Author : Asmeetah writer Category : African Stories & Novels
numfashi mai nauyi, ya ce a hankali:
“Allah ya kare yarinyar nan daga sharri.. Son zuciya sai ya lalata ku saboda rashin hankalinku....”
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Bayan sati biyu, Amal ta samu sauƙi daga ciwon jikinta, amma ba ta samu sauƙin zuciya ba.
Da safen nan tana zaune a dinning area tare da Inna suna breakfast cikin natsuwa.
Sai ga wayarta ta fara ringing.
Ƙiran da ya bayyana a fuskar wayar ya sa jinin jikinta ya tsaya cak.
“Maleekh…” ta furta a hankali da idanu a zazzare.
Inna ta kalleta, ta ɗan ɗaga gira tace:
“Meya faru ne, Amal? Waye ke kiranki haka duk hankalinki ya tashi?”
Amal ta kalli Inna da fargaba, muryarta na rawa:
“Maleekh ne Inna… wayarsa ce!”
Inna ta ɗan ɗaure fuska:
“To uban me zai miki? Kina jin tsoro saboda yau ya ƙira ki?”
Amal ta ɗan girgiza kai, muryarta a sarke:
“Ban sani ba Inna… amma kamar zuciyata na sanar min akwai wani abu…”
Ta kasa ɗauka har wayar ta katse.
Bai jima ba sai ta sake ringing karo na biyu.
Ta ɗan matsa kusa da Inna, ta ce a tsorace:
“Wallahi bana son ɗauka, Inna. Yanzu da yake ƙirana, ji nake kamar yana ƙirana zuwa mutuwata ne…”
Inna ta miƙe ta ɗauki jug ɗin shayi tana zubawa a ƙaramin cup domin ƙarawa, ta furta,
“To ki ɗaga ki ji mai zai ce. Ba kowa ke ƙiran mutum sai da dalili.”
Amal ta lumshe idanu, ta ja numfashi mai nauyi sannan ta ɗaga wayar.
Muryarsa ta fito daga can ƙasa, mai cike da iko:
“Ina nemanki a office ɗina… yanzu.”
Sai wayar ta yanke.
Amal ta kalli Inna cike da mamaki:
“Inna wai yana so naje campanynsa.”
Inna ta ɗan ɗaga kai:
“To ki je. Ki natsu, kar ki ji komai. Ki je ki fuskance shi kamar yadda kika saba.”
Bayan breakfast, Amal ta shirya cikin kayan office masu sauƙi.
Tana fita daga gida ta tare napep, saboda yanzu ba ta da mota a hannunta.
Tafiyar ta ɗauki awa biyu kafin ta isa CashTalk.
Bayan ta shiga, ma’aikata suka fara tarar ta da murmushi da girmamawa:
“Good morning ma’am!”
“Welcome back ma’am!”
Ta mayar musu da sallama cikin ladabi, tana murmushin dole...
Ta shiga reception, sannan ta shige elevator ya kai ta bene na takwas.
A hankali ta nufi ƙofar office ɗin CEO Maleekh..
Tayi knocking sau biyu, daga ciki aka ce:
“Come in.”
Ta buɗe ta shiga.
Ta gan shi zaune a kujerarsa, fuskarsa a ɗaure yana aikin danna computer, ba tare da ya kalleta ba.
Ta tsaya a bakin ƙofa, ta ce cikin ladabi:
“Gani…”
Shiru.
Ya cigaba da duba system ɗin kamar ba wanda ya shigo.
Mintuna goma cif tana tsaye, jikinta har ya fara rawa domin har yanzu jinyar bai gama sakinta ba.
Sai daga bisani ya furta cikin izza:
“Baki iya gaisuwa bane?”
Amal ta ɗan lumshe ido, ta ce a hankali:
“Ina kwana…”
Ya ɗan ɗaga kai, yana murmushin gefen baki:
“A wannan company kin taɓa jin ana gaisuwa da Hausa?…”
Ta ɗan ja numfashi:
“Good morning, sir.”
Ya amsa da gajeriyar kalma:
“Fine.”
Sai ya ɗaga kai daga system ɗin, yana kallonta kai tsaye:
“A matsayinki na assistant CEO, me ya hanaki zuwa wurin aiki tsawon sati biyu bayan dawowarki daga yawon shalholiyarki?”
