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"Kanwata, calm down, do you hear me? Even now, that is who I am calling. But sweet up, I hope you haven't forgotten what I told you, right?"

She flashed a smile that exposed her canine tooth. "Oga, am I really your younger sister? Oh dear, to think I actually have a brother I never knew about! But by God, I am starving, and this one—is he biting or weaving? By God, he hasn't even given me water, let alone food! Uhmm, but let the food have meat inside so I can tell the difference from Ruga. You know I am FROM RUGA, so please give me something delicious."

Oga, growing annoyed by her chatter, gestured to Cizo, who bowed slightly before saying, "Done, Oga," and walking out of the room.

He was pacing back and forth in the middle of the parlor, his mind completely unsettled ever since Dagori was declared missing. He knew his peace of mind would not return until she was found—only then would his soul find relief.

"Kamal, is everything okay?" Mami asked as she and Abbi walked down the stairs, reading the tension on his face.

Slowly, he raised his red, bloodshot eyes. "Good afternoon, Mami."

"Kamal, afternoon? It is barely 11:30 AM right now."

"Look, that is enough! Kamal, did you actually manage to sleep at all last night?" Abbi asked, feeling pity for Kamal because he knew Kamal had nothing to do with Mai Babban Suna’s disappearance. Even if he had received information from Asad, what did Asad even have to do with these people hunting him down?

Kamal's voice cut through his thoughts.

"Abbi, Mami, I cannot sleep or find any peace of mind as long as Beauty hasn't appeared. Oh dear God, what condition is she in right now? Did she manage to eat? It is all my fault! If I hadn't left her there, none of this would have happened. I'm sure she was targeted because of me! Oh, I am the root cause of everything, why?! Abbi, you should have just left me with the police; perhaps if I suffer, it will bring me back to my senses."

He was completely frantic, speaking without even realizing what he was saying.

Ashraf, who had just walked in, gently placed a hand on his shoulder and patted it soothingly. "Relax, my brother, okay?"

"Kamal, I want you to calm down. None of this will bring her back. Let's keep praying and let the authorities do their job," Abbi said as he sat down on the chair.

"But Abbin Yara, don't you think it's appropriate to inform the police of what's happening? At least to clear Kamal of these accusations against him," Mami said, overwhelmed by pity for Kamal's state since yesterday.

"Mami, what are you talking about? A police report was already filed yesterday!"

"Ashraf, early this morning around dawn, Asad tried to call us but couldn't get through, so he called Maamah, and that's when we spoke with him..." She recounted everything they discussed and added, "That's why I think the police should be told, if only to get them off Kamal's back."

"No, Mami, just leave it for now since we don't know why Ya Asad said no one should be told. Doing otherwise could trigger something unpredictable, especially since he said her life is in danger," Kamal said anxiously.

Ashraf opened his mouth to speak when the door was forcefully banged open! Both of them instantly turned their eyes toward the door.

She closed her eyes as she tasted the well-cooked peppered tripe (kayan ciki). "Oh people, my sweet city! If it's not the city, where else would you say you are hungry and have this massive delicacy brought to you as food? Oh people, where is this life heading? Truly, city women, you have cheated village folk! Right now you are eating this supreme deliciousness while leaving the village man over there struggling with fura, tuwo, and miyar kuka, without even a drop of good palm oil! By God, any bastard who tells me to go back to Ruga will wish he chose music and studies over madness! Are we crazy to abandon this daily luxury and return to Ruga? Turns out it really was a mad dog that bit me!"

Dagori said this while eating, and from the sound of it, she was relishing the food out of sheer luxury (santi). Oga, having grown completely tired of her chatter, cleared his throat.

Like statues, they burst into a short halt, fixing their eyes on the doorway to see who was entering. Everyone was rendered speechless until Kamal summoned the courage to utter his question.

"Ya... Asad... is it... you?" he asked timidly, pointing at him with a finger.

Slowly and calmly, Asad walked until he reached right beside them. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, pulled out his phones, and turned them on before they could even finish processing it. Mami spoke up:

"Asad, were you already on your way when we were talking earlier?"

"No, Mami. What's the current situation with the case?"

"It has been reported to the police and they are investigating, but hearing things from your end left me confused. We wanted to hear from you, but your phone was unreachable."

He was silent for two full minutes before speaking. "I finished my investigation and found out where the problem is coming from because they called me through this channel, and I traced who they are. But truly, that young girl is in trouble—the people who took her don't know the meaning of mercy, and I heard she's just a young girl." He paused and bit his lip.

"So who are these people? And what is your connection to them that they are hunting down your family?" Abbi asked, stepping closer and sitting him down as he noticed Asad's demeanor shifting from his usual self.

