Indian Hausa Synopsis
Until the next morning, Umar did not stop calling my phone, and I did not pick up. By the time his missed calls are counted. In the morning I was browsing some procedures on my phone while I was waiting for Jan to come out of the shower, because I was already ready. A strange number called me on whatsapp. At first, I thought it was Umar, but I went through his description and I saw that nothing about him was related to Umar’s. First of all, Umar sat down and poured two lines for you in writing, he preferred to spend two hours on the phone talking. That’s why now his voice notes are filling my phone. Like someone who is waiting, I answer and the answer is returned, how am I? Hope I woke up safe?. I said okay, who is talking?
Then it was sent, you don’t really know me, but I know you know. I have not wanted to talk to you since today, God willing. My name is Muhammad.
I wrote, ‘Mr. Muhammad, can you tell me where you know me? Because I don’t think I know any Muhammad here where I am. He said, ‘By God, you will know me soon, I promise you this. To be honest, I’m not in town right now, that’s why, but as soon as I come in, I’ll come and find you, I know when you’re coming.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise, it seems that this man knows me better than I thought. I said, how did this happen? I was sending him Jan’s answer as she came out of the bathroom, I turned off my data and got off WhatsApp and was looking at her. She sat down and finished her preparation quietly. When she finished, we ate the pancakes we made with tea, and when we finished, we took the rest we made to the kitchen and left.
Today, the doctor came back from the hospital in the evening. When he was on the street today, we got down, on our feet we went down to Yaya’s house.
At the door of the house, Umar was standing leaning on his car. I was shocked to see him, he was falling in front of me, before me we continued walking. He quickly coughed in front of us, Na’ilah sweetie, please stop, please listen to me, I repent, please.
Jan looked at me, the way I put my face together as if I was seeing a messenger of my death, so she began to divide her eyes between me and Umar. He continued to pour magic while I walked around him and approached the door of the house. Janan held my hand, I turned to look at her, she said, “What’s up, Na’ilah?” I don’t know you and insulting people at all.
I told you to shut up, Janan, you don’t know what happened, so don’t try to get involved in this fight.
Umar was silent with his mouth, please listen to me Sweetie, please.
I avoided looking at him, despite trying to suppress it, pretending that I didn’t care, but I missed him. Only one day and one day, but I miss him. I looked at Jan data and she was looking at us. Without them, she entered the house and left us standing.
I slapped my hand on my chest while looking at him, what? Now you need oil? Do you want us to stay somewhere else or do you want to book a room for us in a hotel?
He shook his head, Subhanallah, oh Na’ilah, what brought this talk? It’s a mistake, I know I’ve already done it, but I’m asking for your forgiveness, please. By God, I don’t know what happened to me, ok, I know. I’m short of patience, but by God, I realize my mistake and I won’t do it again. Please, God, give me a chance, Na’ilah. I promise you that it won’t happen again. I felt my heart start to get cold when I heard that, I said “how sure are you? How can you make sure that in the future you will not be with me in the car again, trying to touch me inappropriately?”
He went up and shook his head quickly, I assure you this will not happen again, I promise I will not touch you again without your permission until we get married! I said, what if this happens again?
He was silent and looking at me, I said the same thing Umar, if something like this happens again, we are over! This has happened before, and now it will happen again, so there is no third time. And if we break up, we break up, do you agree?
He nodded, it’s not as if I will repeat it again, but yeah, I agree. Your anger is not something I would like to see again, even if it’s a joke. Have you forgiven me now?
I’ve been thinking for a long time, have I forgiven him? He has already convinced me, and he promised that this will not happen again, so why should he forgive him? So I nodded my head, he let out a gentle smile that made me let out a smile too, “oh thank God! By God, you didn’t hear how worried I was, God, I miss you by the way”.
