KURKUKUN KADDARA 

TAKUN FARKO COMPELET

WRITING BY BOSS BATURE

INFORMATION BOOK

1. BOOK:- KURKUKUN KADDARA
2. AUTHOR :- BOSS BATURE
3. SIZE:- 149KB
4. FILE:- TXT
5. GROUP:-BOOS LEDY
6. PUBLISHER :- LITTAFIN YAKI
7. PRICE:- ₦500
8. DATE:-29/10/2024

BOOK DESCRIPTION

• “Why are you silent and not responding to us as if you’re guilty? There’s nothing wrong with you coming to check on your brother.”

She remained quiet, not saying anything, holding herself as if she had lied to the king.

“Come here, my daughter-in-law,” the Prime Minister called to her. She quickly turned her eyes towards his face, and her heart sank in fear. She was so shocked that her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped, marveling at the situation. They all understood the reason for her anxiety.

She quickly looked at Boss Man, then turned to Salsabeel, who stood there with a smile on his face.

“Didn’t you hear him speak? Go and greet him,” Salsabeel said.

She approached the Prime Minister and stood in front of him, her voice trembling as she greeted, “Good morning.”

He smiled and placed his hand on her head.

“Didn’t you have breakfast? Or did you not check the time? You’re greeting me ‘good morning’ when the day has already progressed,” he said with concern.

Her voice, sounding like that of a humble servant, responded, “I forgot.”

“Okay, my daughter-in-law, I hope you’re doing well?”

“I’m fine.”

“I am pleased to have met you. And you?”

She nodded to him, saying, “Me too.”

“Unaisah,” Boss Man called her name, and she turned to look at him.

“His name is Prime Minister, my uncle, and the head of our family. He’s the one who called Sheikh Imam to check on your brother’s health.”

• She quickly turned her gaze towards the Prime Minister, tears welling up in her eyes out of happiness, and with a trembling voice, she said, “Th-thank you. May Allah reward you with Paradise, just as you have brought us joy, may Allah make you happy too. I promise, every time I pray, I will make dua (prayer) for you.”

Everyone, especially the Prime Minister, smiled, feeling pleased with her words.

“Thank you, my daughter-in-law,” he responded.

She quickly turned to look at Sheikh Imam.

“Thank you, Baba. May Allah reward you with His greatest blessings,” she prayed for Sheikh Imam. He smiled and patted her head gently, saying, “Thank you for your prayers. You have a sharp mind, and you have good manners. Your parents raised you well. May Allah bless you and your siblings.” She responded with “Ameen.” She truly felt comforted by Sheikh Imam’s words, and the tears she was holding back began to stream down her cheeks.

• “Unaisah, there’s still Chief to thank; you should thank him,” Boss Man suggested, pointing towards him. She turned to look at him with a hint of hesitation. He was standing with his arms crossed on his broad chest. As she lifted her foot to approach him, Big Guy quickly stopped her by speaking to her.

He approached her from behind, leaning close to her shoulder and whispering, “You don’t need to thank him because he doesn’t want it, but be kind to him. If you allow me, I’ll guide you.”

She softly responded with “Okay.”

“Good girl,” he acknowledged, lifting his head. Nobody else heard their conversation.

• “Unaisah, go back to your room to pray. Your lunch will be brought to you shortly,” Boss Man instructed. She replied, “Okay,” before rushing to the door and exiting quickly.

Before anyone else could speak, Danish, who was lying down, took a deep breath. His fingers began to twitch, and his hands shook, indicating he had woken up from his sleep. A visible wave of joy spread across the Prime Minister’s face.

“He’s awake,” Salsabeel said. “We should get him some food now.”

“What kind of food would be easy for him to eat?” Big Guy asked.

“Something liquid will be easier for him to swallow since he can’t chew anything solid,” Salsabeel explained.

“Okay, I’ll go get it,” Big Guy said, turning quickly and leaving the room.

As soon as he left, Chief’s phone started ringing. They all turned to look at him.

“Who’s calling?” the Prime Minister asked.

Chief pulled out his phone and checked the screen before replying, “Dad Lateef.”

“Okay, if you need to prepare yourself before we head to the house, you can go to your room. By the time you come back, I’ll have fed him, and then we can head out.”

Chief replied, “Okay,” and turned towards the door, exiting the room.

Sheikh Imam said, “We’ll all go together to your father’s house. I want to greet my friend and the rest of the household.”

The Prime Minister replied, “Alright.”

Big Guy entered the room, carrying a tray. He set it down on the carpet beside the bed before climbing up on the bed and motioning to Salsabeel for help. Together, they lifted Danish and propped his back against the headboard, placing a pillow behind him. His long hair fell over his shoulders.

“Baba, would you like to rest at my house while I finish feeding him? Then, if you like, we can go together with Chief Owais to the family house later,” he suggested.

Sheikh Imam nodded, saying, “Yes, I would like that. I also want to change my clothes. Who will take me to your house?”