ba. “Please” ta rok’esa a hankali ya dawo da blue eyes nasa kanta. “Da gaske baraka sake tab’a giya ba?” Ta tambayesa suna kallon juna. Kai ya giad’a a hankali “I promise.”


“Mr. Fauzi thank you, thank you so much nakega am the happiest woman on earth yanzu, tun ba yau ba nake addu’ar Allah nuna min rananda zaka dena shaye shaye se gashi Allah ya nuna min yau, thank you so much.” bece me komai ba. Nan da nan ta gama matse masa cikin yadawo clean ba jini ko d’igo d’aya jikinsa sede zafin da yakeji. Tashi tayi zata toilet ta zubar da ruwan Anas ya rik’o hannunta a hankali takai dubanta kan hannun nasa sannan kuma zuwa kan Anas d’in tanasan tace masa ya sake mata hannu amman kuma tana tsoro kar yace ze canza mind nasa batun shaye shayen da yace ya dena.


Godiya yakeson mata amman girman kansa ya hanasa, seya bud’e baki zeyi magana se wani abu ya tsaida shi. Da k’yar ya iya ya sauk'e girman kan yace;

“Thank you.” ya fad’i a hankali ko kallonta baiyi. For the first time daya soma mata godiya kenan. Ita kanta abin ya bata mamaki, yau Mr. Fauzi ne yake mata godiya?! “You’re welcome Sir” ta amsa sa a takaice da murna fal a ranta. Hannun nata ya sake ta fice zuwa toilet bayan ta fito ta zauna bakin gadon kamar d’azu “sir kayi sallan Asuba?” K’arya yakeson mata yace ‘eh’ sekuma yaga ba amfani tunda ta riga tasan kad’an daga cikin sirrinsa. Kai ya girgiza mata. Kawai se jikinta ya bata ko isha ma beyi ba.
“Isha fa?” ta tambayesa a hankali cikin dabara yadda bare fusata ba. Nan ma girgiza kai yayi. “Toh Maghrib da La’asar fah?”
Can k’asa k’asa yace, “nayi la’asar.”
“Masha Allah its not too late, barin had’a maka warm water sekayi wanka dan jin dad’in jikinka sekuma kayi yi alwala ka rama sallolin da ake binka koh?” Haka kawai ya tsinta kansa cikin san cika wa Fannah qudiri dakuma burinta.


Kai ya giad’a mata. Nan ta mik’e cikin minti biyu ta had’a ta dawo. “Sir ina bath towel naka?” Nuni ya mata da hannu wajen ta nufa ta ciro “gashi” ta mik’a masa zan jira ka a parlour tana kaiwa nan ta fice.


Sanda yayi dagaske sannan ya samu ya miqe daga kan gadon, bayi ya fad’a. Shigansa bayi da minti d’aya Fannah ta dawo ta nemi sallaya ta shimfid’a masa bayan tayi amfani da wayarta ta gano Qibla. Nan ta fice, kitchen nasa ta nufa ta d’anyi dube dube sede bataga abinda zata dafa masa ba. Fridge nasa ta bud’e froze chicken data gani ciki ta ciro takoma kitchen d’in. Soya masa tayi duka incase ko zeci zuwa rana. Flask ta nema ta juye ciki, tare da had’a masa coffee cikin flask sannan taje tayi arranging dining table masa. Daidai lokacin Anas yafito, k’amshin designer turarukan daya feshe kansa dashi tun daga sama har k’asa ne ya bugi hancin Fannah. Kai ta d’ago tana kallonsa. Sanye yake da ¾ wando fari da farar vest wanda ya bala’in masa kyau, ga wani sheqin da jik’ak’k’en gashinsa ke, kumburin fuskarsan ma ya ragu sosai, sede alamun ciwo da yankan dake ta bakinsa da gefen ido. Da sauri ta kawar da kanta kafin yace ta cika kallo dayawa. A hankali yake tafiyar har ya iso kan dining table d’in, zaman ma da k’yar yayi harda d’an k’ara “argh!” Tare da rik’e cikinsa.


“Does it still hurts?” Ta tambayesa cike da damuwa. Kai ya girgiza mata amman ita tasan zafi yake masa. “I made you breakfast I hope you like it.” Yana kallonta tayi serving nasa kajin tare da juye masa coffeen cikin cup ta tura masa gabansa. “Zan jiraka a parlour, eat please.” Kallon abincin yayi sannan ya kalli Fannah. A hankali ta juya zata fice, hijabinta ya rik’o chak ta tsaya bata juya ba.


