“Aww dama kina kai? Shine bakiyi magana ba tun d’azu?”
“Toh ai kai ka fara kira na.”
“Ya jikin naki?”
“Da sauk’i.”
“Okay...”
“Shikenan can I go ba k to what am doing?”
“Me kikeyi?” Ya tambaya haka kawai yaji yanason cigaba da sauraron muryarta.
“Yanzu nafito daga wanka zan shafa mai.”
“K’azama se kusan to twelve na rana zakiyi wanka.”
“Toh ai bacci nayi.”
“K’azama ba.”
“Niba k’azama ce ba, excuse me zan shafa mai nan ta katse.” Murmushi dukansu suka tsaya yi suna kallon wayoyinsu musamman ma Fannah. She can’t deny it anymore ta fad’a tarkon soyayyar Mr. Fauzi sede batason soyayyar yaje ko ina saboda batasan ayi hurting nata daga k’arshe ‘cause muddin Anas yasan sirrinta he will run away and leave her, aduk lokacin data tuna da wannan seta yayyafa wa zuciyarta ruwan sanyi dan huchar da zazzafan son Mr. Fauzi. Haka har tagama shirinta tana tuna jiya yadda Anas ya riga mata hidima ko da daddare da take kuka ya hana kansa bacci ya zauna da ita yana pompering nata, haka kawai taji tana murmusawa.


Shima Anas zaune yake cikin one of hotels daya saba chin abinci, ga abincin agabansa amman yakasa ci se murmusawa yake musamman ya tuna rananda take tsaye da towel a gabansa dakuma lokacinda cinyoyinta sukayi tsami yake shafa mata muscle pain reliever. Da k’yar ya iya ya kai spoons biyar yaji yama k’oshi tunanin Fannah kad’ai ya ciyar dashi. Be jira aka tashi ba yabar office ji yayai kawai Fannah yakeson sawa a idanunsa, it hasn’t been long amman seji yake like shekara da shekaru ne.

_K’arfe 3:00PM_
Tsaye Anas yake bakin hotel room nasu ya kasa shiga dan girman kai. “What if tace mena dawo yai since before lokacin tashi yayi, me zance mata? That I miss her I want to see her? No! No way ai seta raina ni ta d’au ko sonta nake.” Ya juya ze koma kuma yaji bare iya ba Fannah yakeson gani and no one else. Seya d’aga hannu zeyi knocking seya sake maida hannun nasa baya.


Fannah kuwa tayi waya da Afrah ta buga game, ta kalli pictures na bikinsu, tayi kallo, tagaji zaman shirun ya isheta. Sanin ba kowa a floor dasuke daga ita se Anas, Anas kuma baya nan ba wanda ze hauro ta d’au wayarta kad’ai. Atamfa ne d’inkin fitted riga da skirt ya mugun mata kyau a jikinta, kayan ya zauna tip tip. D’aurin ta ta daidaita sannan ta bud’e k’ofar, baki ta sake ganin Anas tsaye jikin k’ofar.
Mutuwan tsaye sukayi duk a wajen suna kallon juna sun kusan minti biyu suna abu d’aya sannan ta kawar da kanta zata rufe k’ofar dan komawa ta d’auko mayafinta kenan Anas ya rik’o hannunta. Be d’aga idanunsa daga kan k’irjinta ba har ayanzu se kallonta yake.


“Uhm Anas kasakeni in d’au mayafi na please.”
“Why?” Ya tambayeta se anan ya dawo da kallonsa kan kyakkyawar fuskarta data sha d’an light makeup.
“Anas hakan ba kyau-” katseta yayi.
“No I like it this way, kinfi kyau haka kar ki rufe jikin ki kinji?”
“But Anas-” katse ta ya kuma “Fannah I’m your husband nace nafison ganinki haka” se yanzu ya tuna da kalamun ta na ranan cewa batason tsinuwan mala’ikun rahma. “Ko ki zauna haka kokuma inyi fushi dake mala’ikun rahma suyita tsine miki.”
“A’a dan Allah don’t talk like that kaji karkayi fushi.”
“Zaki zauna hakan?” Kai ta gyad’a a hankali. “Good” ya saki brightest smile nasa.
“Da ina zakije ahakan?”
“Babu kawai nagaji da zaman cikin ne nace barin d’an lek’o waje.” Ta basa amsa tana k’oka’rin raba hannunta da nasa. “Shine zaki fito ahaka ba hijabi ba mayafi?” Ya fad’a a little bit pissed off, daga yadda yake magana za’a san kishi ya motsa.


