Darajar Yayana part 1 complete Hausa Novel

<p>Quickly, Sadiya worked diligently because she didn’t want her husband to return and find her unprepared or anything out of place. She made semo (a type of swallow) with fresh okra soup, along with a dish of cow leg stew. Then she prepared fura da nono (a millet and milk drink) and placed it in the fridge to chill. She cleaned the entire house meticulously, ensuring it was sparkling and filled with the scent of perfume. Afterward, she took her bath and spent extra time on her appearance.</p>
<p>The knock on the door reminded her of her children. She hurried to open it and directed them straight to the bathroom. She bathed them again, dressed them in fresh, beautiful clothes, and sprayed them with perfume. Returning to her room, she pondered over what outfit to wear. She eventually decided on a bright red material—a skirt and blouse. She checked her braided hair in the mirror, adjusting her headscarf with confidence, knowing her husband would be impressed today. She glanced at the clock—it was 6:15 PM. Realizing her phone had been off due to a dead battery, she plugged it in, only to discover there was no power.</p>
<p>As she brooded over the power outage and the missed opportunity to charge her phone, another knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She and her children ran excitedly to welcome her husband. When she opened the door, there he was, dressed in his police officer’s uniform—a clear indication of his high rank. She threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. But to her surprise, he gently pulled away, saying, "Good evening."</p>
<p>Surprised, she took his bag and the parcel in his hand. He crouched down to warmly embrace the children, radiating joy and love. Sadiya stood there, puzzled by her husband's behavior. Usually, he would return home brimming with affection for her, rushing to hold her tightly before even greeting the children. But today, she had to hug him first, and he seemed distant. Could he be tired? Angry that she hadn’t answered his calls? Or was there something wrong with her appearance? She glanced at herself, questioning whether her efforts had fallen short.</p>
<p>As she watched, he hugged the children one by one, starting with Kausar, then Al-Amin, and finally Mama. She remembered how he would usually dote on her after being away for just a week. This time, he had been gone for two. His change in demeanor deeply unsettled her. She feared that something—perhaps an ominous incident—had disrupted their harmonious life. Her thoughts raced as she observed him carrying Mama in his left arm and holding her hand tightly, leading the family inside.</p>
<p>By now, she was sure this wasn’t just about seeing the children. Their family had always shared a bond of deep affection. Their children had grown accustomed to seeing their parents holding each other and playing together. This closeness wasn’t just for show; it was a core part of their lives.</p>
<p>He settled into the living room instead of heading straight to their bedroom as usual, which further unsettled Sadiya. Still, she maintained her composure, hoping he would eventually return to her side.</p>
<p>The night carried on with unease. While the children joyfully received their gifts, Sadiya’s anxiety only grew. She yearned to understand what she might have done wrong to warrant her husband's cold demeanor. Later, when she attempted to engage him in their usual rituals of affection, he brushed her off, claiming exhaustion. Her heart sank further when he locked himself in the bathroom, a habit he never exhibited before.</p>
<p>After preparing his dinner and setting the table, she changed into lighter clothes, trying to rekindle their connection. Yet, he seemed preoccupied, taking calls and occasionally giving the children his attention. She could only watch in silence, consumed by uncertainty and worry.</p>
<p>That night, as he tucked the children into bed and bid them goodnight, Sadiya remained in their room, awaiting him. When he finally joined her, she mustered the courage to ask, "Abban Kausar, have I done something wrong for you to keep ignoring me like this?"<br><br></p>
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<p>I don't understand what you mean by "ignoring you." She responded, "I mean, today everything about you seems different, as if you're not even the husband who used to pamper me." He looked at her and said, "You haven’t done anything to me."</p>
<p>She placed her hand on his thigh, saying, "Abba Kausar, I noticed today that you seem as if I didn’t make myself look good for you." He looked at her briefly and said, "Please leave me alone, I’m busy with something important." She replied, "But isn’t what I have to say more important than whatever you’re doing?"</p>
<p>To her surprise, he suddenly snapped at her, "Do you even know what you’re saying? Please get up and leave this place!" She was shocked, stood up, and walked toward the bed, thinking to herself that he would come and join her after finishing his work.</p>
<p>That night was unusual; he stayed up long into the night working on his laptop, engrossed in something on the internet. This was strange for Sadiya, as her husband would usually disconnect entirely during his weekend visits, turning off his devices and staying close to her until he left.</p>
<p>When he finally shut his laptop, he went to bed and turned his back on her. She asked softly, "Abba Kausar, what’s going on? Please tell me if something is wrong. I’ll apologize if I’ve offended you. I’m not used to this kind of distance between us."</p>
<p>In an irritated tone, he said, "I told you, you haven’t done anything to me. Do you want me to make up a problem? Please, let me rest." Her heart sank, and she asked again, "But why have you changed toward me? You’re someone who always has needs and can’t bear even a week apart without coming to me with affection. Now, after two weeks, you’re acting as if I don’t matter to you."</p>
<p>He glared at her and said, "Is it by force to have needs? Today, I don’t feel like it. Is that okay?" Then, with a heavy sigh, he added, "Please, leave me alone and go to your room. I’m not in the mood for any argument or pressure."</p>
<p>Tears welled up in her eyes as she quietly left the room. It was the first night she’d ever slept alone in her room since coming into the house as his wife. Even after childbirth, they had never separated their sleeping arrangements.</p>
<p>As she entered the living room, she was surprised to see Kausar, their daughter, standing there. Sadiya quickly wiped her tears and approached her. "What are you doing up, Kausar? What do you want?" she asked gently.</p>
<p>Kausar responded, "Momi, I heard Abba shouting. Did you do something wrong?"</p>
<p>She held Kausar’s hand and led her back to the children’s room. Sadiya laid her down on the mattress and hugged her tightly. "Kausar, don’t worry about Abba and me. I’ll apologize to him in the morning when he’s calmed down, okay?" she said softly, stroking Kausar’s hair until the little girl drifted off to sleep.</p>
<p>Left alone with her thoughts, Sadiya reflected on the beginning of their relationship and their life together.</p>
<p><strong>(The story then delves into Sadiya's family background and upbringing, detailing her mother’s struggles and sacrifices, and the eventual marriage to her father, who had multiple wives and a history of neglect toward his responsibilities. The narrative also recounts how Sadiya’s mother was taken in by her sister, Iya, after facing hardship at the hands of her father. Iya played a pivotal role in supporting Sadiya’s family, ensuring they survived tough times.)</strong></p>
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