“Lets eat together” yace da ita.
“Sir naci abinci I’m full nagode.”
“Please.” Ya fad’i wanda besan lokacin daya fad’a ba shi kansa, meke damunsa? Haka kawai yaji in ba ita bare iya cin abincin ba.
‘Please?’ ta nanata a zuciyar ta. Dagaske Mr. Fauzi ne yau yace mata please? Lallai!
A nitse ta juyo, kujera opposite him ta zauna tana watsa da yatsunta. Plate ya jawo ya juye mata ragowar kazan duka. “Eat” yace da ita. Baki ta bud’e data d’ago kai taga uban kajin daya tara mata gabanta.
“Sir ina zan kai wannan? Yayi yawa.” Hannu ta mik’a zata ja flask d’in a yayinda ya d’aga daga kan table d’in gabad’aya ba tare da yace komi ba.


“Sir please ka rage yayi yawa.” Ignoring nata yayi “lets eat I’m hungry.” Nasa ya soma chi itako har yanzu bata tab’a plate d’in ba ina zata kai wanga kaji?
“Miss Aleeyu eat.” Miyau ta had’iye a hankali ta d’au cinya d’aya ta soma ci. Zaman makokin ne ya isheta tayi gyaran murya sannan tace, “Sir do you want to talk about it?” Sanda ya nisanta sannan yace, “about?” Ba tare da ya kalle ta ba.
“Abinda ya sameka.” Kai ya girgiza “No.”
“Okay...” tace a hankali “but Sir next time ka kiyaye please koma mene neh.”
“Okay” yace mata kamar d’an yaron da mamansa ke masa fad’a. Haka kawai yaji bayasan fad’awa Fannah gaskian al’amarin yasan definately zatayi blaming kanta zatace duk akanta fad’an ya tashi kuma hakan ne komai a sanadin ta ya faru sede bayasan tayi feeling guilty.


“Sir?” ta kira sunansa. “Yes” ya amsa yana sipping coffeensa. “Mesa kace kar na kira Amal na sanar da ita I’ve found you?”
“Saboda banasan susan inada gida anan.” Sam bata fahimce me yake nufi ba, so yake yace bawanda yasan yanada gida?
“Ke kad’ai na fara kawo wa cikin nan, ko Shettima besan I have a paint house ba.”

Meh Mr. Fauzi yake nufi kenan? Does this mean tanada wani matsayi a zuciyarsa da har ya b’oye wa kowa gidan sa hatta family’naa amman ita ya sanar da ita ya kuma barta tana shiga???




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Bacci meh rai da lafiya Fannah tayi wanda ta jima ma batayi ba se chan bayan azahar ta tashi. A hankali ta bud’e idanunta jin kanta tayi kan pillow cike da mamaki ta duba harda bargon ma, toh waya shigo ya rufeta? Waya kunna mata AC? Ko kad’an bata kawo Mr. Fauzi arai ba saboda tasan halinsa, toh kode Yusuf ne? Toilet ta nufa ta wanke fuskarta tare da brushing sannan tafito ta ninke bargon tsab ta had’a da pillown sannan ta d’aga tafito dashi a hannunta floor na office nasu Yusuf ta nufa akan table nasa ta tsincesa bayan sun gaisa tace, “gashi nagode, shine akan ka tada ni narufe kaina kayi min wahala haka?”


Cike da mamaki Yusuf ke kallon Fannah totally speechless. “Nikuma?” ya fad’a a k’arshe. “Ina zan samu bargo da pillow a office Fannah? Kode har yanzu baccin naki be wassake bane?”
“Yusuf banasan wasa please amshi kayan ka, inkuma so kake kabarmin seka fito fili kace Fannah na baki.”
Murmushi me sauti ya saki. “Fannah wallahi am serious ni banma san wai kina bacci ba kide zagaya ki tambaya waya sani ko Boss ne dakanshi nema ya rufe ki.”


“Dariya kakeson bani komeh? Boss ya rufeni ina bacci? Impossible barinje in tambayi Ahmad da Kacallah.”
“Zaki b’ata lokacin ki ne saboda Boss ya aikesu tun d’azu.” Yi tayi kamar bata jisa ba what if abinda Yusuf ke fad’i gaskia ne? ahaka har tashiga elevator ta hauro sama tana tsaye bakin k’ofar office na Anas amman takasa shiga inkuma ba nashi bane fah? Yace tacika shisshigi da k’yar de tasamu tayi knocking a hankali.



