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She gave him a warning glare, signaling her zero tolerance for nonsense. Hajiya Yusuf shrugged as if to leave, but Widad called out, "Hold on," causing him to pause and turn back to look at her.

"Now, if I ask you whether you know where life resides, what answer will you give me?"

Masking his surprise at the question, he replied, "God the Creator is the only One who knows that answer."

She nodded and said, "Good, you can go."

Hajiya Halima panicked and blurted out, "Widad, have you lost your mind? How can you hand over an ATM card packed with money to a stranger you know nothing about? The Master himself pours his wealth in there! Don't you even care about the value of this wealth? It was gathered and handed down to you. What if he runs away and refuses to come back?"

"Your first words were the only things you got right about me, completely spot-on with no mistakes. I am out of my mind; I am crazy, just like you always say. As for the wealth, it belongs to my father. If I squander it, he won't say a word since I have a share in it too. Stop breaking your neck over money that doesn't belong to you! If your only thought is what you'll get after the owner dies, I will make sure I finish every last dime before either he dies or I do. That is the only way I will break the hearts of those hunting for this wealth. And mark my words: if anything happens to my wealth now, without a doubt, it will be because of you, because nobody else knows my ATM is in someone's hands except you and your family."

Widad stood up and walked out of the living room, leaving them staring at each other in shock.

"Mummy, why did Daddy attempt to have Widad kidnapped? I am so confused! Ever since that incident happened, she left the house and hasn't called me on the phone once."

Nurat's mother let out a heavy sigh and said, "Nurat, honestly, I don't know either. Aside from you telling me just now, I had no idea what he was plotting. Right now, if I speak up, he might take drastic action against me. You know how he is."

"But Mummy, my head is spinning. You saw how he threw a massive tantrum at me just because I let her be taken. And what's worse, someone threatened to kidnap me too if I didn't tell them where she is."

"Mhmm Nurat, keep your mouth shut and say nothing about this. Because the moment anyone else hears about this, we are finished in your father's house."

"Insha Allah, Mum, I won't tell a soul."

Ever since Yusuf walked away with that ATM card, Hajiya Halima had been consumed by anxiety because of the massive fortune crammed into the account. She kept trying to figure out how to track down Yusuf and have the ATM card forcefully retrieved.

She sent Ramla to call Isa the guard. Without wasting time, Ramla led a trembling Isa into the mistress's living room.

"What kind of blockhead are you? How are you still unable to track down this worthless poor man?"

"I swear, Your Ladyship, he doesn't even hang around us anymore. He's walking around with so much arrogance. Nowadays he handles everything on his own and stopped coming around our quarters. The most we do is exchange greetings."

Hajiya Halima sucked her teeth loudly in disgust and snapped, "Get out of my sight, you fool! Shut your mouth and get lost. I wasted my time relying on you. I'll just go look for someone else to do the job."

Isa stood up with a heavy heart and left the living room.

Mummy looked at Ramla and asked, "Ramla, what should we do now? What do you think is the right move?"

"Honestly Mummy, my brain is fried. I don't know what to do. That girl is definitely insane! Mummy, if this wealth slips away, what are we going to do?"

Hajiya Halima sighed and said, "I don't think that boy will run away with the ATM. Widad is clever; it's possible she set a trap for him. But since she trusts him like this, we have no choice—we have to pull him into our camp."

"That's right Mummy, he'll be useful to us if he's on our side. But the guy seems like he might be stubborn."

"If he refuses to do what we want, then we should exact power over him. You know what I mean."

Ramla nodded with a smile and said, "I'm proud of you, Momma."

He was lying on a massive king-sized bed in a luxurious, lavishly decorated room, stretching his legs out while holding his phone and looking at pictures. Seated on the edge of the bed beside him was a young man tapping away on a laptop.

Widad's pictures were displayed in various styles on the phone screen. He watched them with a smile, pausing on each one to zoom in and take a long look, rubbing his jawline with a soft smile. By all indications, he was thoroughly enjoying looking at her pictures. Softly, he muttered, "Can't wait to see you, darling."

The young man beside him turned to look at him and said, "You're getting on my nerves. You act like love was invented just for you! Every single day it's talk about this girl and looking at her pictures, yet I've never even seen you make a phone call to her."

Running a hand through his hair, the young man smiled and replied, "You just don't understand, Fahad. The girl is complex and full of depth. Even though she's a cousin, her personality is completely different. I keep wondering how she's going to accept my love when I finally reveal it to her."

