A Father’s Comfort and a Turbulent Home

They watched him leave as tears, which Mom had been trying hard to suppress, spilled over. Dad looked at her gently. "Come now, Bilkisu. The moment you went completely silent, I knew you were crying. This boy needs our prayers right now, not our tears." He reached out and wiped the tears from her face.
She sighed. "That is true, Alhaji. But everything happening to this boy weighs so heavily on my heart."
"It is true," Dad replied soothingly, "but we must continue to pray for him. May Allah provide a way out for him."
"Amen, Alhaji," she replied.
As for Abdul’aziz, whom they fondly called Dady, his heart was incredibly heavy after leaving his parents' house. He felt a deep reluctance to even return to his own home. When he arrived at the gate, he honked the horn. The security guard quickly opened the gate, and Dady drove the nose of his car 🚗 inside, completely ignoring the guard's polite greeting. After parking in the garage 🚘🚖🚗, he walked toward the main house, which stood a short distance away from the parking area.
Even before reaching the door, the sound of loud shouting and commotion reached his ears. He hissed in frustration, muttering, "Worthless dogs 🐕🐕." He pushed the living room door open and stepped inside. True to his suspicions, his two wives were in the middle of a vicious brawl, hurling vile insults at each other as if they weren't even related by blood.
He cast a single cold glance at them and averted his eyes. As he hurried toward his bedroom, Ikileema suddenly jumped in front of him, blocking his path. "Malam, wait and listen to me!" she demanded.
He stared at her in utter disbelief. "Get out of my way so I can pass."
Placing one hand firmly on her hip, she barked, "You are going nowhere until you tell that absolute trash over there that she means absolutely nothing to you!" She pointed aggressively at Husna with her other hand.
Husna lunged forward, grabbing Ikileema tightly by the collar of her dress. "You are the trash here, you worthless, cheap loose girl! He should be saying those exact words to you, not me, you absolute fool!" Before anyone could even blink, a fierce fistfight erupted again, the two of them scratching and lunging so wildly that they almost crashed into him.
"Enough!" he thundered at them, his voice echoing through the room. "What kind of devils are you? Are you trying to turn my home into a public entertainment club?" They instantly froze under his wrath. He glared at them bitterly. "I swear by Allah, if I ever hear either of your voices raised in this house again, you will find yourselves packed up and sent straight back to your parents' houses with a fitting reward! I am utterly sick and tired of your shameless behavior. If you think you are such hardcore club girls, go ahead and continue. But remember, when it comes to being ruthless, I can outdo both of you combined!" He stormed into his bedroom and slammed the door shut with tremendous force, leaving them thoroughly shaken.
Hissing in frustration, each of them retreated to their respective rooms. Despite their toxic behavior, they both loved Dady passionately and feared him deeply.
Inside his room, Dady collapsed onto his bed in despair. "I am ruined," he groaned. "What kind of animalistic life is this? Oh Allah, please bring ease and intervention to my affairs..."

Author: 🌺Billy🌺
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Title: DESTINED MARRIAGE OR OBEDIENCE (AUREN KADDARA KO BIYAYYA)

