Matar Taj Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Slowly, thin tears began to trail down his face as he stared into her eyes. He tried to speak but couldn’t. His body felt as though every part that gave him strength had been drained away. The way she spoke confirmed to him that she had a hand in the ordeal he had found himself in. All he could say in his heart was “Inna lillahi…” No matter how much he tried to raise his hand, he couldn’t. He could hear and see her stand up and walk out of the room. Within a few minutes she returned with her phone, sat beside him, and played a recording.

The entire conversation they had had with Mutalib—from beginning to end—was there. Nothing was left out, even the call he made with Qalam and the way he intended to tell him about the evidence he had found. Everything was recorded. When it finished playing, she switched it off. Then she looked at him.

“Are you surprised?” she said. “Well, let me tell you—every movement of yours has been under my watch, Jamid, and I know what you’re planning. So you think this”—she pointed at the drive—“is going to stop my determination? Do you think this will bring an end to plans I’ve worked on for years? Were you planning to bring me down? Why? I’m your wife. Why can’t you support me? Why? Do you even know the pain I’ve carried in my heart for years? From the day Taj appeared in our lives, all our happiness vanished, and he caused Ummu’s death. Right before my eyes, the sorrow that boy brought ended her life.”

Her eyes turned very red. Her face changed into something pitiful as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Jamid did nothing but stare at her. The way he looked at her made her burst into laughter.

“Hahahahaha!” She laughed for a while, then suddenly stopped. Her eyes were still red.

“Anyone who enters my farm, I remove them—no matter who they are. Why didn’t you stay in your place and just watch? Why did you interfere? Now you’ve seen the consequences of that… Let me tell you the most interesting part.”

She leaned close to his ear so only he could hear her and whispered,

“In less than a minute, with just a little money, I had a car run him over. Deep down, I wanted him dead. But if I left him like that, his end would have been too easy. That’s why I changed the plan. I’ve never regretted doing that. I want him to suffer. I won’t kill him now, but I’ll ruin his life. I’ll make him poor and helpless. Just as I promised—Tajudeen will never enjoy life as long as I’m alive. I’ll make sure he suffers. I’ll make sure even an animal is treated better than him. In fact, whatever I do to him won’t erase the scar in my heart until I see his last breath… and I mean it.”

With that, she stood up, her body trembling, and turned away.

Jamid was overwhelmed with shock—especially after hearing her admit with her own mouth that she caused Taj’s accident. Her words carried no faith or mercy, and he was certain she would carry out everything she said.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un.

Taj and Sabeeha’s lives were in danger, because only God knew what she was planning now.

With great difficulty, he managed to open his crooked mouth and speak weakly, tears streaming down his face:

“Al…lah… will… not… leave… you… unpunished…”

He finished and shut his eyes tightly. She paused for a moment after listening to him, then walked out of the room completely.

After leaving, she entered her study room, pulled the laptop on the table toward her, and inserted the drive. Once it connected, she began clicking around until she located the file. At first she was surprised there was no password, since files like that are usually hidden. Just as she was about to open it, her phone rang. She quickly answered and said, “Bring him in.” Then she hung up.

A few minutes later, the head maid entered the study with a man following behind her. He wore a green uniform with a white cap. Hidaya glanced at the head maid and signaled for her to leave. After she left, Hidaya gestured to the chair facing her table. He quickly obeyed, sat down, and placed his bag beside him.

“Good day, madam,” he greeted.

She didn’t look at him immediately. She relaxed back in her chair and then examined him from head to toe. He was a worker from a mental hospital. From his appearance, he looked unstable himself. She had specifically requested someone whose mouth she could easily shut so she could get what she wanted without trouble. She had decided to handle everything herself after discovering that the doctors she hired earlier had secretly done some work for Khaal without her knowledge.

She stretched out her hand, signaling for him to give her what he brought. He opened his bag and brought out three packs of drugs and a bottle, placing them in front of her.

“Madam, here are the items you requested.”

He began explaining how to use them, but she didn’t bother listening. She stopped him, opened her drawer, and brought out bundles of riyal notes, placing them on the table.

“How I use them is none of your concern. You’re dismissed.”

Trembling, he stood up, grabbed the money and his bag, and hurried out, frightened. He thought about the danger of the drugs he had brought—usually given to psychiatric patients in very controlled doses. If taken beyond the prescribed amount, they could severely damage the brain instead of helping. But whatever happened was not his problem anymore, since he had been paid well.

After he left, Hidaya picked up the drug packets, turned them over in her hands, and began planning in her mind. Without even glancing at the laptop again, she stood up and walked out of the study room with the drugs in her hand.

Sabeeha, who had been standing by the door leading into Hidaya’s section, stepped back quickly when the door opened from inside. She panicked, thinking Hidaya was coming out, but it wasn’t her. Her body went weak with relief. Ever since Jamid was brought back from the hospital, she had wanted to see him, but fear kept her away—especially since Hidaya had forbidden anyone from visiting him. Now she was searching for a way to slip into that part of the house, even if secretly.