"Why would you even think that?"

"Because she said she doesn't even believe in love itself."

Fahad burst into laughter and said, "I swear, Anwar, you are in deep trouble. Is she the only woman on earth? Go look for someone else! Even back when she was just a little kid, she was always full of pride."

Anwar said, "Hmm, truly, if you saw Widad now, you wouldn't tell me to give up on her. I love her intensely, and I can't wait to go back home. Honestly, as much as I'm eager to see her, it doesn't even compare to how much I want to see Amal and Ramla—though you're leaving two weeks before me."

Fahad replied, "You're definitely head over heels. I want to go back too and see Ramla, even though we chat and call regularly."

"That's why I'm constantly praying that God grants me Widad as a wife."

Fahad chuckled, "May God grant you someone who actually loves you back."

Hajiya Halima's peace of mind was completely gone. Anyone who dared take complaints about Widad to Alhaji Nasir would end up on his bad side. By the seventh day since Yusuf's departure, Hajiya Halima was restlessly pacing back and forth between her private wing and the main lounge, while Widad remained entirely unfazed, going about her leisure.

Yusuf greeted everyone as he walked into the lounge. Hajiya Halima had been sitting there all morning in distress, waiting anxiously for him.

What caught Yusuf off guard was how she softened her expression and returned his greeting with genuine respect today.

Just as he was about to speak, he caught the scent of Widad's perfume, signaling her entrance into the lounge. He turned and saw her dressed down in casual wear as usual, chewing gum with a dreamy, half-closed expression, taking slow, captivating steps until she reached the living room and sat down without a word.

Yusuf walked up to the chair she was on and knelt before her to speak, but she stopped him with a wave of her hand, gesturing for him to sit on the adjacent sofa.

He glanced up at Hajiya Halima before getting up to take a seat, then said, "Your Ladyship, here is the package."

He handed over the bag containing the phones, their receipts, and the ATM card. She reached out, took them, pulled out the sleek new phones, turned them over in her hands, and looked at Yusuf. "Can I have your phone?"

He stared at her in utter bewilderment.

"Are you deaf?" she asked, fixing her gaze squarely on him.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it over. It was an ordinary Android phone, not particularly expensive, but the wallpaper featured a picture of him and his mother. She studied the picture for a few seconds before opening the phone, removing his SIM cards and memory card, combining them into one of the new phones, and handing his old phone back to him.

She stated, "I want to see you tomorrow by 9 AM Insha Allah. You will get your salary alert today. You can leave."

"But Your Ladyship, this phone is way too high-end for me, and..."

Without even bothering to look at him again, she stood up and walked toward her private quarters.

Hajiya Halima's eyes remained fixed on Yusuf. Realizing he had nothing left to do there, Yusuf decided to head home, marveling at the luxury phone Widad had just gifted him.

He greeted Nura and the others before stepping out without mentioning the gifts Widad gave him. As he walked down the street before reaching the end of the block, a car pulled right in front of him, blocking his path. He stopped dead in his tracks to see who it was.

Ramla stepped out of the vehicle, giving him a disdainful look. Curling her lip, she said, "I know you're surprised to see me here, because a woman of my status shouldn't be wasting her breath on a low-class, pathetic beggar like you. But when the market of necessity opens, it blows like a hurricane with no barriers. I want to talk to you about something important—something that will benefit you. If you don't mind, step into the car so we can talk."

"A low-class, pathetic beggar in your eyes, but perhaps someone of high standing before God who isn't worthy of stepping into the car of an arrogant, boastful woman who props her chin on someone else's wealth. I don't need any beneficial thing coming from you, no matter how important it is. I seek my provision from God, so keep whatever it is, regardless of its value."

"Don't be hasty, or you'll end up biting your fingers in regret later, wishing you hadn't foolishly thrown away an opportunity that landed right at your feet out of sheer misplaced pride. A wretched, stubborn-hearted poor man like you—your heart is full of desires for opportunities that everyone else gropes for in the dark or wide daylight. Suddenly, you found one right out in the open, yet you shut the door and threw it away. Why did you do that?"

"Time is precious to me. I value it much more than you think. It would be better if you cut short this long, useless speech of yours and explain things clearly in brief, straightforward words, just like Mistress Widad does. That would be much easier for both of us and would save our time."

