jinin dake mak’ale a kusa da bakinta yasa hannu ze goge a yayinda ta ja da baya cike da tsoro. “Jeki huta sena dawo gobe se ayi maganan auren namu ko?”
      Shiru tayi bata amsa saba. “Koh?” Ya sake tambaya. “Eh” tace masa.
    “Toh ni zan wuce, I love you” jira yake ta amsa masa da ‘I love you too’ yaji tayi shiru. “Wifey baraki cemin I love you too bane ko bakijini bane?”
            Kamar wacce baratayi magana ba can tace, “ban jika ba.”
      “Yanzu kin jini ai ko? So answer me.” Shiru tayi bata ce komi ba.
         Hannunta ya cafko cike da mugunta. “Tell me abinda nakeson ji.”
          A wahalince tace, “Ya Farouq I love you dan Allah ka sake min hannu da zafi.”
     “Say it again.” Yayi demanding.
     Tana hawaye tace, “I love you ka sakeni please.” Wulli da ita yayi sannan ya fice. Har k’asa ta sauk’a tana kukan takaici na kusan minti ishirin, sanda tayi me isarta sannan ta mik’e tashiga ciki bakowa tsakar gidan daga d’akin Baba ta jiyo sautin hirar su. D’akinsu dasu Afrah ta nufa ta baje kan gado “mesa Mr. Fauzi? Mesa baka fad’a min Ya Farouq bane ya sa aka maka duka? Mesa kak’i fad’amin?” Wayarta ta zaro daga jakarta ta kira layinsa sede har ta tsinke be d’aga ba.
 

    
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         Da tunanin Fannah arai Anas yayi bacci yak’i komawa gida saboda bayasan acika sa da surutu. Su Ummie de da tashin hankali na kisa da yayi musu, dan ko damuwa Anas ya ciro wayoyinsa daga mota beyi ba yini yayi yana tunanin Fannah.

    _Washegary..._
    K’arfe 8:00AM on the dot yama Anas a office, sosai kowa yaji dad’in dawowarsa. Fannah kuwa 8:03AM ta hallaro. Yasan fuskan nan, yasan mood da Fannah ke ciki yau dole abu na damunta. “Good morning Sir, how are you feeling?” ta gaishesa a hankali kanta a sunkuye.
   Beko damu da gaisuwar nata ba damuwansa ya ji abinda ke damunta. “Miss Aleeyu” ya kira sunan ta a hankali. “What’s wrong?” Ya tambayeta cike da damuwa.
  Kanta still a sunkuye tace, “babu” a hankali.
   “Look at me Miss Aleeyu.” bata ko motsa ba. “Look at me, will you?” ya sake fad’a. Idanunta dasuka cike da hawaye ta d’ago tana kallonsa, sun kumbura iya kumbura dan yadda ta kwana tana kuka, ba kalan hak’urin da su Mani basu bata ba ammsn tak’i dena kukan. “Mr. Fauzi I’m so sorry, I’m terribly sorry mesa baka fad’a min ba? Mesa ka b’oye min abinda Ya Farouq ya maka? Mes-” kukan ne yafi k’arfin ta takasa k’arisa maganan. Baro kujeransa yayi cike da tashin hankali da tausayi ya matso ya tsaya kusa da ita tare da ciro hanky daga aljihunsa yana share mata hawaye, the more yana share mata the more kukan nata yana tsananta. Se a yanzu yaga alaman gurji a fuskarta. Kukan take har yanzu bece mata sorry ba be kuma hana ta ba. Yasani kukan ne kawai ze sata feeling better. Sanda tayi me isarta sannan tayi shiru da hijabinta ya jata zuwa kan kujera suka zauna.

      “Me ya sameki Miss Aleeyu? Waya ji maki wannan ciwo?” Kai ta kad’a masa “babu kawai naji ciwo ne” ta masa k’arya. “Zan koma office d’ina, I’m sorry ban samu na had’a maka schedule naka ba, excuse me”
     “Miss Aleeyu look at me.” A hankali ta d’ago jajayen idanunta da suka kumburo ta sauk’esu kan Anas. “Meya sameki? Waya ji maki wannan ciwo? Forouq ne?” Kai ta kad’a masa dan bata son abinda ze sake had’a sa da Ya Farouq batasan Ya Farouq ya sake sa a masa duka kamar yadda yasa aka masa shekaran jiya.
   “You are lying” yace.
    “Mr. Fauzi it doesn’t matter-” katse ta yayi;
  “Yes it matters” ya fad’a a tsawace. “I can take duk abinda Farouq zemin amman inya tab’aki I can’t let that go. Banasan hankalinki ya tashi shiyasa ban fad’a miki ba, banasan kishiga damuwa. Miss Aleeyu I don’t know why amman banasan ganinki cikin danuwa, tell me Farouq ne ya miki wannan abu?”

