A Jininsa Yake Book 1 Compelet

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A JININSA YAKE BOOK BY ZULAIHAT SANI KAGARA 

After preparing the food for him just as he instructed, she followed his directive after sending Bintu to buy recharge cards for her. Despite Bintu's suspicions about them, she went out to buy the card, wishing anxiously to return and see what would unfold in the house, as she was still amazed by how A.m had opened his arms wide for Juwairiya to enter.

While Juwairiya was feeding A.m, upon hearing the door handle turn, she dropped the spoon and hurried into the bedroom. This made A.m laugh; he picked up the spoon and continued eating while thinking about how he could chase Bintu out of the house.

As she and Bintu were sitting together with Juwairiya teaching her Quranic recitation, her phone beeped sharply, indicating an incoming message: “It is late, I am going to sleep. I am waiting for you in my room, hurry up or I will come and carry you.”

Extreme shock gripped her, and she opened her eyes wide, looking at Bintu, who was watching her, seeing how panicked she was. She refused to go and also refused to reply, knowing that despite his lack of shame, he wouldn't dare come openly and ask her to sleep with him since Bintu wasn't a child. Even if she went, Zainab had introduced her to Bintu dismissively as a maid meant to learn the chores from Bintu and eventually replace her.

They sat together until 10:00 PM and then went to bed, but she couldn't sleep; thoughts of him kept her awake. Just as she was tossing and turning, he was also pacing on his bed because he missed her a lot. Finally, he got up, put on his sandals, came down, and began knocking on the door.

“Juwairaah, where are you? Come and make my tea,” he said in a raised voice while knocking, but she couldn't even make a movement out of sheer terror, never imagining he would track her down here.

Hearing no response, he continued banging on the door, saying, “I know you aren't sleeping. If you don't come, I will take the spare key and open it, and whatever I do to you then, don't blame me.”

Slowly she got up, trying not to wake Binta, whom she assumed was asleep, and crept out stealthily.

He chuckled and said, “Coward, stay and see what’s going to happen.”

Juwairiya frowned and asked him, “Don't you think Binta might tell your wife what is happening?” “You worry too much. Zainab isn't the type of woman you tell such things to. She trusts me completely, so nothing will happen—and believe me, that girl has to leave this house.”

He grabbed her hand and they went upstairs. No matter how much she wanted to return to her room, he refused and stood his ground; she had to sleep there. At first, she thought he was joking, but when she felt his weight slump against her as he fell into a deep sleep from his long journey, she was left tossing and turning, unable to get a wink of sleep.

Early the next morning, she wanted to return to her room, but when he left for morning prayers, he locked her in. He only let her out when he returned, smothering her with his simulated affection and forcing her back to sleep to make up for the sleep she missed the previous night.

Around 9:00 AM, he let her down. She walked down slowly, consumed by fear and shame, unable to even enter her own room. Instead, she went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast because her stomach was rumbling with hunger.

Juwairiya tried to leave the kitchen, but Binta was there doing chores. “Anty, you’re just waking up now? I’ve actually finished all the work,” Binta said, giving her a strange, suspicious look.

Juwairiya scratched her head with a forced smile. “Oh, well done, you’ve tried. Let me put together our meal,” she said quickly, wanting to avoid Binta's gaze. She picked up a pot and placed it on the gas cooker. They worked in silence, neither speaking. Binta was amazed at the kind of relationship Juwairiya had with Anty Zainab’s husband, knowing she was just a maid, while Juwairiya felt ashamed about sleeping in his room, knowing Binta had figured out she didn't sleep in her own room. The harsh words Binta had thrown at her earlier had kept her awake due to the tension.

“Uhumh,” was all Juwairiya said as she continued working. “Anty, let me go wash the bathrooms before you finish cooking.” “Ok,” she replied without looking at her.

While working, she suddenly felt someone hug her from behind. She quickly turned around and looked at him in alarm. “I notice you want to get me broken bones in this house before I leave,” she said weakly, tears welling up because she was terrified of Binta, believing Zainab had left her behind precisely to watch over the house.

“Juwairiya, queen of cowards, please will your fear ruin our lives? She doesn't give me attention, and even this year she won't let me rest,” he said, pouting like he was about to cry, which made her laugh, and they playfully nudged each other. “I'm just worried about what might come back around. You know Anty Zainab's nature—whatever happens will end badly for me. My fear is that she might harm me, and you know any man who marries me after this will suffer a loss...”