Amal ta haɗiye yawu cikin rawar murya:
“Banda lafiya ne, sir…”
Ya ɗan lanƙwasa wuya:
“Awa kika sanar?…”
Ta ɗan sunkuyar da kai:
“Sorry, sir…”
Ya yi dariyar raini, yana murmushin mugunta:
“Ba haka kawai ba, Amal. Akwai abubuwan da nake son sanar miki. Ba sirri bane, kuma ba ɓoye miki nake ba, domin ba tsoronki nake ji ba.”
Ta ɗan ɗago kai cikin ƙarfin hali:
“Ina sauraronka.”
Ya miƙe daga kujerarsa, yana tafe a hankali har ya tsaya kusa da taga, yana kallon waje.
“Oh, sorry ban baki izinin zama ba ko? Amma ba buƙatar haka.”
Sai ya juyo da idanu masu kaifi yana mata wani irin kallo sannan ya ce:
“Kin ma san waye Maleekh Cash Bank kuwa?”
Amal ta ɗan motsa baki:
“Na san shi tun kafin na kawo wannan matsayin. Hasali ma saboda shi na zo Abuja.”
Ya gyara murya:
“Good! Fatan baki manta irin ɗabi’unsa tun farkon haɗuwarki da shi a Kaduna?”
Amal ta ce cikin mamaki:
“Me ya kawo wannan maganar?”
Ya ɗan murmusa, yana matsowa kusa da ita kadan:
“Ina so ki tariyo baya. Lokacin da kike ƙazamar yar jarida a ƙaramar gidan rediyo Rayuwa FM Kaduna… kina sanye da kodadden kaya, kina ta surutai, kina cika mutane da maganganun banza.”
Sai ya juyo da ƙarfi yana kallonta kai tsaye:
“Kin manta irin kalaman ki a rediyo? Ke ce kike cewa Maleekh Cash Bank mai girman kai ne, mai lalata zuciya, mai sayar da zuciyar talakawa and so so so so!”
Amal ta tsaya cak. Hankalinta ya soma rikicewa.
“Me ya kawo wannan yanzu?”
Ya cigaba da magana kamar wanda yake karanta rubutu daga zuciya:
“A lokacin kin zubar mun da mutunci. A gaban mutane kika raina ni, kika ba ni suna mai tozarci. Amma na shiga zuciyarki domin baki soyayyata… na nuna miki, amma kika mayarni mahaukaci, kika sa mutane suna mun dariya. Har kina da bakin cewa ‘idan da gaske yake sona, ya fito ya furta soyayya a gaban duniya' shin ba haka kika sanar wa ƙanwata Aisha ba?.."
Ya ɗan murmusa sannan ya cigaba da faɗin.
“Na fito, Amal. Na furta soyayyata a gaban duniya. Amma me kika rama mun? Mari! A gaban dubban mutane, cin mutunci da tozarci kala-kala…
Na yi siyayya na aika gidanku amma haka kika rabar da kayan wa mutanen unguwa sannan kika riƙe kwalar rigata kika fitar dani daga gidanku, kika yi mun korar kare a gaban ƙazaman mutanen unguwar, da girma na da mutunci na da daraja ta..."
Ya juya ya kunna computer ɗinsa, ya janyo fayil, sai ga video clip ɗin lokacin da Amal ta mare shi a Kaduna.
A cikin video ɗin, muryarta tana faɗin:
“Join yourself, Maleekh! Bana sonka kuma ba zan taɓa sonka ba!”
Ya juyo ya nuna mata screen ɗin.
“Kin san irin zuciyar da Maleekh yake da ita kuwa?”
Amal ta kasa magana, ta jingina da bango, numfashinta na sarkewa...
“Ni ba na barin mutum har sai na ɗau fansa. Rana dubu ta ɓarawo, rana ɗaya ta mai kaya. Na ce sai na rama abinda kika mun… sai na sa zuciyarki ta ƙone kamar toka...”
Ya ɗan yi shiru, sannan ya furta da murya mai zurfi:
“Na rantse sai na yi wasan ball da rayuwarki, Amal. Sai kinyi kukan da baki taɓa yi a rayuwarki ba…”
Amal ta kalle shi cikin tsoro, tana rawar murya:
“Me kake nufi da haka, Maleekh? Me kake shiryawa?”