     A hankali kalamunsa suka sauk’a cikin kunnen Fannah. “Eh shine.”
        Take yanayin nishinsa ya canza wanda ta gano hakan. “Marinki yayi?” rai a b’ace yayi tambayar.
            “Sir is okay-”
       “Its not” ya katse ta a fusace. “Marinki yayi?” Shiru tayi bata amsa saba ita tsoronta d’aya ne kar Mr. Fauzi yace zeje ya sami Ya Farouq su sake b’arkewa da wani fad’an. “Miss Aleeyu I’m talking to you.” Kai ta giad’a masa a hankali.
    “He has crossed the line this time around” mik’ewa yayi a fusace a yayinda ta rik’e suit nasa ta k’asa “Sir please let him be, hakan shine kwanciyar hankalin mu.”
    “Miss Aleeyu me kike nufi?” Ya tambayeta cike da rashin fahimta dakuma tausayi.
   “Mr. Fauzi Ya Farouq promised me bare sake maka wani abu ba in ka fita daga harkanshi so please karka je ka samesa akan wannan d’an ciwon daya ji min.”
    “Me kike nufi Miss Aleeyu? You are hiding something, tell me. Haka kawai Farouq bare ce ya hak’ura ba. Tell me meh kikayi promising nasa in return?”
   “Babu” ta fad’i a takaice.
  
      “As your Boss tell me, will you?” Ya fad’i a d’an tsawace.
     “Mr. Fauzi Ya Farouq yace only if zan aure sa bare sake tab’a lafiyar ka ba, I agreed to it banason saboda ni wani abu ya sake samunka please ka fita daga harkansa kayi hak’uri kuma kan abinda ya maka in ba haka ba Ya Farouq might kill you.” Ta fad’i hawaye na ciko mata a ido.
     “Miss Aleeyu mesa zaki auri Farouq bayan bakiya sansa?”
      “To protect you Mr. Fauzi, Ya Farouq mutumin banza ne yadda yace ze iya yin kisan kai nasan sa tunba yau ba, tsab ze iya kashe rai saboda yadda yakeson ya aure ni so please stay out of his business.”
    “No Miss Aleeyu I can protect myself, ba sekinyi protecting d’ina ba am not afraid of Farouq in a yau kikeson dena ganinsa a yau d’in za’a rufesa.”

      “Mr. Fauzi koda an rufe sa definately one day ze fito, fitowarsa kuwa shine asalin babban tashin hankali a garemu duka dan bare barka ba seyaga k’arshen ka abinda baran iya juran gani ba kenan. Kawai dan Allah ignore him please.”

     “Miss Aleeyu you don’t have to marry him for my sake ba abinda Farouq ze iya min, please karki auresa.”
     “Mr. Fauzi banida wani option, aurensa shine zaman lafiyan mu all, ni kawai dan Allah karka sake shiga harkansa please.” Hawayen dake gangaro mata tasa hannu ta share tare da mik’ewa tabar office d’in tana fita shima yabi bayanta hannunta ya rik’o gam ta yadda barata iya k’wata ba. Kuka take sosai “Mr. Fauzi ka sake min hannu.”
   “Shut up!” ya daka mata tsawa, “that fool will pay today” zuciyarsa tafasa yake ze iya d’aukan duk abinda Farouq ze masa amman banda abinda yayi wa Fannah, how dare he slap her har ya ji mata ciwo??