“Toh Anas naga ba kowa a floor d’inmun, mu kad’ai ne.”
“I know what of room services? Insuka hauro alokacin da kike k’ok’arin fitowa ahaka fah? Se suganki?”
“Yanzu fa kace nafi kyau a haka kar insa mayafi.” Hannu yasa ya hargitsa gashinsa cike da haushi. “For goodness sake Fannah I’m your husband, taya zaki had’ani da room service? Nine kad’ai am aloud to stare at your body and not them.”
“I’m sorry” tace dashi tana kallon k’asa.
“No you are not Fannah, daga yau karki sake fitowa koda bud’e k’ofa ne ba hijabi ko mayafi do you get me? Banason mayafin ma hijabi constant kinji?”
“Haba mana Anas ai dan bud’e k’ofa kam mayafi ma yayi.”
“Ni bemin ba banaso, Fannah I’m serious.”
“Okay naji barin k’ara ba.”
“Better” yace yana hararta. “Matsa min in wuce.”
“Ka wuce ina? Anas lokacin tashi daga office fa beyi ba, meka dawo yi?”
“Me ruwanki? Ko kin d’au wai dawowa nayi saboda nayi missing naki? Hell No nadawo d’aukan wasu files ne, mema zan kalla a fuskarki ko jikin naki, excuse me?”
“Niba abinda nake nufi ba kenan” gefe ta matsa masa ya shiga tabi bayansa. Briefcase dayake adana files nasa ya ciro shi a dole yadawo ne dan d’auko abu tana tsaye akansa se dube-dube yake yakasa koda d’aukan d’aya ciki. Ganin har yaci minti biyar be samu ba Fannah tace, “Anas anya kuwa files d’in kazo d’auka ba wani abu daban ba?” Da biyu tamasa tambayan dan kuwa hankalinta ya bata ba file yazo d’auka ba wayasani ma ko missing nata yake dagaske tunda har ya bud’e baki yafad’a d’azu indirectly.

“Mind your business mana meh ruwanki da abinda nakeyi kin wani zo kin tsaya min akai sekace soldier (soja.)”
“Allah baka hak’uri niba abinda nake nufi ba kenan, I was thinking ko kanaso in tayaka nema ne.”
“Neman meh?”
“File da kake neman, koba file kace kana nema ba?” Shi se yanzu ma ya tuna eh file yazo nema.
“Toh banaso, zan nemi abu na dakaina.”
“Yi hak’uri in taya ka” tace dawani mocking smile tattare da fuskarta.
“Fannah yaushe na soma wasa dake? Mind your business.” Juya baya tayi tasoma tafiya zata kan couch ta zauna. “Mutum bare fito fili ya fad’a meya kawo sa ba se shegen zurfin ciki” tace chan k’asa k’asa almost kamar da kanta take maganar.
Bejita gabad’ai ba amman yaji some part. “Ke! Me kikace?” Take ta juyo dan bata tsamman yajita ba.


“Babu kawai cewa nayi Allah sa kasamu file d’in.” Harara ya galla mata tare da cigaba da nan file dayayi qarya yana nema. Chan ya d’ago kai yaga se lastse wayarta take, tsayuwa yayi yana kallonta ko kyafta ido baiyi data d’ago kai seya juya daga k’arshe ya ciro wani file yayi hanyan fita ai dagangan ya sakar da k’ara “awwchh! My ankle.” ya tsuguna yana rik’e k’afar. Da sauri ta nufa wajen “Anas meya faru?” Ta tambaya tana dubansa.
“My ankle nakega nayi spraining. Awcchh!”
“Ya Salam! But how?” Ta tambaya.
“Nima bansani ba, argh!!” Hannunta ta zagaye ta bayansa tayi assisting nasa ta kwantar dashi kan gado. Se faman “awch!” na k’arya yake, sam yaji bayason rabuwa da ita koda na second ne shiyasa yayi coming up da wannan plan na spraining ankle nasa.