She shot him a dirty look and retorted, "Whether mistress or master, that's your cross to bear. I am different from her! Opportunity came knocking on your door, yet you threw it away. You're a young man—not ugly, not disabled. At your age and with the physique God gave you, you ought to be living flashily and taking pride in yourself. Instead, you ended up as a driver—a wretched driver, driving a little girl around while she steps all over your dignity and refuses to respect your age or the work you do for her. If you knew the massive sums of money sitting in that account, you would never have brought it back to this house. Neither you, your children, nor your grandchildren would ever taste poverty again! But in your bid to play the hero, you've ruined your own life."

Yusuf replied, "I'm still waiting for you to state your actual mission. I am sick of listening to your winding, tortoise-paced style of talking that goes back and forth because you clearly don't even believe in yourself."

"There's no lack of self-belief here; I simply want us to partner up to help each other. I want you to give me Widad's banking password. I promise you a massive reward if you do as I say. It will serve as compensation for that foolish display of throwing away a golden opportunity, and it will free you from working under that evil-minded girl."

Yusuf gave her a cold stare and said, "Despite being a poor, wretched man as you call me, Yusuf is too proud to accept blood money for the evil deed you want me to commit. You people pile up wealth through your sweat and then use it to threaten and boast. I have no regrets working under Widad. Whenever she loses her temper or acts difficult, it's always because someone wronged her in the first place—that's why everything she does impresses me. Working for her doesn't make me a nobody; it teaches me more about life. Therefore, you are the wretched one, setting your greedy eyes on what doesn't belong to you. I am a poor man with a contented soul; Widad's wealth could never erase my dignity."

"Is that so? Well, then, you'll see the consequences of defying my request. Since you've chosen to stick by that mad girl, that's how she'll end up—mad! And that 'death contract' she warned you about? You'll witness it firsthand, because your closeness to her is like closeness to your own grave. There are dangerous men hunting people like her, and because you've gotten too close to her, they will hunt and stalk you too. They will demand something from you, and the moment you fail to deliver, you'll see what follows. Mark my words, you'll remember I told you this, you foolish, luckless blockhead!"

"It's your lack of contentment that has you sitting in someone else's house plotting fraud, despite all the luxury and care you've been shown."

She wore a bitter smile. If Widad hadn't been belittling them in front of Yusuf, he would never have dared look her in the eye and speak to her like that. Lifting her head, she glared at him and said, "Say whatever you want for now, but be prepared for the challenges heading your way." She climbed into her car and sped off.

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Yusuf watched Ramla's car until it vanished from sight, then slowly set off walking, different thoughts swirling in his mind.

Instead of going straight home, he stopped to observe the Zuhr prayer and then headed to work. He went straight to Abbas's office and found him knee-deep in work. Seeing Yusuf, Abbas smiled, exchanged greetings, and asked, "How is my guy? Any latest updates?"

Yusuf frowned slightly and said, "I asked you to assist me with something and you refused. I had to do it myself, but anyway, thanks."

"What did I refuse to assist you with?" Abbas asked.

"About Nurat's father! I asked you to help me investigate him, but in the end, I did it myself."

Abbas slapped his forehead. "Sorry my man, work overwhelmed me and I completely forgot."

"Never mind, but I bring news."

Abbas gave him his full attention. "I'm listening. It's like you read my mind—Oga Suleiman brought you up yesterday."

Yusuf said, "Abbas, I strongly suspect Widad's stepmother has a hand in the attacks launched against them."

Abbas pushed his laptop aside, refocusing entirely. "How so? What did you find out?"

Yusuf recounted Hajiya Halima's suspicious activities and his encounter with Ramla.

Abbas nodded thoughtfully. "True colors are showing. By the way, Oga is currently away in Abuja on a case. But if this is true, what is the link between Alhaji Nasir's family and Nurat's father?"

Yusuf replied, "That's exactly what my next investigation is focusing on."

A phone started ringing. Both Abbas and Yusuf began checking themselves to see whose phone it was. Abbas said, "It sounds like it's coming from right on your body."

Only then did Yusuf remember he had been given a new phone. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the device and answered—it was a call from Umma.

After Yusuf finished the call, Abbas exclaimed, "Holy cow, my guy! Is that a top-tier phone? Hand it over let me see! When did you buy a phone like this? Since when did high-end phones ever matter to you?"

Yusuf handed him the phone. "Widad sent me to buy two expensive phones. When I brought them to her, she gave me this one."

Abbas whistled, turning the phone over in his hands. "You've hit the jackpot! But you should have just sold it and used the money for yourself."

"And if she asks me about the phone and I tell her I sold it, so she can have a reason to insult me further?"