The Roots of the Story

Alhaji El-Mansur Adam Sa'id is the name of Abdul’aziz’s (Dady's) father. Their patriarch, Alhaji Adam Sa'id Yola, had three children in total. Alhaji Adam had two wives. Halima, whom they called Umma, was the senior wife, and she bore two sons: Ashiru and Salisu.
The junior wife was Maryam, whom they called Gwaggo, and she had only one son: Mansur. Alhaji Adam was a prominent and highly successful merchant in Yola; if one were to list the top ten wealthiest businessmen in Yola, his name would easily be among them. However, peace was a rare commodity in Alhaji Adam’s household because his senior wife, Hajia Halima, was an incredibly contentious and combative woman. In sharp contrast, his junior wife, Hajia Maryam, was a woman of immense patience and tolerance. Consequently, her son Mansur grew up to be exceptionally patient, being the youngest of the three brothers.
Hajia Halima's children inherited her aggressive traits completely, following her toxic guidance step-by-step. They looked down on Gwaggo with utter contempt, only showing a shred of restraint out of sheer fear of their father.
Thus, Gwaggo and her son Mansur endured severe mistreatment within that house. Even at school, Mansur was constantly bullied by them. He was never allowed to join them or play freely; they would beat him at any opportunity. Whenever Gwaggo witnessed this, she never picked fights; instead, she would simply draw him into her room and gently comfort him.
This hostile environment caused Mansur to grow up feeling isolated and marginalized among his siblings. Time passed, and they all grew into adulthood. Ashiru and Salisu completed their studies and got married. About three years later, Mansur also married; he wedded the daughter of Gwaggo's younger sister, a gentle woman named Bilkisu. Salisu and Ashiru secured formal employment, explicitly stating that they had no interest in entering the trading business.
Mansur, on the other hand, remained in the marketplace, working closely alongside their father. It was during this period that a terminal illness struck Alhaji Adam, and Allah took his soul. Less than a year after his passing, Gwaggo also closed her eyes in death. Following Gwaggo's demise, Mansur and his wife found themselves under even greater oppression from his siblings and their mother. The family forcefully seized Mansur's entire inheritance, falsely claiming they were pooling the funds together to reinvest as a single business entity.
During this challenging period, Bilkisu became pregnant. It was a severely difficult pregnancy, leaving her constantly ill and bedridden. Whenever Mansur approached his brothers to ask for money to take her to the hospital, they would coldly dismiss him, claiming they had no money to spare. This dire situation forced Mansur to start hunting for a job, but employment opportunities proved entirely elusive.
With Bilkisu heavily pregnant and sick, and Mansur completely unemployed, the pressure escalated. To make matters worse, Salisu’s wives constantly overburdened Bilkisu with grueling household chores, completely disregarding her delicate condition and severe pregnancy sickness. Being a woman defined by profound patience, she simply endured the suffering silently.
When these hardships accumulated and became entirely unbearable for Mansur, he made a decisive move. He traveled and informed Gwaggo’s family of their plight. One of her younger brothers, who resided in Kano, took pity on them and insisted that Mansur should relocate his family to Kano to live with him...

A New Beginning in Kano and the Shadows of Envy

When Mansur informed Alhaji Salisu and Ashiru of his intention to leave, they flatly refused to give their blessing, self-righteously claiming that he was attempting to tear the family bonds apart.
Recognizing their hypocrisy, Mansur simply ignored them. About a week later, he quietly packed their essential belongings and shipped them to the motor park bound for Kano, completely hidden from the rest of the family. Three days later, he and his wife dressed casually as if they were merely stepping out for a local visit, and boarded a vehicle straight to Kano. They arrived safely at his uncle’s house—a modest compound consisting of four rooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen, typical of old Kano architecture. The uncle generously allocated two rooms for them to settle in. Back in Yola, the moment the family realized Mansur had fled, they callously cleared out every remaining item from their abandoned rooms.
Once settled in Kano, Mansur laid his formal educational certificates aside and threw himself completely into the grit of petty trading and business. Not long after, Bilkisu safely gave birth to a baby boy. She named him Abdul’aziz, honoring a vow she had made during her grueling pregnancy that if she ever birthed a son, he would bear her father's name. At home, they affectionately nicknamed the boy Dady.
From that monumental moment, the floodgates of immense wealth and prosperity burst wide open for Mansur. He eventually purchased a beautiful house for his family and bought another fine property for his generous uncle. He fully sponsored his uncle’s pilgrimage to Mecca and even extended the generosity to sponsor his older brothers for Hajj 🕋🕋.
Following Abdul’aziz’s birth, Bilkisu did not conceive again for a very long time, but this did not prompt Mansur to take a second wife. Twelve years later, she finally conceived again and gave birth to a set of twin girls. They were named after Gwaggo and her mother—Maryam and Fateema—but were popularly called Kausar and Kairat. At this time, Dady was already in Primary 6.
Mansur, now universally known as Alhaji El-Mansur Adam Sa'id Yola, transformed into a massively wealthy tycoon whose name became a household brand across the entire city of Kano. He frequently traveled back to Yola to pay his respects to his mother’s lineage and his brothers. Despite his profound generosity, his brothers still harbored deep-seated hatred for him; their sole underlying obsession was finding a way to ruin his life and seize his massive wealth. May Allah guide them.
As fate would have it, Alhaji Salisu’s job eventually transferred him to Kano. He relocated along with his entire family and their matriarch, Umma, who flatly refused to remain behind in Yola. Even though Salisu's wife fiercely opposed having the mother-in-law live with them, she had no choice but to comply. Their union was blessed with six children: Badiyya, Nuwaira, Ikileema, Auwal, Zainab, and Ma'aruf.
Shortly after their relocation, Alhaji Ashiru also moved his family to Kano, claiming he could not bear to live apart from his brother. He had one wife and four children: Jabir, Nafisa, Husna, and Nabil. Out of pure benevolence, Alhaji El-Mansur bought spacious houses for both of his brothers and enrolled all their children in highly expensive, elite schools. To protect their financial dependency, the brothers cleverly masked their deep-rooted envy, putting on a show of loyalty to his face while spewing hatred behind his back. Their children practically lived at Alhaji El-Mansur’s mansion, acting as spies for their envious parents. Conversely, Dady and the twins could never visit his uncles' homes freely or feel comfortable there. Dady, naturally introverted and reserved, completely despised visiting them anyway, only interacting with them on the rare occasions he felt like it.