Takalmasa ta cire masa da socks d’in, da ta tab’a k’afan hagun nasa seya sa ihu. ”Sorry, d’an tsaya in gani.”
“A’a barshi.”
“Anas kasan fa bareyi abar k’afar haka ba, nida cinya na sukayi tsami kwanaki ba haka kasani a gaba ka riga shafa min man zafi ba? Ka tsaya inga.”
K’afan nasa ta aza kan cinyarta tana d’an mammatsa wajen ankle nasan. Sekuma abin yasoma masa cakulkuli, dariya yakeson yi amman ya matse se faking “awch!” Yake tayi.
“Amma Anas banga alaman koda b’ullowan muscle bafa, kuma kace kayi spraining.”
“Aww maqaryaci kikeson cemin komeh?”
“A’a kawai de da abun ban mamaki ne.”
“Sakemin k’afa ba sekin zagen ba.” Nan ya d’aga k’afarsa daga kan cinyar tatan.
“Anas ba abinda nake nufi ba kenan I’m sorry.”
“Banaso, tashi kibani waje.” K’afar nasan ta mayar kan cinyarta. “I’m sorry kaji?”
“Naji” yace ba tare da ya kalleta ba. “In shafa maka magani awajen?”
“No you don’t have to.”
“Anas in ba’a shafa ba baraka iya taka k’afan bafah.”
“Don’t worry just come lets sleep.”
“Sede inkai ni banjima da tashi daga bacci ba.” Nan ta mik’e ta rage masa kayan jikinsa ta juya kenan ya rik’o hannunta “lets sleep kinji?” Be jira amsarta ba ya jata ta fad’a jikinsa.


“Anas me haka?” Ta fad’a a lokacinda take k’ok’arin tashi.
“Lets sleep.” ya sake matseta jikinsa.
“Ahaka? Ai namaka nauyi barin kwanta a gefe kaji?”
“No I want it this way.” Bata sake cewa komai ba sede sam ta kasa samun sukuni, wani erin baqon yanayi ta tsinci kanta ciki.


_20 minutes later..._
“Anas” ta gwada kiran sunansa jin yayi shiru, ta d’aga hannunsa daya zagaya akan bayanta a hankali sannan ta taso daga jikinsa ta yadda bata tadashi daga baccin nasa ba.


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*YEYYY! ALHAMDULILLAH SISTERS FOR YOUR WARM PRAYERS, JIKIN MAMA DA SAUKI, ANYI OPERATION AND IT WAS A SUCCESS*


Suit da shirt nasa data cire d’azu ta d’au tasa a laundry basket. Bayan ta dawo tana tsaye akansa ta gwada tab’a k’afar sa dayace yayi spraining to her suprise taga beko motsa ba, sake tab’awa tayi da d’an k’arfi nanma be motsa ba se baccinsa yake. Mamaki ne ya rufeta mutumin dayace yayi spraining k’afar ne ana tab’awa amman baiko jin zafi? Lallai kam! Komawa kan side drawer’n gefensa tayi ta zauna tana k’ure masa kallo daga gashin girarsa, idanunsa hanci dakuma lips nasa, batasan seda takai hannunta kan lips nasa ba haka kawai taji tanason ta tab’a, taji tanason tab’a lips nasa masu uban fidda bak’ak’en kalamu ganin yad’an motsa ta miyar da hannun nata baya haka tata kallonsa har seda La’asar prayer yashiga.


“Anas!” takira sunansa a hankali. “Anas katashi lokacin Sallah yayi.” Nanma shiru seda tasa hannu ta tab’a sa ya bud’e ido ya azasu kanta. “Lokacin Sallah yayi” tace tare da kawar da kanta.
“Kefa barakiyi ba?” Ya tambayeta dan kwata kwata ya manta batayi. Yi tayi kamar bata jisa ba ta mik’e.
“Yes?” Cewar Anas.
“Anas banayi ka manta ne.” Ba tare da yace da ita komai ba ya mik’e kan gadon kwata kwata ya manta da k’aryan spraining ankle nasa daya mata, garau ya mik’e yana tafiya. Baki ta sake tana kallon ikon Allah.
“Anas har k’afan ya warke ne?” Se a yanzu ya tuna ya mata k’arya kuma tariga ta gano gaskiyar.
“Da sauk’i be warke ba” yace da ita yana basarwa tare da d’an karkata tafiyar tasa. Daga yadda take kallonsa yasan tagano gaskiyar no point ya cigaba da k’aryan. “Okay, okay naji you caught me lying actually ba spraining ankle d’ina danayi I just faked it are you okay?” Dariya sosai ta b’arke da, Anas be tab’a ganinta tana irin wannan dariya ba se yau and he find her cute, admiring nata ya tsaya yi se dariya take harda ‘yar hawaye se chan tad’anyi shiru. “I’m sorry” tace tana girgiza kai hannunta na akan cikinta.
“Kin gama?” Yace da ita.
“I’m sorry but Anas why do you have to lie?”
“Nima bansani ba, meh ruwanki?”
“Anas daga tambaya.”
“I miss you thats it” yace da ita sincerely dan dama haka yake he is straight forward. Wani irin yanayi ta tsinci kanta ciki a yayinda bugun zuciyarta ya k’aru. She couldn’t help it batasan seda ta soma blushing ba. ‘yar k’aramar tsuka yaja;
“Mschw! you can stop blushing, not anymore I don’t miss you again” daga nan ya shige bayi tana zaune kan gado har ya idar da Sallah. Abinci yamusu ordering bayan da suka gama ci ta d’au towel nata da hijabi ta nufa bayi dan sake watsa ruwa tad’an kwanta kafin Maghrib.