"What is all this discussion about?" Innaya asked as she walked out, trying to get some rest after the sleepless night they had all endured.

"Keep quiet for me; I'm going to call this Asad since I sent him a message and got no reply. I'm going to hand the phone to you, and you better repeat everything I tell you to say if you want me to send you back home," Oga said.

She answered him casually while continuing to eat her food. He began dialing the number, but it was still switched off.

"If he picks up, give it to me. I am the exact match for his nonsense!"

He gave her a massive glare, but it was completely useless—like fat on an ear or leanness on a bone—since she didn't even notice.

Asad lowered his head, feeling a pounding headache. He checked his phone and saw a message he hadn't noticed until now. He quickly opened it, jumped up, and said, "What am I doing?!"

He started dialing the number, completely forgetting that it wasn't a Nigerian line, until he realized it wasn't going through. He snatched the phone from Ashraf's hand and punched in the number from the notification.

"Is everything okay, Asad? What's happening?" But ignoring Abbi's question, Asad kept calling until it rang nearly to the end, and someone picked up.

On the other end, when it was answered, Oga remained silent for a moment. Asad also stayed quiet, knowing from experience that if he didn't speak first, Oga wouldn't either. Asad cleared his throat and said:

"I know that by now you've seen my message and what I require. So if you want her back alive, unharmed, do what we want immediately. If you get any other result, hmmm, then the afterlife will have a new guest."

Asad sat back down, closed his eyes, and flashed a brilliant smile that was worse than crying. Oga continued speaking:

"But let me let you hear from her," he said, putting the phone on speaker and gesturing for her to talk.

Dagori, licking her hand, shouted, "Hey, you arrogant snob! Stop and listen—since you had me kidnapped, what wrong did I ever do to you, you heartless jerk? I already heard your entire ugly history inside and out! So listen to me, I, Dagori, am a match for your era, and I am your cure! If it weren't for Oga being a good man—whereas before, the hunger in my stomach alone was enough for me—now, thank God, I've finished eating meat..."

A resounding slap landed on her face, robbing her of her senses for a moment. She cried out loudly, "Woyyo Allah na! Ya Asad!"

He terminated the call. Exhaling deeply without a word, he handed his phone back to Ya Ashraf and bolted upstairs like an enraged lion or bull.

"Hey! Namesake of Malam, where are you going without telling us where Mai Suna is?" Innaya called out, noticing that Asad was leaving without clearing up the darkness they were in or telling them where Dagori was.

Without even looking back, Asad hurried up the stairs.

"Muhammadu Dan Abdullahi! Now you're leaving without giving me an answer? Hey! Abubakar, go upstairs right now, find him, and make him tell us where that girl is!"

"Assalamu alaikum!" The greeting interrupted Abbi, who had opened his mouth to speak, shifting everyone's attention to the newcomer.

Three heavy slaps landed on her face at once. "You bastard! Is that what I told you to say? Wicked creature, acting all foolish and crazy! You're going to suffer! You actually had the nerve to tell him you're eating deliciously? Well, your time of suffering is about to begin! When you finally come to your senses, you'll tell him what I told you to say, you stupid, crazy girl! Mtsssss!"

He finished by landing another slap and removing the remaining food from in front of her.

"Forgive me, Oga. I told you that girl is used to hardship. Just leave her to me; I'll teach her worldly manners."

"Fine. From now on, don't give her any food until this time tomorrow. And don't give her enough to satisfy her. I want you to keep a close eye on her. I don't need to spell out the rest; I know you'll do what's right. Do you hear me clearly?"

"No trouble, Oga. Consider the job done."

Fuming with anger, Oga stormed out of the room. Cizo burst into laughter. "You Ruga bastard, did your tongue die? Did you just call yourself a bastard?"

"I am finished! What did I do to you people? Where have I brought myself?"

"Hhhhhh girl, your brain really is slow! You're only just realizing this now?"

She burst into heart-wrenching tears, utterly terrified by Oga's true colors. In her heart, she whispered, "By God, I regret doing that to Asad. What am I going to do now?" She wept even harder.

"Hey, you! Am I your mate that you're going to stuff my ears with your useless crying? Listen to me very well: if you don't swallow your tears right now, I will come in here and slice off your tongue so I can see who you'll cry to then! Nonsense! You just had to show off your Ruga foolishness, well now you'll see!"

Instantly, Dagori choked back her tears, slapping her hand over her mouth to muffle the remaining sounds of her sobbing.

Baffa flashed a warm smile at Abbi just as he stepped into the center of Nene's parlor, followed by Nene and Habu, who was darting his eyes around nervously. Habu's travels had never gone beyond Fargori or Kano, let alone reaching such luxurious mansions.