Paths Diverge and an Unwanted Union

One fateful day, Alhaji El-Mansur's beloved uncle passed away. The loss shattered him deeply, as he had always viewed the man as his true father. To make matters worse, the uncle had never been able to father biological children. His widow, Inna, firmly announced her decision to return to Yola permanently. Despite Mansur's intense pleading and emotional begging, she refused to stay, stating she could not bear living in the house without her late husband. She promised to visit them periodically, and with a heavy heart, he let her depart, leaving them in deep mourning.
Life continued to flow rapidly, much like a river rushing down its course. Dady successfully completed his advanced medical studies in the United States, qualifying as an exceptionally skilled gynecologist. His cousin Jabir had been sent abroad alongside him, but Jabir completely neglected his studies, choosing instead to chase women like an unbridled ram and indulging heavily in substance abuse. Dady left him behind in America, returning home three months ahead of him.
By this time, Badiyya, Nuwaira, and Nafisa were all married with children of their own. Ikileema and Husna were now young ladies studying at Sa'adatu Rimi College in Kumbotso. They weren't particularly bright or dedicated students; instead, they were consumed by immense arrogance, putting on ridiculous airs and graces as though they were the daughters of a billionaire. At this point, their parents were actively scheming to send them to Ghana to continue their education.
Abdul’aziz El-Mansur Adam had matured into an incredibly handsome, top-tier gentleman. He possessed the kind of striking looks that would make any woman admire him instantly. However, he was extremely reserved and quiet. Though he possessed a humble disposition and a genuine love for people, he deliberately kept women at a distance, completely excluding them from his social circle. He never smiled in the presence of a woman, firmly believing that smiling too much around women only breeds familiarity and disrespect—and he absolutely loathed disrespect.
The twins had also grown into beautiful young ladies in SS3, preparing to sit for their senior school certificate examinations (SSCE) that year.
On the day Dady finally touched down in his homeland, the entire household erupted in immense joy, most notably his younger sisters. After settling in and resting, he sat in the main living room, enjoying a warm family chat with his parents and sisters.
Dady looked at his father with a playful glint in his eye. "Dad, your young ladies have grown so much. Why haven't you and Mom married them off yet?"
Dad smiled warmly. "My son, look at you talking! Look at how magnificent you look now—you've become incredibly handsome, and everything about you has refined." The entire room burst into laughter.
Kairat chimed in excitedly, "Wallahi, Yaya, you have become so incredibly handsome! America really suits you. You know, Mom should really convince Dad to send us abroad for our university studies too, Wallahi. Yaya, please help us plead with them!"
Dady shook his head firmly. "Absolutely not! I swear, even I won't support that. Send you abroad so you can get corrupted like so many others, learning a total lack of morals? I will never allow my sisters to be sent over there."
Kausar pouted. "Yaya, don't you trust us?"
"I trust you completely," he replied gently. "But you must understand that as women, you have an inherent vulnerability. Listen to what I am saying: be patient and complete your higher education right here in Nigeria, do you hear me? An expert driver can also last long, my dear sisters."
They nodded in agreement. "That's true, Yaya. We only brought it up because we heard that Husna and Ikileema are planning to go."
He scoffed. "And what does their business have to do with you? Focus entirely on your own path. Besides, who is even going to sponsor them to go there anyway?"
"Husna's father, of course," Kausar replied.
"Well, may Allah grant them a safe journey. As for you, stay back in your country and study diligently. Wherever a person is, if they dedicate their mind entirely to their studies, they will achieve excellence, do you hear me?"
Mom smiled proudly. "Exactly! Tell them, my son. Perhaps they will listen to you, because whenever we speak, they think we are just being unfair."
Dady smiled back. "You are completely right, Mom. What do those girls even know about the real world and how it actually operates?" They continued their warm conversation in perfect harmony and mutual understanding.
Three months after Dady’s return, Ikileema and Husna both became utterly obsessed with him, each secretly resolving that they must have him as a husband. Knowing his strict and no-nonsense personality, they chose not to approach him directly, but instead pressured their respective parents—though neither sister had any idea that the other was plotting the exact same thing.