Ya yi wani irin dariya mai cike da ciwo, yana tafiya kusa da ita:
“Kin tuna kalmar da kike ta faɗa a baya? Tafiya ɗaya ake da yaro mai ji da kansa…”
Amal ta ɗan ja da baya.
Ya ɗan ƙarasa yana furta cikin nutsuwa:
“Broken heart shine maganinki, Amal.”
Ta ce cikin zabura:
“Me kake nufi?”
Sai ya rufe computer sa, yana murmushin mugunta:
“Hotunan ki da Zayd… duk ni na ƙirƙire su.”
Amal ta tsaya cak, idonta ya faɗa, jikinta ya yi sanyi kamar an jefa ta cikin ruwan sanyi.
Maleekh ya ɗan tafa hannayensa a hankali yana murmushin mugunta kafin ya ce,
“Duk hotunan da kika gani… waɗanda suka zubar miki da mutunci, suka karya girmanki a idon iyalai, ni ne na tsara su. Dan ma nayi miki da sauƙi da ban bayyana a duniya gaba ɗaya ba, but nasan darajar mace bazan yi haka ba..”
Amal ta kalle shi da idanu masu cike da ƙuna, kamar mai son tabbatar da abin da kunnuwanta suka ji.
Ya matsa kusa da ita, ya furta da ƙasaita,
“Ni na sa Zayd ya tura min hotonku lokacin da nayi masa bayani kan irin wulakancin da kika yi min. Lokacin da kika tarar da shi a ɗakinki, har ya kwantar da ke a gado, ni ne na shirya komai. A lokacin kuma, na shigo na tarar da ku… domin na gani da idona da abinda zuciyata ke nema.”
Numfashinsa ya ƙara nauyi, idonsa ya yi duhu kamar wanda yake daɗa jin daɗin azabtar da ita.
“Hoton da kika gani kina bacci? Ni na aika Zayd ya shiga ɗakinki ya kwanta kusa da ke. Aka ɗauka....
Sannan lokacin da kika fito da sleepy dress ɗinki, kina duba wanda ya shigo muku gida, ni na sa shi ya zagaye ki daga baya, ya rungume ki. Aka ɗauki hoto. Komai tsarona ne, Amal. Fansata ce...”
Amal ta ɗago a ruɗe, jiki na rawa. Idonta na neman fita daga socket...
Duk yana cikin ɗaukar fansa ta...
Sannan na nuna miki soyayya ne saboda ki shiga jikina har na yi broken dinki.
Na amince da aurenki sannan a ranar walimar bikin kafin washegarin aurenki dani nasa aka sace ki..."
A wannan lokacin Amal ta dago a zabure tana kallonsa a ruɗe..
Ya ce "Yess! Aikin gama ya gama tinda na gama aikin dana tsara kuma ya tafi yanda nake buƙata...
A lokacin da na sa a sace ki na kasance a wurin... kuma duk lokacin da zanje ana rufe miki fuska sannan idan zan tafi na sumbace ki yanda zan bar miki signing amma kin kasa fahimta, hakan yasa na ƙira ki yau domin na fitar ki daga duhun da kike ciki..."
Hawaye suka fara gangaro mata. Muryarta na rawa ta tambaye shi cikin rauni:
“Kenan duk soyayyar da kake nuna min… duk na ƙarya ne?…”
Ya yi murmushin gefen baki.
“Of course…”
Kalmar ta bugi kunnenta kamar wuƙa. Ta girgiza kai a hankali, hawayenta na zuba kamar ruwan sama.
“Amma ka cuce ni, Maleekh… ka cuce ni sosai.”
Ya ɗan yi shiru, sannan ya furta cikin sanyin murya kamar kankara:
“Haka nake son ji.”
Cikin zafin rai ta ɗago hannu zata mare shi, cikin sauri ya cafke hannunta da ƙarfi.
“Kin taɓa yin wannan a baya amma yanzu, hannunki ba zai ƙara taɓa fuskata ba. Idan kika yi kuskuren haka, a take zan yanke miki hannu...”
Ya tura ta baya.
Amal ta yi saurin bugan kirjinsa tana kuka, tana furta cikin ƙunci da hawaye:
“I love you, Maleekh! I love you! I love you!…”
Tana dukan kirjinsa tana kuka tare da furta "I love you , I love you, I love you.."
Kamar mahaukaciya take dukan kirjinsa da hannaye biyu, muryarta ta karye wa, zuciyarta na ƙuna.