He gripped both her hands tightly, making her let out a small cry of pain with tears of distress. “Put a stop to that mouth of yours and watch what you say to me! Right in front of me, you're talking about some big man possessing you? Whatever happens, I am your husband. You can wait until the marriage ends before then—or don't you know I'm jealous of the man you might marry because you possess a charm that would make anyone jealous, even if they didn't love you?”

He spoke with his eyes clearly revealing his intense feelings, leaving Juwairiya utterly astonished, her mouth and nose wide open as she stared at him. “Yes, it's true what I said. Ever since I found out who you really are, I realized everything Zainab said was true. Because of that, I desire your body and your character deeply.”

He pinched her nose and pulled her into another hug. Juwairiya felt a strange sensation when he uttered those words; she wished he had said he loved her rather than just her body, and tears slipped down her cheeks. “I don't have time for your tears. I didn't tell you to cry. Bring me my food in the living room, since I've missed you for two days.”

Juwairiya quickly pushed him away as she saw Binta walk in and freeze, exclaiming, “A'uzu billahi minash shaiɗanir rajiim!”

A.m, completely unfazed, barked a harsh command at her: “Damn your father, did you see ghosts that you're seeking refuge from? Get out of here immediately!”

He looked at Juwairiya, who watched the door as Binta bolted out in a run. Her tears increased, but he didn't care much, repeating, “Bring me my food.” He walked out, leaving her in distress and deep embarrassment before Binta.

Summary

In this chapter, the complex and tense web of deception deepens. Juwairiya is trapped in an illicit relationship with A.m, Zainab’s husband, while trying to hide it from Binta, the young maid. A.m insists on keeping Juwairiya close—even forcing her to sleep in his room overnight—while actively plotting to get rid of Binta to secure more privacy and freedom for their affair.

Binta, growing increasingly suspicious and moralistic, confronts Juwairiya about her sinful behavior with her employer's husband, warning her of the consequences and reminding her of her late mother's teachings. Caught in the act of being lectured, A.m flies into a violent rage when Binta accuses them of adultery, pulling out a knife and slashing Binta's hand in a terrifying display of cruelty to silence her. Traumatized and terrified for her life, Binta resolves to flee as soon as Zainab returns.

Meanwhile, A.m uses intense psychological manipulation and threats with a gun to force Binta to pretend she is possessed by spirits (aljanu) when Zainab returns, using her supposed madness as an excuse to kick her out of the house. The plan succeeds: when Zainab returns home, Binta puts on a frantic performance of being possessed, and A.m eagerly facilitates her immediate removal from the house to cover up his tracks.

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This chapter captures a tense domestic drama filled with manipulation, fear, and psychological abuse. Set inside a household where power dynamics are heavily skewed, it paints a vivid picture of a crumbling moral environment. The atmosphere is thick with paranoia: Juwairiya is torn between her attraction to A.m, her fear of exposure, and her guilt toward Binta; A.m is depicted as a cunning, narcissistic, and volatile predator who uses intimidation, physical force, and gaslighting to control the women around him; and Binta represents innocence, moral clarity, and tragic vulnerability as a young orphan caught in the crossfire of adult betrayal. The setting shifts from intimate, suffocating bedrooms to a tense kitchen where secrets hover unsaid, culminating in a scene of violent intimidation.

Analytics

• Character Dynamics & Psychology:
  • A.m: Exhibits classic traits of a manipulative abuser. He shifts easily from boyish charm and pleading (shagwaɓa) to ruthless intimidation, physical violence (using a knife and a gun), and gaslighting. He treats the women in his life as disposable objects meant to satisfy his desires.
  • Juwairiya: Caught in a cycle of cognitive dissonance and Stockholm syndrome. While she feels immense guilt and shame, she lacks the agency or courage to break free, paralyzed by threats and her dependence on the household dynamic.
  • Binta: Acts as the moral compass of the story. Despite her low status as a maid, her sharp observations and steadfast adherence to her mother's moral code highlight the depravity of the adults around her. Her victimization underscores the theme of the helpless suffering under the tyranny of the powerful.
• Themes:
  • Betrayal & Trust: The violation of marital trust by A.m and the betrayal of the household employer-employee boundaries.
  • Power and Vulnerability: The abuse of power by men over economically disadvantaged or dependent women (both maids and young dependents).
  • Fear and Silence: How trauma and the threat of violence force victims and witnesses into compliance and forced silence.
• Narrative Style: Written in colloquial Hausa fiction style (Littafin Hausa), the narrative relies heavily on emotional interiority, dramatic dialogue, high-stakes confrontation, and cliffhangers to maintain reader engagement.

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