A yayinda ya cigaba da gudanar da harkar gabansa a laptop shikuwa, bayan like 2 minutes ya tashi ya fice bada dad’ewa ba ya dawo yatsansa na yoyon jini da alama yankewa yayi. A gurguje yashigo d’akin, bayi ya nufa ya bud’e kasancewar Fannah batasa lock ba. Idanunsa basu sauk’a a ko ina ba sekan Fannah dake wanka, kwata kwata ta rasa me ya hanata sa lock bakin k’ofar a tunaninta wai ai Anas yasan tana ciki bare bud’e taba shiko yankan da yayi yasa ya mance da tana cikin bayin. Seda ya k’are mata kallo sama da k’asa sannan tasa wani irin masifaffen ihun da bata tab’ayin irinsa ba. Hannu yasa yakai baki kan wanda zeyi amai sannan da wurwuri ya rufe k’ofar. Both of them were speechless for the mean time, Fannah can’t believe Anas yaganta a haka kamar yadda shima yakasa believing yaga Fannah ba komai a jiki.


Kuka tasa a bayin wanda har shi Anas d’in ya jiyota, tissue yaja ya tare zubar jinin sannan ya dawo kusa da k’ofan ya tsaya yana sauraron sautin kukanta, yarasa nayi ganin bata da niyyan barin kukan yakira sunanta “Fannah.”
K’arfin kukan nata ta k’ara. “OMG! Fannah kukan me kuma? Stop crying please.” Banza tayi dashi takoma cikin jacuzzi ta zauna se kuka take. “Fannah stop crying na manta kina ciki ne, kinji?” Nanma bata ce komai ba.
“Kema mesa baki rufe k’ofar ba?” Cikin sautin kukan tace, “toh ai naga kasan da shiga na, kawai kawani kama ka bud’e mutum...” ta fashe da kuka.
“Fannah ai ba da gangan na bud’e miki ba na manta ne.”
“Bawani mantuwa wallahi...” ta k’are maganar cikin kuka.
“Toh acewarki zan bud’e ki ne da gangan? Mezan kalla a jikin naki? Mschw!” ya fad’a a tsawace. K’arfin kukanta ta dad’a.
“Okay, okay I’m sorry I should have knock still, bar kukan kinji?” Batace dashi komai ba tacigaba da rera kukarta.
“I said I’m sorry, kinji?” Nanma shiru.
“Ko sena shigo zakiyi shirun?” Still batace komai ba. Handle na bayin ya waina.
“A’a dan Allah karka shigo” ta fad’a cike da tashin hankali, k’ok’arin jawo towel nata take amman takasa.
Murmushi kad’an ya saki, ,“zakiyi shirun?”
“Eh zanyi, nama nayi, nayi dan Allah karka shigo.” Daga nan ya koma kan gado ya zauna yana jiran fitowarta se canza tissue yake jinin bebar zuba ba har yanzu. Tuntuni Fannah ta gama wankan amman tak’i fitowa batasan dawani idon zata sake kallon Anas ba. Har yanzu takasa believing abinda ya faru d’azu. Ganin about 10 minutes har yanzu tak’i fitowa Anas yace, “Fannah wai haihuwa kike cikin barhroom d’inne?” Chan k’asa k’asa tace, “bansani ba wallahi da kallon tsireci ba haramun bane dana rama nima, nasan dagangan ka bud’eni.”
“Fannah I will open the door in baki fito ba.” Ya fad’a a lokacin dayake takowa zuwa bakin k’ofar. “I have a cut on my finger I need to wash it ki bud’e.” Tana jinsa tak’i koda motsawa, tsaye take sanye da hijabinta gaban mirror.
“I’m couting to three in baki bud’e