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    Wajen elevator’nsa ya jata bayan sun shiga tace, “Mr. Fauzi where are you taking me to?” Be amsata ba illa wayansa da ya ciro daga aljihunsa yayi waya wanda ga dukkan alamu da polisawa ne. Bayan ya gama Fannah ta maraice “Mr. Fauzi not again please, kayi hak’uri dan Allah.” Beko saurare ta ba. Bayan da elevator’n ya bud’u yaja hannunta daidai gaban motarsa ya tsaya tare da bud’e k’ofar gaba wa Fannah. “Enter” yace ba tare da ya kalleta ba. Dakewa tayi “barin shiga ba Sir, kabari mana dan Allah duk abinda ka masa yanzu nasan Ya Farouq he will fight back, fad’an ya cigaba kenan kuma.”
     “Get in the damn car!!” ya fad’a a tsawace. Ta tsorta iya tsoro amman kuma tak’i shiga.
   “Miss Aleeyu I said get in, karki bari raina ya b’aci in d’aga ki in saki ciki da kaina.”
   “Sir promise me ba wajen Ya Farouq zamuje ba.” Kai ya giad’a.
    “Promise?” Ta tambayesa. “Yes” ya bata amsa nan ne tashiga bayan ya rufo k’ofar ya zaga ta driver’s side yashiga shima. This is the first time yake driving nasu bibbiyu. Ganin hanyan gidansu yake nufa tace, “Sir you promised kace ba wajen Ya Farouq zamuje ba dan Allah ka juya.” Banza da ita yaui sanda suka isa gidan yayi parking tare da fitowa a fusace ya zaga ya fito da Fannah hannunta rik’e cikin nasa tayi tayi ta k’wace amman ta kasa. Ai kaman an turo Farouq se gashi ya yanko corner’n gidan hankalinsa kwance yana tafiya idanunsa suna sauk’a kan Anas yaga yadda yawani rik’e hannun Fannah. Ita kuwa ganin Farouq ta cigaba da k’ok’arin k’watan hannunta daga na Anas amman ta kasa. “Stop it” yayi warning nata. “Sir please ka sakeni kafin ya k’ariso.” Nan da nan Farouq ya iso gabansu se nishi yake kaman zaki dan wani bak’in kishin daya rufesa.

       Hannun nasu ya sake kalla sannan ya kalli Fannah, kanta ta sunkuyar tare da lab’ewa bayan Anas a hankali tace, “Ya Farouq I can explain this dan Allah kayi hak’uri, Mr. Fauzi please ka sakemin hannu.”
     “Bakaji me tace bane?” Ka sake mata hannu.
    “Banji ba” Anas yace kamar kyaftawan ido ya sake hannun Fannah tare da cikumo kolar rigan Farouq punches guda uku lafiyayyu yakai masa har k’asa Farouq ya sauka se zuban jini fuskarsa yake. Binsa k’asan Anas yayi tare da tsugunawa a kansa da k’afafunsa side-by-side na Farouq. Nan ma be bar kai masa bugin ba. Fannah dake basa hak’uri har bakinta yayi dogo “Mr. Fauzi please ya isa.” Se huci yake yana dukansa ba makawa. Hannun Mr. Fauzi ta gwada rik’ewa ya k’wata abinsa da zafi sauran kad’an ta fad’i k’asa. Ganin an kusan sumar da Farouq Fannah ta ruga a guje tare da hugging Anas ta baya cije da tashin hankali, abinda kad’ai yazo mata kai kenan duk da tasan yin hakan haramun ne, in bahakan tayi ba tana ganin Anas ze iya kashe Farouq da yadda yake ta kai masa bugi. Hannu ya d’aga ze sake kaiwa Farouq punch yaji jikin Fannah a nasa, wani irin electrification ya jiyo a jikinsa tun daga tsakiyar kansa har k’afa, wanda be tab’a ji ba tunda yasan kansa. Hawaye take sosai wanda har kad’an daga ciki ya tab’a rigarsa “Mr. Fauzi please ya isa dan Allah kayi hak’uri in ka cigaba zaka kashe sa ya isa dan Allah, please...” Se kuka.

     Ganin jikinsa ya mutu ta matsa baya tana share hawayenta mik’ewa yayi ya nufa wajenta “is okay kukan ya isa kinji?”
     Numfashi take ja dan yadda tasha kuka “please ya isa Sir karka sake tab’a masa.” Kai ya gyad’a mata “stop crying.” Itama kan ta giad’a masa. Da k’yar Farouq ya mik’e se jiri ke k’ok’arin d’ibansa, fuskar nan nasa ya ninka abinda yasa a kayi wa Anas, kayan sa duk ya b’aci da jini, da k’yar yake maganar a wahale. “Wallahi Mr. Fauzi you won’t get away with this, Fannah tawa ce! Fannah mata tace! Ni zan auri Fannah!”
  
     “No Farouq you are wrong *FANNAH TAWA CE! FANNAH MATA TACE! NI ZAN AURI FANNAH* and not you.” Shi kansa besan sanda yafad’i wannan kalamu ba. Fannah kam mutuwan tsaye tayi. Daidai lokacin motan polisawan suka iso guda biyu. Handcuff aka sawa Farouq a hannu “wallahi Mr. Fauzi kasani you won’t get away with this, duk ranan da na fito se na k’wato Fannah daga gareka, sena kashe ka in ban kashe ka ba sena kashe ta dan in barin samu Fannah ba, bawanda ze same ta.” Kansa aka tusa cikin motar. Daidai