Noticing the tense atmosphere, Baffa said in a calm, dignified voice, "My brother, what is going on? I see you all standing around like roosters, and your faces clearly show that something is wrong."

Silence hung in the air. Everyone looked at one another, unable to speak. "Innaya, Abubakar, what is happening? My mind is starting to race."

Entering his meticulously clean bedroom—where Maamah or Aimanah always tidied up because he detested maids entering his private sanctuary—Asad dropped his head, feeling a throbbing pain.

Out loud, he muttered, "What kind of girl is this with absolutely no sense or self-awareness? Does she actually have mental issues? How does she know me? Why is she accusing me like this? What secret does she claim to know about me? Could she know something about my private life? Ohhhhh!"

He groaned, swatting at the air and running a hand through his well-groomed, shining hair. He undressed and stepped into the bathroom, emerging about 30 minutes later.

He dressed in casual wear: black trousers and a bright white shirt that stood out brilliantly. He sprayed himself with three different types of colognes, even misting his hair, leaving an intoxicating, calming fragrance in his wake.

He walked toward his bedside, aligning with the wall, and pressed a hidden button that no one would ever suspect existed. Instantly, a hidden door materialized. As he stepped through, he coughed slightly from the dust. Apart from himself, Abbi, and Ya Ashraf, no one else—not even Maamah—knew this secret room existed. From the outside, the wall looked completely solid with no hint of a room behind it.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un!" That was all Baffa could say after hearing what had happened. He adjusted his seat, looking at Abbi, who was completely beside himself.

Nene, her body completely limp with worry, spoke up. "Now, is all this panic really because of this? This is not a time to panic; the only thing we should focus on now is intense prayer for God to reveal and protect her wherever she is, while leaving law enforcement to do their work..."

"Nafisa! What you're saying is true, but as for calming down—wallahi, my peace of mind will only return the day I see Mai Suna sitting right in front of me," Innaya said, wiping away her tears.

"Innaya, stop crying like that. In sha Allah, wherever Mai Babban Suna is, she is safe by the grace of God. Calm down; panicking won't bring her back. All we can do is pray. Didn't they say those people called the namesake of Baba? Let's wait and hear what they said."

"Son of Innatai, wallahi, stay out of the business of that sullen Asad! You don't know him; he's capable of driving you crazy. Just before you came in, he was on the phone with people, but true to his arrogant self, instead of explaining the situation to us, he just walked upstairs and left us in suspense, not even knowing what condition the girl is in!"

"Innaya, please be patient. You know he just returned to the country, exhausted from long flights, so he needs rest..."

"Ashraf, shut your mouth! What rest when Mai Suna has been kidnapped?! He is the root cause of all this! I've stopped blaming her since I found out where the problem started. Curse this resemblance! It's this exact family resemblance between her and Asad that brought this catastrophe upon us. Oh dear God, what kind of condition is she in right now?"

Everyone's heart grew heavy with pity for Dagori's plight. Abbi adjusted his seat and said, "For now, let's put aside the police matter. Since God has brought Asad back, I'm confident Mai Babban Suna won't spend another night in their hands. If she does, I expect her back with us by tomorrow."

Baffa, finding some comfort in Abbi's words, said, "May God reveal her to us." Then, changing the subject, "Now, when is the wedding ceremony tomorrow? And which of them is getting married first?"

"Come on, Hamma! There can be no talk of a wedding until we see Mai Babban Suna returned safely. If not for this, the house would already be overflowing with guests. We've ordered all preparations to be halted until the dust settles."

"No, absolutely not! The wedding will proceed exactly as scheduled. This won't cause it to be postponed. We'll just hold a low-key ceremony and carry out everything as planned. In sha Allah, Mai Babban Suna will appear." Baffa spoke, inwardly glad to see how deeply everyone cared for his grandchild, though he knew they would comply out of respect rather than personal desire.

"But Hamma, ..." Before Mami could finish, he raised a hand to stop her.

"As long as I live and gave my word, it will be done as I said. The wedding goes on as long as we have breath!"

"But Hamma, ..."

"No, Asiya, don't say anything. What Malam said is right. Dagori's disappearance shouldn't cause the wedding to be postponed. Continue with everything as originally planned," Nene quickly cut in, forestalling Mami.

"Well, truly, Abubakar, your brother is right; calling off the wedding is out of the question. However, all unnecessary innovations (bid'ah) should be canceled. Just hold the wedding and a simple indoor feast—that is the most appropriate course," Innaya said before breaking down in tears over Maamah's renewed sobbing.