Cikin fushi ya riƙe hannuwanta, yana kallonta cikin tsantsar tsana.
“I hate you, Amal.”
Ya hankad’a ta da ƙarfi ta faɗi ƙasa.
Shiru ya biyo baya, a lokacin kukan da ke fita daga bakinta ya koma dariya..
A hankali ta fara dariya… dariyar da ke cike da zafi da hauka.
“Hahahaha! Hahahaha!! Hahahaha!!! Hahaha!!!!”
Tana nuna shi da yatsa tana dariya, ta miƙe tare da juyawa ta fita daga office ɗin tana dariyar hauka.
Maleekh ya tsaya yana kallonta, zuciyarsa na bugawa, amma fuskarsa na nuna babu ɗan tausayin da ya rage...
Har ta sauƙa ƙasa, tana wannan dariyar, ta wuce reception. Ma’aikata suka tsaya kallonta da mamaki.
Duk da ganin yanayinta, ta wuce tana dariya..
Haka ta fita daga campany tana wannan dariyar, mutanen titin suka tsaya kallonta kowa yana nuna ta yana faɗin,
“Wayyo Allah, me ya samu Amal?…”
Haka ta riƙa tafiya tana dariya cikin hawaye, kamar mace da ta rasa komai a duniya.
Amal tana tafiya a titi tana dariya kamar wacce ta tsinci kanta a tsakanin dariya da kuka. Tayi tafiya mai nisa daga campanyn, kafafunta sun gaji, sun rasa inda zasu nufa.
Haka take tafiya tana ta dariya, tana ta waige-waige cikin duhun rana.
Cikin gari ta hangi wani ƙaramin restaurant a gefen titi, tsohon wurin cin abinci ne, cike da wasu samari masu shaye-shaye, wasu suna dariya, wasu suna ta tafka magana da ba kowa ke fahimta ba.
A hankali ta ƙarasa wurin, ta zauna a kan wani kujerar roba mai datti, ta kifa kanta a kan table.
Dariya ta tsaya ta koma kuka.
Kuka take sosai, da ƙarfi, kamar ranta zai fita...
Wani daga cikin masu shaye-shaye, wanda idonsa ya cika da ja saboda maye, ya matsa kusa da ita yana buga bayanta a hankali.
“Yar uwa, ya kika tsinci kanki a cikin damuwa haka? Ki sha wannan kwayar, duk damuwarki zata tafi,”
ya furta yana mika mata wasu ƙwayoyi guda uku da ruwa a kwalba.
Amal ta ɗago kai, tana kallonsa da idanu marasa hangen komai.
Bata yi tunani ba ta karɓi ƙwayoyin, ta zuba su gaba ɗaya a baki, ta kora su da ruwa.
Sai ta ja numfashi, ta jingina, idanunta suka fara lumshewa a hankali.
Wanda ya bata ƙwayar ya tafi yana dariyar maye, yana surutan da babu wanda ke fahimta.
Can bayan ƴan mintuna, Amal ta tashi da ƙyar.
Ta fara tafiya a hankali, tana rikicewa, tana tangal-tangal.
A lokacin maganin ya fara aiki. Jikinta ya fara rawa, idanunta suka ɗauki duhu, zuciyarta tana bugu da gudu kamar ana rera mata waƙa a ciki.
Ta shiga tsakiyar titi tana tafiya ba tare da sani ba. Motoci suna yin horn ɗin tsoro, napep suna tsayawa cikin firgici.
Ta fara bugu da jikin mota, wani lokaci ta ƙetare titi, wani lokaci ta dawowa da baya...
Wurin ya zama hayaniya, kowa na kallonta, wasu suna maganar cewa "yaushe ta fara shaye-shaye kuma?..", wasu na cewa,
“Wayyo Allah, mace ce fa! Ku taimaka mata mana!”
A dai-dai lokacin motar Maleekh ta iso daga nesa.
Shi kansa sai da ya taka burki da sauri saboda tana gab da shiga gaban motarsa.
Ya hango ta da kyau, amma zuciyarsa ta ƙi yarda ya taimake ta...
A hankali ya furta
“Ba zan iya kasancewa da ita ba…”
Sannan ya ja motarsa ya wuce cikin sauri, bai tsaya ba..