Alhaji Ashiru approached Alhaji Salisu, expressing his deep desire to arrange a marriage between his daughter Husna and Abdul’aziz. Alhaji Salisu countered immediately, stating that his own ultimate ambition was to marry his daughter Ikileema to Dady. Alhaji Ashiru argued, "Look, brother, you’ll just have to yield this one to me. Let Ikileema marry someone else and leave Abdul’aziz for Husna, since I brought up the matter first." Salisu snapped, "Honestly, brother, that is completely impossible! The only viable solution is to marry both of them to him at the same time!" The fierce family dispute eventually escalated and reached the ears of their matriarch, Umma. She fiercely sided with the double arrangement, declaring that both girls must be married to him simultaneously.
The following day, they summoned Alhaji El-Mansur to Umma’s house and laid out their absolute ultimatum. El-Mansur responded calmly, stating that while he wouldn't personally oppose the match, they must consult Dady first to hear his perspective; whatever Dady decided would be final. At this, they instantly flew into a raging fury, aggressively attacking him with insults, screaming that just because he was wealthy, he was trying to encourage his son to disrespect them. They loudly declared that absolutely no consultation was needed; he should simply go and prepare for the wedding as the marriage would be solemnized the very next week.
Dad returned home thoroughly disheartened and upset, fully aware that this marriage was not built on genuine goodwill, but was fueled by sinister underlying motives. He shared the matter with Mom, who, being a woman of profound patience, comforted him gently. "It is no problem, Alhaji. May Allah bless the union with goodness." She continuously calmed his troubled mind. They eventually called Dady into their room, offered him profound fatherly counsel, and informed him of the forced arrangement. Being an exceptionally obedient and dutiful son, Dady simply replied, "It is entirely fine, Dad. If this is what you and Mom have accepted, I have absolutely no objections."
Dad beamed with pride. "May Allah bless you immensely, my son."
"Amen, Dad. Thank you," Dady replied.
Thus, the marriage was officially solemnized. Back at the family house, Dady’s heart was entirely against the union. The marriage rites for Ikileema were performed first, followed immediately by Husna's. That evening, the brides were officially escorted to his house. The wedding celebrations were completely dry and devoid of any joy, as Dady didn't even attend the wedding venue, nor did he invite a single soul to celebrate with him. Only his close friends like Safwan, Sadiq, and Jafar—who had traveled down from Yola and with whom he had studied in America—came to support him. They shared a profound bond of brotherhood.
As for the groom himself, he spent his entire wedding night at the hospital, completely focused on his medical duties.
As time passed, Dady stubbornly refused to initiate any contact or intimacy with his new brides for two whole weeks. Infuriated by his total neglect, the two women dressed up and marched straight to Dad’s house to lodge a formal complaint against him.
Dad apologized to them kindly. "Please return home. I will speak with him personally." They agreed and left.
Following their departure, Dad called Dady and instructed him to come directly to the family house the moment he closed from work.
"I will be there, Dad," Dady complied. The moment his shift ended, he drove straight to his parents' residence. He knelt down respectfully, greeting his parents with profound reverence. Looking around, he asked, "Mom, where are the twins?"
Mom smiled. "They are at school."
"May Allah bring them back safely," he prayed.
Dad looked at him solemnly. "My son, I always believed you to be a highly responsible and sensible man. Has that changed?"
Dady blinked in confusion. "Dad, what have I done?"
Dad adjusted his posture. "Your wives were just here. They informed me that since the day the marriage was solemnized, you have never stepped foot into their bedrooms, and they haven't even laid eyes on you. Dady, I know you were entirely against this marriage and only accepted it out of obedience to me. But for the sake of Allah, I implore you to fear your Lord and uphold the sacred laws of your Creator. Marriage is a form of worship to Allah. Right now, their rights rest heavily upon your shoulders, and it is mandatory upon you to fulfill them. Force your heart to be strong and maintain absolute justice between them. Set aside your lack of affection for them, and obey Allah; perhaps He will look upon your obedience with mercy and bless you with the woman your heart truly desires in the future, or perhaps He will transform their negative behaviors into righteous ones for your own benefit."
"Very well, Dad," Dady replied softly. "Thank you for the counsel. I will make a sincere effort, please forgive me." They talked deeply for a while longer before he took his leave and headed back to his house.