Abbas laughed, "No, that's not what I meant. So her attitude is still as fierce as ever? Well, very soon Insha Allah, I'll pay your neighborhood a visit."

"If you do come, be careful. Don't you dare tell anyone the location of my place. These people are obsessed with knowing where I come from, and honestly, I don't trust anyone in that house either."

Abbas burst into laughter. "So she's already rubbed off on you!"

Right then, an alert chimed on the new phone in Abbas's hand. Abbas's eyes went wide. "Yusuf, money has just been sent to your phone!"

Yusuf frowned. "Who would send me money in the middle of the month like this?"

"I'm dead serious! Six hundred thousand naira."

Yusuf stood up abruptly. "To who? Who would send me money like that? There must have been an account number mix-up!"

Abbas paused. "Wait a minute... isn't this from your madam?"

Yusuf fell silent. "Well, she doesn't even have my account number! Except maybe I ask her tomorrow, God willing. But even if it's from her, it's certainly a mistake. Look, Abbas, I have to run, there's somewhere I need to be."

Yusuf was completely rattled. Wonder filled his mind, wondering if it could be Ramla trying to buy his loyalty for her wicked plans. But since they had just parted ways, how on earth would she have gotten his account number?

Ramla returned home in a furious rage. Upon arrival, she marched straight to her mother's room, where she found her talking with Amal.

"Mummy, we have a problem!"

"What problem?"

"Mummy, this guy is very rude! We have to exact power over him. How dare he look right into my eyes and tell me he won't do what I asked him to?" she finished, breathing heavily.

"Calm down and explain to me what happened between you two."

Ramla recounted everything. Amal chimed in, "If you had consulted me, I would have told you not to bother, because I know he wouldn't do it. He's a man of principles who stands firmly by the truth."

Furious, Ramla snapped, "A beg, shut up, Malama! Who is more stubborn than a useless poor man? He stood there, looked straight into my eyes, and insulted me! Because of what he did, I swear I will make life miserable for him in this town until he's as helpless as a squeezed lemon!"

Amal shot back, "As helpless as a squeezed lemon? And what about you?"

"Please both of you shut up and stop lecturing me here! We need solutions, not chatter. And Amal, I'm warning you—if you don't stay away from that boy, I'll deal with you more severely than you can imagine! I will never allow a low-class man to marry my sister, so watch your step. Your obsession with him is getting out of hand!"

Amal pouted and stormed out of the room.

Mummy addressed Ramla, "I think we should handle Amal delicately. She genuinely has feelings for this guy, but with some cleverness, she might be able to get what we want from him through him. Stop yelling at her about him, or she might rebel against us later."

"I won't let their relationship go too far, because that boy is a smooth-talking manipulator. Good manners and the sweetness of love might make Amal spill everything—you know how foolish she can be. But I'll let you know my next move."

Hisham was pacing back and forth inside a mid-sized office, repeatedly replaying what Oga had told him about poisoning Bala in prison. A man knocked and entered, saying, "Master Hisham, you called for me?"

Hisham let out a sigh. "Oga Bukar gave an assignment, and if we mess this up, he will destroy us."

"How so? Why does he treat murder like it's nothing just to achieve his goals? I swear I regret ever doing business with him."

"Calm down, Bashir. Let's just humor him and execute this assignment on the agreement that it's the last one. If he keeps harassing us, we'll set a trap for him ourselves."

Bashir hissed. "I'm listening. What are we supposed to do?"

"He wants Bala poisoned so he starts falling ill. Once he's taken to the hospital, he wants him finished off, because Bala threatened to expose them. They've kept him in prison for eight years and refused to release him."

"I swear, Hashim, those people have no conscience. They could easily do to us what they did to Bala. But let's just smoothly do what they want, collect our pay, and I'm quitting this job and running away."

Hisham nodded. "Agreed, but you have to stay focused."

Bashir nodded and walked out of the office.

Dressed in flowing traditional attire, Yusuf looked exceptionally sharp as he stepped into the lounge and greeted everyone. There was no reply because the room was empty. He walked straight toward Widad's wing, stood outside her door, and knocked.

He heard her soft voice reply, "Come in." He entered with a greeting. She was seated, sipping tea. He looked at her and said, "Good morning, Your Ladyship." She nodded without replying, continuing with what she was doing without uttering a single word.

He spent quite a while sitting there waiting for her, while she sipped her tea as though it were medicine.