Daidai Anas ya d’au bottle na beer nasa ze sha kenan knock yashigo. Haka kawai yau yaji yana san yad’an bugu saboda ya kwana biyu be sha ba tunda Fannah na bacci bare d’an sha abinsa kuma ba ma haka ba so yake yabar tunanin Fannah, ba abinda ya tsinana wa kansa yau, wai mesa ma yaje ya rufeta d’azu da take bacci? Tausayi ne ya fad’a a fili. I don’t love Fannah I just pity her yayi reminding kansa. “Who is it?” Ya tambaya.


Chan murya k’asa k’asa a hankali tace, “Fannah ce.” Da sauri ya rufe bottle d’in tare da jawo drawer’n gefensa ya rufe. Turare ya feffesa cikin office d’in dan kashe warin giyan tare da kimtsawa sannan yace, “come in.” Tana shiga yaganta da pillow da bargon, kallonta yake har sanda ta k’ariso gaban table nasa. Shiru tayi tana nazarin taya zata fara masa maganan, shima shirun yayi tare da had’a hannayensa biyu k’ark’ashin hab’ansa yana kallonta kamar hoto. Can ta fara kamar haka;

“Ermm Mr. Fauzi ban sani ba ko wannan naka ne, na tambaya su Yusuf duk sunce ba nasu bane.”
Kallonta har yanzu yake da wani murmushin tsiya karara a fuskarsa. “Wato dan kin maidani dustbin shine zaki kawo min?”
Kai ta d’ago tana kallonsa “No Sir ba abin da nake nufi ba kenan-” katseta yayi
“Shine mana, kin tambayi saurayinki Yusuf yace ba nashi bane shine kikace bari ki kawo wa dustbin shikam ze karb’a koba haka ba?”
“No Sir thats not what I mean, in ajiye maka a ina?”
“Ba nawa bane” ya bata takaicaccen amsa. Kanta ne ya d’aure. Kamar ya ba nasa ba? Toh na waye? Ita se yanzu ma ta tuna ranan da Mr. Fauzi ya rufeta a d’akinsa ai taga bargon nan akan gadonsa, to mesa zece ba nasa bane?
“Sir but ranan naga bargon nan a d’akinka.”
“Aww mak’aryaci kikeson ki kira ni dashi kenan, ince miki ba nawa bane kice nawa ne”
“No Sir ba abinda nake nufi ba kenan.”
“Inma tunani kike wai da kike bacci ni naje na rufe ki toh you are mistaking dan ni ko shiga office naki banyi ba.”
“I’m sorry” tace cike da kunya ita de tasan ranan tabbas taga wannan bargo a d’akin Mr. Fauzi kuma gashi yace ba nashi bane. “Jeki ajiye kidawo am waiting for you.” Bayan minti d’aya Fannah ta dawo “yes Sir.” So yake ya ce mata suje suci abinci amman girman kai ya hanasa. Seya bud’e baki ze fad’a se yayi shiru.

Ganin baida niyyan magana Fannah tace, “Sir you called me.”
“Ina sane ai” yabata amsa. “Ko ban tambaya bama nasan kinajin yunwa lets go and eat.” ya fad’a in an I dont care tune.
Qarya tayi niyyan masa tace tana azumi seta tuna yasan batada tsarki. “Sir I’m not hungry thanks.”
“Toh ni inaji lets go” zata sake magana yace, “banasan musu” bayan sa ta nufa bayan ya rufo k’ofar office nasa Fannah ta juya zata nufa public elevator, hijabinta ya rik’o. A tsorace ta juyo tana kallon had’add’un yatunsa daya k’ayata su da zobunan azurfa masu tsada rik’e da hijabinta sannan back to fuskarsa. Beso suka had’a ido ba “mu shiga nawa” yace mata. Kai ta giad’a masa a sanyaye tabi bayansa suka shiga private elevator’nsa ba wanda yace ko uffan ahaka har suka sauk’a driver yayi driving nasu zuwa wani hotel na daban ma yau. Abinci me rai da lafiya Anas ya mata ordering. “Eat” yace mata alokacin daya d’aga spoon nasa, ba musu ba gardama itama ta d’au spoon suka soma ci.


Ko da yagama cin nasa zaman jirarta yayi data gama ya tambayeta, “a k’ara miki?” Kai ta kad’a masa bayan ya biya suka koma office d’an errands kad’an Fannah tayi wa Mr. Fauzi, lokacin tashinsu nayi ta wuce gidah.
Shima Anas yana gama abinda yakeyi ya kama hanyan gida, tuk’i yake hankalinsa kwance ya d’ibo bottle na giyansa biyu yau a paint house nasa ze kwana, unguwar shiru yake ba mutane sosai yana cikin tuk’i yaga mota ya fito from nowhere yayi blocking nasa, ikon Allah ya tsaya gani reverse ya gwadayi a take yaga bayan san ma anyi blocking. Toh su waye ne? Kafin yanemi amsa wa tambayan daya ma kansa yaga maza uku sun fito daga motar gaban nasa da angansu anga ‘yan maye ‘yan bayan gari. Murmushi kad’an ya saki dan in ‘yan su uku ne acikin minti biyar ze gama dasu. Kafin ya yi yunk’urin yin wani abu yaji ana knocking jikin window’nsa. Window’n yayi wining “munada problem neh?” Ya tambaye gayen.