A House of Rules and Dark Discoveries

When he arrived home, his wives were seated in the living room. He pushed the door open, uttering a cold greeting. They both stood up immediately, welcoming him back. He answered them half-heartedly, his heart completely filled with resentment toward them. They both escorted him into his master bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed while he headed straight into the bathroom to take a shower. The bedroom was exceptionally pristine and organized, entirely devoid of clutter—containing only a large wardrobe, a grand bed, a dressing mirror, a massive solo portrait of himself, and another beautiful frame of himself, the twins, and his parents.
As they looked around the beautiful room, Dady emerged from the bathroom with a large towel wrapped around his waist and a smaller one draped over his neck, drying his hair. They both stared at him intensely with wide eyes 👀. He let out a quiet, irritated hiss, though they failed to notice it. He walked over to the mirror, applied his lotion, and changed into a set of casual home clothes. Walking back, he sat on the vanity chair and fixed them with a stern, joyless expression. "Who gave you the permission to leave this house today to the point of going to lodge a complaint against me to my father?"
Ikileema lowered her head. "Please forgive us. It will never happen again." Husna also offered a quick apology.
He curled his lip in disdain. "Very well. From this day forward, if any of you dares to step foot outside this house without my explicit permission—unless you are going to college—you will face the full wrath of my anger." He stood up, checking his wrist watch. "I am leaving for the mosque."
"May you return in peace," they answered. He exited without offering another word. The two women immediately locked eyes, whispering about how they had finally cracked his tough shell and forced him to acknowledge them. They burst into loud laughter, triumphantly clapping their hands together.
He did not return home until well after the Isha prayers. He walked directly into his bedroom and laid down to rest. Around 9:00 PM, Husna swayed into the room, dressed in a revealing nightgown, swaying her body provocatively in an attempt to seduce him. He didn't even grant her a second glance. Moments later, Ikileema also walked in, similarly dressed in a revealing nightdress. The two women locked eyes in utter shock and jealousy.
Ikileema snapped, "Husna, what on earth brings you into my husband's bedroom?"
Husna glared back at her with pure contempt. "Your husband? You better watch your mouth and rephrase that, little girl!"
"Husna, you know me very well! I am not a pushover, and you know exactly what I am capable of!" Ikileema threatened.
"Silence!" Dady roared at them, sitting up abruptly. "Shut up, both of you, and stop causing this ridiculous noise in my room!" They both pouted in defiance. Moving quickly, each woman slid onto the bed on either side of him, trapping him in the middle. Simultaneously, they reached out their hands to touch him.
He recoiled instantly, leaping out of bed as they sat up. He glared at them with utter disgust. "What exactly is the meaning of this? Do you honestly expect me to sleep between the two of you simultaneously as if we are living in a land of pagans? Get out of here and sort out your schedule before I lose my patience entirely. Otherwise, you will both end up with nothing, I swear!" With that, he stormed into his bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Husna rolled her eyes, throwing a vicious glare at Ikileema. "Useless, desperate man-chaser! You can stay here and sleep alone then!" She scrambled out of the bed and stormed out of the room, as Husna possessed a volatile pride and a short temper.