Yusuf adjusted his seat and said, "Your Ladyship, yesterday I noticed a massive amount of money was sent to my account. I wasn't sure if it came from you, so I thought I'd ask."

"Were you expecting money from someone else?" she asked, setting her cup down.

"No, I wasn't," he replied.

"Anyway, that's your salary for the past three months that I hadn't paid you."

Yusuf's eyes went wide. "But it's way too much! What am I supposed to do with..."

Summary

Widad tests Yusuf's loyalty by entrusting him with her ATM card, which infuriates Hajiya Halima and Ramla, who unsuccessfully try to pressure and bribe Yusuf into stealing her banking credentials. Meanwhile, Yusuf remains steadfast and fiercely loyal to Widad, who surprises him with new gadgets and a massive backpay deposit, while a separate conspiracy brews involving prison poisonings and hidden family ties.

Description

This narrative chapter of Aƙida Ta delves deeper into corporate and domestic intrigue, contrasting Widad’s unorthodox, uncompromising methods with the greedy schemes of Hajiya Halima and Ramla. It highlights themes of integrity versus exploitation through the steadfast character of Yusuf, who refuses to compromise his morals for wealth, alongside subplots involving mysterious family connections and criminal plots.

Analytics

• Character Dynamics: Widad's calculated tests establish authority over her staff, while Ramla and Hajiya Halima's desperation exposes their vulnerability and greed. Yusuf serves as the moral compass of the household.
• Plot Progression: Escalation of the conflict surrounding Widad's wealth, the failed attempts to corrupt Yusuf, and the introduction of parallel criminal elements (the prison poisoning plot involving Hisham and Bashir).
• Thematic Elements: Loyalty, class disparity, moral integrity, deception, and emotional resilience.

Comments

• Yusuf's unwavering loyalty in the face of both intimidation and financial temptation makes him a compelling protagonist.
• Widad’s unconventional leadership style continues to keep both her enemies and the readers guessing about her ultimate game plan.
• The pacing effectively balances high-stakes domestic drama with broader criminal subplots.

Conclusions

Integrity ultimately shields individuals from exploitation, whereas greed breeds desperation and failure. Yusuf’s refusal to betray Widad solidifies his trustworthiness, cementing a powerful alliance built on mutual respect rather than monetary manipulation.

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Extended Story Summary

The chapter unfolds across tense domestic and external confrontations. Widad challenges Yusuf’s loyalty by testing him with her ATM card, sparking panic and rage from Hajiya Halima and Ramla. While Hajiya Halima schemes to manipulate Yusuf, Ramla aggressively confronts him outside, attempting to bribe and threaten him into stealing Widad's banking password. Yusuf firmly rejects her advances, prioritizing his integrity and respect for Widad over ill-gotten wealth. Back at the mansion, Widad rewards Yusuf’s unwavering steadfastness with a high-end smartphone and three months of backpay, leaving him both bewildered and deeply appreciative. Meanwhile, secondary subplots reveal Anwar's deep infatuation with Widad from afar, alongside a dark criminal conspiracy involving Hisham and Bashir executing an illicit poisoning plot ordered by Oga Bukar within the prison system.

Detailed Story Description

Set against the backdrop of deep-seated familial animosity and hidden wealth, the narrative highlights the psychological warfare waged by Hajiya Halima's household against Widad. Widad's erratic yet calculated demeanor acts as a protective shield and a weapon against those plotting her downfall. Yusuf's steadfast refusal to compromise his character when tempted by Ramla underscores the central moral conflict of the story: the clash between opportunistic greed and principled loyalty. The chapter also weaves in contrasting romantic elements through Anwar's longing for Widad, and introduces high-stakes danger through the illicit prison plot, expanding the scope of the novel beyond domestic drama into thriller territory.

Comprehensive Narrative Analytics

• Character Arcs: Yusuf solidifies his role as an incorruptible protagonist whose moral grounding earns him genuine respect. Ramla's desperation exposes her reactive, short-sighted nature, while Widad maintains an aura of calculated unpredictability.
• Conflict Escalation: The tension shifts from passive distrust to active confrontation, marked by Ramla's direct threat against Yusuf and the looming danger of external conspirators targeting Widad's estate.
• Symbolism: The ATM card and the luxury smartphone serve as motifs of temptation, trust, and test of character, contrasting material wealth with human integrity.
• Atmospheric Tone: The narrative maintains a pervasive atmosphere of suspense, psychological tension, and guarded interactions, balanced by moments of quiet loyalty and romance.

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