I just smiled, as I felt a chill running through my heart. I don’t know, I forgave him for what I did, or I came back to him for what he did. Before I raised my mouth to speak again, we heard the call to prayer, he looked at me smiling, “Let me go to the mosque, I will call you later.” I nodded to him and went home.
After we had dinner in Janan’s room, she sat on the edge of the bed talking to Al-Mustapha, her boyfriend, and I joined the WhatsApp chat. This guy’s post was the first thing I saw, I even forgot about it. The answer to that question was sent to me in the morning, as I told you, I know you are happy to know. And I care very much about the affairs of those who are very special to me, so it is not surprising”.
I replied to him with the answer ‘no? How did I become very special to you? Soon the reply came, ‘oh, you are very very special in fact! If I say that I will explain to you, we will spend some time like that, then cut it short, I feel you in my heart more than you think. That’s just how I found myself. Something about the man is very fascinating, yet so familiar. For the fifth time since we started chatting with him now, I felt in my body how this man knows me better than I do, and somehow I know him. But all that didn’t bother me, the way I talked to him distracted me, that’s what surprised me and confused me at the same time. It’s a first.
For thirty minutes, we were chatting by exchanging written words, then I saw that I was lying in the middle of the room, I was looking at the room fan that was rotating, I was writing in my hand, while from time to time the sound of laughter would come out of my mouth, even though I know or I don’t know. That often made Jan, if she was still on the phone, turn around and look at me questioningly, but she didn’t ask.
When he said hello to me about a job he was going to do, not only myself, but even my heart and body I felt that they trusted the man. Which in itself is questionable, first of all I don’t know the man, I don’t know anything about him except his name, he works for a company that processes documents. My son asked him if he has a wife. Then he said he didn’t see you here? That’s why I heard the sound of my heart beating as if it would tear in the middle of my chest and the heart came out.
Between me and God, I don’t want to say goodbye to him, I’m sure if we spend the night chatting with him, I will never worry in my heart, in short, I would like that not a little. We exchanged words in the morning, he left after texting me ‘sleep tight!’, oh God, I have never been so happy to see these words from anyone in my life except today. When he was going down, I felt that the whole chat had gone out of my mind, so I got down too. I searched my bag and took out books from it and started reading and following the practicals we did today.
Then around ten o’clock, Jan finished her interview with Almunta, (as she calls him). She turned and looked at me with a teasing smile.
She said, “What’s wrong? See this thing on your face, did you see the way you keep smiling and chatting? You even laugh, it’s such a sweet love!.
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I was frowning while looking at her, I slowly said “I have not chatted with Umar”.
She looked at you in surprise, “Are you kidding? I mean, if it’s not Umar, then who? Now that you said that, I remember that Umar doesn’t chat for long, who did we get??”. She ended the fight by raising her eyebrows at me in a teasing gesture. I threw my handbook, she was laughing, “Tell me!”.
I stood up and gathered my son’s things and put them in a bag. I went straight to the bathroom and saw her shouting, “You will be in there for a year and you will come out and tell me who you are girl!”. I just let out a loud laugh. I know before I came out she forgot about the conversation.
We even turned off the light in the room after going to bed, Janan called my name, I answered a little tired and sleepy and started to eat my eyes.
I sighed slowly, “what happened has already happened, Jan, we have already prepared for it, that’s all that matters. Tons of things have already happened, nothing will happen to us, so forget about it. She said “of course sugar, you have no problem with me”.
I feel her love is more and more passing through my heart, her understanding and support are always making her more and more in my heart and soul. I slowly said thank you, Jan. I could hear the sound of her smile in the dark room, then in the morning, Na’ilah!
I also returned her smile even though I knew she didn’t really see it, I said see you in the morning Jan! I turned to my right, closing my eyes. That night, I had many dreams, many of which included a man repeating the word “My wife!” like a poem.
Forgive me, God willing, tomorrow I will send a lot, this is also the voice of God, my hands and eyes hardly cooperated and I typed it. Thank you all.