[...] “Ina da wata shawara.” Sai ta matso kusa tamkar dai yadda ƙawata Harira take matsawo idan tana so ta faɗa min wani sirri, duk da cewa ba wani daga ciki sirrikanta da yake mai kyau. Ko kuma ma ka kira shi da sirri. “Idan baki gaya wa kowa ba na zo ne domin in gyara miki idonki!”
Ya ƙifta na wasu lokuta. “Wannan shi ne abinda nake ƙoƙarin yi.”
“Abinda nake nufi shine ba za ki iya haka ba!”
“Saboda me?”
“To, babu ya taɓa iya gyara ido na in ba tabarauna ba.”
“Ni gwana ce. Za ki gani, na nuna miki…”
“…Babu wanda ya taɓa ba wa labarinki?”
“Wannan shi ne muhimmin abu, wannan ne ginshiƙi.”
“Ta yaya zan sani cewa ba za ki makantar da ni ba? Ki zama kamar ɗan magori, wasa-kanka-da-kanka ki yi alƙawari amma ki saɓa.”
Sai ya ɓace ya dawo ya ɓace ya dawo. “Babu halittar da zan yi wa wannan musamman wanda bai cuce ni ba.”
“Kina nufin idan na cuce ki, za ki makantar da ni?”
“Ina buƙatar sannin wannan.”
“Kuma idan kika gyara min idanuwa na, kuma ba wanda na yi wa bayninki, za ki bar inda wurinmu?”
“Wannan shi ne jigon abin!” [...]