Dady performed his ablutions and stepped out of the bathroom. He looked coldly at Ikileema, who was practically bursting with silent rage over the insulting words Husna had hurled at her. "Get up and perform your ablutions," he commanded. Seeing the intense gravity and sternness on his face, she quickly complied, rushing to the bathroom. She then ran to her own room to retrieve a wrapper and a prayer hijab.
Together, they observed two units of voluntary prayer (Nafile), and he offered long supplications. Afterward, he began testing her with foundational questions regarding Islamic jurisprudence and religious duties, but she couldn't answer a single one, as neither of them had ever attended traditional Islamic schools. His heart burned with intense frustration, and he hissed loudly. 'By Allah, I have truly been shortchanged,' he thought bitterly to himself. 'How can a woman like this ever provide righteous upbringing and moral guidance to my future children?' He stood up, changed into his sleepwear, and applied a soothing sleep cologne before climbing into bed. Ikileema immediately crawled close to him, noting how he had intentionally squeezed himself to the very edge of the mattress to avoid her. To his absolute horror, she immediately began running her hands over his body. His resentment deepened immensely. In proper Hausa culture, a woman is naturally defined by profound modesty and bashfulness, particularly on her first night of intimacy. Yet, what choice did he have? She was legally his wife, and the profound advice his father had given him earlier that day echoed in his mind.
Forcing his heart to endure, he succumbed to her advances and gave her her marital rights. Afterward, a wave of profound ecstasy and satisfaction washed over Ikileema. Despite her extensive past encounters with various men, she had never experienced a true gentleman who possessed such incredible prowess and masterful romance as Dady. She felt an immense sense of fulfillment today, even though she noticed that Dady seemed somewhat rigid—leading her to assume that this was likely his very first time ever experiencing intimacy with a woman, given his slight lack of experienced technique. Yet, he had performed exceptionally well.
As for Dady, an overwhelming wave of misery and bitterness consumed his soul. Though he had never crossed the line of intimacy with any woman before, he was an expert gynecologist and possessed profound religious knowledge, particularly in Islamic jurisprudence (Fiqh), having studied the subjects extensively. He knew every single physical characteristic and diagnostic sign that distinguished a virgin from a woman who was sexually experienced.
He let out a hot, agonizing sigh. 'Oh Allah, You are my witness that I have never committed fornication in my entire life. Yet, You have tested me by binding me in marriage to a woman who is unchaste. Oh Allah, I seek Your pardon and Your boundless forgiveness through the patience I will force myself to maintain while living with her. Allah, You alone know the ultimate reason behind this destiny.' He stood up, walked into the bathroom, and thoroughly washed himself. By the time he emerged, she had fallen fast asleep. He cast a severe, disgusted glare at her sleeping form, let out a sharp hiss, and picked up a pillow. He walked over to the armchair in the corner of the room, laying down to sleep, his heart entirely consumed by a deep detestation for her.
The next morning, he awoke with a thoroughly ruined mood, a profound sense of revulsion toward both of them anchoring deeply in his soul. He was fully aware that Husna was cut from the exact same cloth as Ikileema, given that the two sisters were completely inseparable. After taking his shower and dressing up sharply in a crisp set of casual clothes, he summoned his two wives to the living room to formally lay down his absolute household decrees.
With an air of supreme authority, he addressed them: "I want to explicitly state the rules that will govern this house if you wish for us to live in peace.

