Ciki Da Gaskiya Littafi Na Daya Complete Hausa Novels

The Shootout and Escape

The noise they heard made them suddenly realize what was happening. Immediately, Barau Modibbo’s eldest son ran out. When he saw the security officers, he became confused and tried to run, but he was stopped when Joseph shot him in the leg.

Quickly, Khalil, who was hiding nearby, also came out, but he felt a gunshot hit his right hand. He quickly held the injured spot and looked toward where the shot had come from — it was Barau Modibbo again. He fired another shot at Khalil’s stomach, but it did not penetrate because Khalil was wearing a bulletproof vest.

Seeing this, Barau Modibbo quickly ran into another room. Khalil and some of the officers chased after him, even though Khalil was in serious pain and blood had already begun soaking the yellow shirt he was wearing.

They searched everywhere in the house but could not find Barau Modibbo. Unknown to them, he had escaped through a hidden back door that had been specially prepared for a day like this. Later, Khalil noticed the door. Biting his lip in frustration, he pushed aside a wardrobe that had been placed there and, after examining the door carefully, said, “Taheer, I think he escaped through here…”

He was speaking weakly because he had started feeling dizzy due to the blood loss from his hand. They all rushed to the back, and some of them went outside. They saw signs that a vehicle had just taken off, confirming that he had escaped.

They returned to where Khalil was, holding his injured hand and repeatedly closing his eyes. Adams rushed to him. They had almost forgotten that their boss had been shot. Youseef quickly tore a bedsheet from a bed, and Adams used it to tie Khalil’s hand tightly to stop the bleeding.

They wasted no time. Leaving behind the bodies of those Khalil had killed and the suspects they had captured, they left the house. They called Dr. Abraham, who told them he was at the General Hospital and asked them to meet him there since they had informed him that their boss had been shot.

At that moment, Ramadan was about to drive out of the hospital when Khalil’s car drove in. Ramadan quickly stepped on the brakes and said, “That’s Khalil’s car.” A sudden fear gripped Aysha as she remembered the condition in which he had left earlier. They all rushed out, and Ramadan hurried toward the car.

Khalil came out by himself, but it was obvious he wasn’t well. He could barely lift his eyes to look ahead, which caused him to stagger slightly. Ramadan quickly supported him and asked, “Khalil, are you okay?”

Bravely, Khalil replied, “Take me inside through the back. I don’t want to alarm them. It’s just a gunshot.”

They entered through the back door, while Aysha and Fadeela rushed into the hospital anxiously. They went straight to his office. Soon, Dr. Abraham arrived with Adams. Everyone stepped out to give him space to work. Khalil sat on a chair, leaning back with his eyes closed.

Dr. Abraham worked quickly. Khalil showed great bravery; apart from tightening his eyes and biting his lips occasionally, he did not complain. Even after the bullet was removed, sweat poured down his body as if water had been poured on him, despite the air conditioner working in the office. After treating him properly and giving him a sleeping injection, Dr. Abraham persuaded him to lie on the examination bed. Khalil insisted on going home, but the doctor told him to rest until the injection took effect before leaving.

Outside, Aysha was pacing anxiously. Soon, Baffah and Ramadan arrived. In panic, Baffah asked what had happened to Mu’azzam. Adams explained that he had been shot, and before he could finish, Dr. Abraham came out and confirmed that the bullet had been removed and Khalil was sleeping. He advised that Khalil should rest so they could add more fluids.

Everyone felt relieved — except Aysha, who had been crying continuously. Baffah noticed her tears and moved closer to comfort her, urging her to pray for him instead of crying.

Hours later, after nearly five hours, Khalil woke up. The IV fluids had finished. Because of the family’s anxiety, they had gone home earlier around the time of the Isha prayer, and Aysha had already been sent home by Ramadan.

At home, everyone sat quietly in the living room. Hajia Babba was also in her section, disturbed after hearing about what had happened. When Khalil arrived, everyone stood up and gathered around him. All the men of the house had been at the hospital.

Seeing how worried they were, he smiled and said, “Calm down, I’m fine.” They nodded quietly. Aunty Mamie brought him tea, which he accepted, thanking her warmly. She smiled back.

As he sipped the tea slowly, he looked at his family seated around him, including Hajia Babba, whose behavior surprised everyone. Instead of being harsh as usual, she showed unusual concern toward him.

He lifted his eyes slowly and looked at Aysha, who was hiding behind Umme, clearly unsettled. He smiled slightly to himself and thought, “My troublemaker, what has made her like this today?”

Aysha, unaware that he was watching her, tried to steal a glance at him, but their eyes met unexpectedly. She quickly looked away and pouted slightly. He also turned his face aside calmly.

When Hajia Babba asked what he had said, he replied, “Nothing, Mom. Let me go freshen up and make up the prayers I missed.” She agreed. He stood up, and Hajia Babba followed him, personally preparing his bath water and subtly asking whether they had captured Barau Modibbo.

Khalil was surprised by her unusual care, since this wasn’t the first time he had been shot, and she had never acted this way before. Usually, it was Aunty Mamie who took care of him. He ignored the thought and went to bathe.

Two Days Later – Family Secrets Revealed

Two days later, Khalil felt much better. He received special care from his mother, Aunty Mamie, and the rest of the family. However, Aysha had not visited him during those two days.

At work, many of his superiors and subordinates came to see him.

Meanwhile, Gwaggo Bintu was officially dismissed the previous day. Mama personally explained her relationship with Gwaggo Bintu to Baffah, who was shocked because he had never imagined it. He suggested that since she was family, she should stop working as a maid and instead be treated as one of them. Mama was very happy with that decision, as it was what she had wanted all along.

A room was prepared for Gwaggo Bintu in Mama’s section of the house. However, it was clear she was not entirely pleased — if it were up to her, she would have returned to Kano quietly. But she kept silent so Mama would not suspect anything.

Hajia Babba only learned about this arrangement that day, and it disturbed her greatly. She immediately summoned Gwaggo Bintu.

“Bintu! What is this I’m hearing? Are you really Fadima’s sister-in-law? If that’s the case, where is the girl we sent to school?”

Gwaggo Bintu was amused by Hajia Babba’s panic but hid her laughter. She calmly replied, “Hajia, yes, I am the younger sister of Fadima’s husband — Aysha’s father, whom you sent to school. But don’t worry, she doesn’t know anything. She still believes her daughter is in school, and I will never tell her otherwise.”

Hajia Babba sighed in relief, held her shoulder, and said, “Thank you, Bintu. That’s why I admire you.” She then gave her one hundred thousand naira to use.

Gwaggo Bintu expressed great gratitude, and Hajia Babba dismissed her warmly, thanking her repeatedly.