“Dade ka fito tukuna.” cewar gayen. Ba gardama ya fito ya tsaya nanne yaga duka duka mazan guda biyar ne. “Will you guys let me pass or senayi muku abinda bakuwa so?” Familiar murya ya jiyo daga behind nasa yana cewa;
“Kokuma mu mu maka abinda baka so ba Mr. Fauzi” yana kai dubansa gun da ya jiyo muryan idanunsa suka sauk’a kan Farouq yawani pake kan driver’s sit cike da isa ya taso tare da takowa gunsu Anas.
“You’ve had your time the other day now is mine.”
Wani erin dariyan rainin hankali Anas ya saki harda tafi “you are such a genius Farouq. Wai ka d’au dakai da wannan mashirmatan daka taran zaku iya min wani abu ne?”


Dariyan bosawa Farouq ya saki “Mr. Fauzi kenan kasani sarkin yawa yafi sarkin k’arfi. Apologise to me, tell me sorry akan abinda kamin jiya and I will let you a save passage.”
“Ni in ce maka sorry?” Yayi murmushi “never!”
“ATTACK!!!” Farouq ya fad’i nan maza biyar d’in suka soma nufuwa wajen Anas. Sleeves nasa yayi rolling tare da ciro Rolex agogonsa kafin ace me suka b’arke cikin mumunar fad’an BIYAR akan D’AYA. Farouq na tsaye a gefe yana kallon yadda Anas yake destroying masa mutane, duk se kamar yafi k’arfinsu dukda suma suna k’ok’ari dan har sun fasa masa baki amman yafi cin uwarsu. Tsawa Farouq ya daka musu “wai zakuce shi kad’ai yafi ku duka k’arfi ne?”


Ai se kamar maganar Farouq k’arfi ya k’ara musu. Sunayi Anas yanayi har suka samu sukaci galaba akansa hanci, baki ba wanda basu fasa masa ba. Hannayensa suka kama ta kowani gefe a lokacinda Farouq ya taso daga inda yake. “Ohhh look at you Mr. Fauzi abin tausayi, ina k’arfin naka yaje? Ina polisawan naka? Kud’in ka ya ceto ka mana.” Fuskar Mr. Fauzi dayake yoyon jini Farouq ya d’ago “tell me meh had’inka da mata ta Fannah?”

Murmushi Anas yayi dukda azaban dayake ji. “Kaikuma tell me meh had’inka da alak’a na da ita? Mind your damn business.”
“Bakinka be ruhu ba kenan har yanzu. Rik’e min shi dakyau” yace da mazan nasa. Gagam suka sake damk’e Mr. Fauzi punch me rai da lafiya Farouq ya kai masa wanda seda idanun Anas suka juya. “Nace meh alak’arka da matata?”
“Fannah is not your wife” ya fad’a a wahalince. “Take note”
“Har yanzu baka bugu ba.” Naushi yakai ma Anas a ciki wanda sakamakon hakan ya saki k’ara sosai dan azaba.
“For the last time me had’inka da Fannah?”
“Kanason kaji me had’ina da Fannah? *FANNAH IS MY GIRL, I LOVE HER.*”
Cike da b’acin rai Farouq ya cukumo kolar rigan Anas “me kace? Sake nanata abinda ka fad’a inji”
“I LOVE FANNAH, KUMA NI ZAN AURETA BA KAI BA, FANNAH TAWA CE!!!”
“You really want to die.” Naushi lafiyayyu guda uku ya kai wa Anas aciki biyu kuma a fuska. Kaca-kaca suka ma Anas, duk wanda ya kallesa bare so sake sa idanunsa kansa ba duk jikinsa jini.

“Me alak’ar ka da Fannah? Kace min baka son ta kuma baka santa ba.”
Da k’yar yake maganan “NEVER!! I LOVE FANNAH, ko kasheni zakayi bare canza komai ba.”
A fusace Farouq yace, “Baaba” na gefen daman Anas “je cikin trunk na motan can kaciro min sandan chan nakega inba dukan mutuwa na masa ba bare shiga