"As for me, there will be no wedding until my sister is found! Good grief, how can my sister be missing and her condition unknown, yet you want to hold a party? I do not agree!"

"There she goes! Listen to this rebellious girl wanting to show off stubbornness! Look at her hypocrisy. Let Ashraf's wedding proceed, but yours will wait until Mai Babban Suna is found!"

"I didn't mean it like that, Innaya..."

Everyone in the room burst into laughter at the banter...

(Author's Note: I was offline for two days because my number dropped off WhatsApp. I want to express my deepest gratitude to those who noticed my absence and called to check if I was still alive! 😂🙏🙏) Yayanmu, Mrs Naseer, Abubakar Seleee, Mazurari, and M.N.S—I didn't forget you. I received your greetings and I am deeply grateful! 🙏💞)

Using his phone's flashlight, he successfully turned on the room's light—it wasn't very bright, but it helped him see the interior. It was a room resembling a laboratory. He pulled off the white dust cover, revealing a magnificent table equipped with modern research tools and scientific instruments.

Pulling out a handkerchief, he wiped the dust off a chair and sat down. With expert precision and mastery of his craft, he began operating his supercomputer. Within 15 minutes, he achieved what he was looking for. A striking, classically Fulani smile spread across his face, and he muttered aloud:

"Mashkur, you've moved too far. Now you'll realize what it means to mess with someone's family, and it won't be easy to undo. You played your game, now wait for mine to unfold."

Just as Baffa requested, the weddings took place the following day without delay, though without any of the initially planned fanfare due to the circumstances. Only female Islamic scholars were invited to deliver profound lectures that captivated and brought peace to people's hearts. By nightfall, the brides were escorted to their respective homes adorned in traditional finery. May God grant them peaceful homes!

As for Nene and Baffa, they put on brave faces, but inside they were consumed by unimaginable agony. Unlike Habu, Innaya wept daily, developing a profound love for Dagori despite knowing she wasn't a biological grandchild from the start; ever since she appeared, Innaya had embraced her fully in her heart. Up until now, Asad hadn't given them any updates, no matter how desperately they hungered to know her condition. In fact, seeing Asad himself was a rarity, let alone getting a chance to speak with him about it.

Pitying Nene, who had been sitting in prayer for nearly two hours since the Zuhr prayer right up until Asr—undoubtedly praying solely for Dagori's safe return—Salame thought to herself: "Oh dear, what it means to be a mother—she is the one who bears the weight of her child's troubles and enters profound anguish."

Summary

This chapter of Daga Ruga Nake is packed with high tension, emotional turmoil, and critical plot developments:

• Dagori's Captivity: Dagori remains locked up by Oga and Cizo. Despite her dangerous situation, her eccentric, food-loving village personality ("Daga Ruga Nake") shines through as she complains about the food and mocks her captors, earning herself a harsh slap. Oga uses her to record a taunting voice message to Asad.
• Asad Strikes Back: Asad finally makes contact with the family. After listening to Oga's arrogant threats and Dagori's cry for help ("Ya Asad!"), Asad abruptly disconnects. Descending into his secret high-tech underground laboratory, he uses his advanced supercomputer to trace and pinpoint the kidnappers, vowing to make Mashkur pay dearly for crossing his family.
• Family Chaos and Weddings: Back at the house, Kamal is drowning in guilt and self-blame over Dagori's disappearance. Despite the emotional chaos, Baffa stubbornly insists that the scheduled weddings must go ahead as planned, overriding Mami and the youth's objections. The weddings are successfully held the next day in a solemn, low-key manner.
• The Mother's Agony: Nene spends hours in deep, heartfelt prayer for Dagori's safe return, highlighting the profound pain of motherhood as the family waits anxiously for Asad's next move.

Analytics & Character Insights

1. Thematic Analysis

• Class & Cultural Contrast: The juxtaposition between modern urban life and traditional rural roots (Ruga) is highlighted through Dagori's comedic yet poignant inner monologues. Even while kidnapped, her fixation on food and village lifestyle (fura, tuwo, miyar kuka) provides comic relief while underscoring her innocence.
• Resilience vs. Despair: The family splits into contrasting coping mechanisms—Kamal turns inward with destructive guilt; Baffa exercises patriarchal authority by keeping traditions (the wedding) moving forward; and Nene channels her despair into relentless spiritual devotion.

2. Character Spotlight

3. Narrative Momentum & Cliffhanger

The tension peaks with Asad entering his hidden lair. By successfully tracking the kidnappers via cyber-intelligence, the narrative shifts from passive anxiety to an impending rescue mission. The emotional anchor remains Nene’s silent prayers, reminding readers of the human cost behind the high-stakes thriller elements.