• First: I will not tolerate a single shred of untidiness or filth.
• Second: I absolutely forbid aimless wandering or leaving this house without cause.
• Third: I will not tolerate shouting, fighting, or loud commotions.

• Fourth: I strictly forbid any gathering of your friends within the walls of my house. Furthermore, I do not eat meals prepared by domestic servants, and I do not permit any housemaids to step foot into my private bedroom under the guise of cleaning. These are just a few of my absolute rules. If you abide by them, you will save yourselves. If you choose to defy them, you will face the consequences."
  He stood up, gathered his smartphones and car keys, and walked out the door.
  Husna snapped to her feet the moment the door closed. "Keep your rules to yourself, you useless, arrogant introvert! Always wearing a scowl as if your mother just passed away."
  Ikileema simply stretched out lazily on the sofa, scoffing, "He can go hunt for a servant who will follow his ridiculous laws. Wallahi, they didn't marry us off to him just to turn us into his domestic maids, the aggressive fool."
  True to his predictions, Dady eventually discovered that Husna was entirely unchaste as well. Thus, their toxic routine continued. Ikileema and Husna fought constantly like wild dogs, engaging in violent fistfights up to three times a day, hurling vile insults at each other's parents as though they weren't part of the exact same family line.
  He completely ignored their existence, utterly loathing any form of unnecessary noise.
  One evening, hearing the living room door push open, he opened his clear, thick-lashed eyes and glanced toward the entrance.
  It was Husna. He let out a long, heavy sigh.
  "My one," she purred, "your food is served and waiting for you over there."
  He looked at her coldly. "Are the two of you finally finished with your daily brawl?"
  She contorted her face in a mock pout. "She was the one who started it. You know how completely disrespectful she is."
  He sat up on the bed. "That is your business. That is not what I asked you."
  She shrugged slightly. "Anyway, I came to tell you that your food is ready."
  "I am not hungry," he replied flatly. "And you are fully aware that I do not eat food prepared by the housemaids."
  Her eyes widened in sudden panic 😳😳. 'Oh no, please don't tell me this guy is going to refuse to eat this food!' she thought frantically. If he refused to eat it, she would be completely ruined. Her mother, Mamy, had strictly warned and threatened her to ensure that Dady ate this specific meal without fail, because Mamy had spent a small fortune to procure a powerful esoteric potion from a spiritualist, which had been meticulously cooked into the dishes 🍲🍛.
  "What on earth are you daydreaming about while I am speaking to you?" Dady's sharp voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
  She quickly composed her expression, forced a smile, and lied smoothly, "Oh, the maids didn't cook this meal at all! I personally prepared it with my own hands."
  In a sudden flash of anger, he snapped, "I just told you that I am completely full! Is it a crime to refuse food? Get out of my room immediately, I need to rest!" He turned his back to her and laid down.
  Hissing under her breath, she turned away. She made sure he didn't hear her hiss, fully aware that if he caught her disrespecting him, he would deal with her mercilessly. Despite their extreme arrogance outside, they could only act tough when he wasn't around; they both harbored a terrifying fear of Dady.
  The next day, they awoke to a heavy, pouring morning rain. The entire city was enveloped in a deep, biting chill. Inside his bedroom, Dady lay buried deep beneath his warm blankets...

  Key Information Discovered in the Text

• Dady’s Parents: His father is Alhaji El-Mansur Adam Sa'id Yola, and his mother is Hajia Bilkisu.
• The Forced Marriage: Dady (Abdul'aziz) was forced by his uncles and grandmother (Umma) to marry his two cousins, Ikileema and Husna, at the same time.
• The Dark Secret: Dady discovered through his medical and religious knowledge that both of his new wives are unchaste (not virgins) and have reckless pasts.
• The Plot: Husna and her mother (Mamy) are actively attempting to lace Dady's food with a costly spiritual potion/charm to manipulate him.
  What would you like to explore next in Mansur's family lineage or the unfolding drama between Dady, Ikileema, and Husna?