Amal kuwa ta ci gaba da tafiya a tsakiyar kwalta, tana murmushi tana faɗin,
“I love you, Maleekh… I love you…”
idanunta na cike da hawayen maye da ciwon rai.
A wannan lokacin ne wata mota ta tsaya a gefe.
Farha, wacce ta fito daga supermarket tana ɗauke da leda, ta tsaya cak da ganin Amal.
Da gudu ta ƙarasa, tana ɗaga hannu tana tsayar da motocin da ke kusa da Amal.
“Please! Please ku tsaya! Ku tsaya mana!!”
tana magana cikin tsoro.
Ta shiga tsakiyar titi da gudu, ta kama Amal tare da jan yo ta gefe da ƙarfi.
Ta rungume ta tana faɗin,
“Subhanallah! Amal! Me ya same ki haka? Subhanallah! Ki dubeki mana! Me kike yi a tsakiyar titi haka?!”
Amal ta ɗago kai a hankali, idanunta a rufe, numfashinta ya rikice.
“I love you Maleekh … yana sona… yana ƙi na…”
Ta furta cikin rikicewa kafin jikinta ya sake a hannun Farha...
Farha ta girgiza kai cikin tashin hankali.
Ta riƙe Amal sosai sannan ta buɗe murfin motarta, ta saka Amal a ciki.
Ta zagaya cikin hanzari ta shiga, ta tada motar.
Kai tsaye gidansu Amal ta nufa, zuciyarta na bugawa, hannayenta na rawa a kan sitiyari.
“Allah ka kiyaye… Amal, ki buɗe idonki dan Allah… ban ga dalilin da zai sa ki fara shaye-shaye ba, muma da muke sha addu’a nake Allah ya yaye mun…”
Ta faɗi cikin murya mai rauni, tana hawaye har zuwa ƙofar gidan Amal...
A ƙofar gidan suka tarar da Abbah ya fito zai shiga motarsa, tare da Inna da wani mutumi, Mutumin ya kawo musu gulmar cewa 'Ga can Amal tayi shaye-shaye tana ta tangad'i a tsakiyar titi...
Motar Farha ta parker. Ta fito da sauri sannan ta buɗe back seat ta ciro Amal da har yanzu tana ta surutai..
Abbah da Inna ganin an fito da Amal ne yasa suka nufi wurin da sauri.
Abbah ya riƙe ta yana faɗin
"Me ya faru da ita haka?.."
Farha ta ce, "Wallahi Abbah nima na fito a supermarket na zanyi gida na hango ta a tsakiyar titi tana maye..."
Amal kuwa ba abin da take faɗi sai "I love u Maleekh. I love u Maleekh..."
Inna ta ce, "Yanzu wancan mutumin yazo yana sanar mana.."
Abbah ya ɗaga ta suka shige gida.
Kafin Farha ta shiga sai da ta tsaya yiwa mutumin da ya zo magana.
"Ka iya kawo tsegumi amma baka iya taimaka mata ba a lokacin, na naushe ka munafiki..."
Mutumin ya wuce yana faɗin.
"Na fi ki dabanci alkur'an.."
Ya kama hanya ya tafi, itama ta shige tana zaginsa. Ga security a tsaye wanda Abbah ya ajiye su domin tsare gidan, duk suna riƙe da bindigu da bakaken suit...
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Abbah ne ya shigo ɗakin Amal ya kwantar da ita, sai ga Inna da Farha sun biyo bayansa, hankalin kowa yana kan Amal wacce take ta sambatu...
Kallon Amal kawai yake, yana jin kalmar “Maleekh” na fitowa daga bakinta...
Bacci ne ya ɗauke ta na ɗan mintuna daga bisani cikin bacci, ta fara faɗin
“Maleekh… meyasa ka min haka?... ka sani ina sonka... dan Allah ka janye fansar nan… muyi aure, muyi zaman lafiya…”
Tayi shiru na ɗan lokaci, sai kuma ta ja numfashi da ƙarfi tana ci gaba da sambatu.
“Maleekh ya ɗauki fansar abubuwan da na masa a Kaduna… ya sa Zayd ya yi hoto dani ta hanyar da bata dace ba… shine yasa aka sace ni… ya rushe aurenmu… rayuwata bata da amfani, kuma ina son sa fa…”
Ta juya gefe, ta ɗaura hannunta a kan ƙirji kamar mai jin ciwon da ya daɗe yana taruwa a zuciya.
Abbah ya
