Masarautar mu 3 Complete Hausa Novel

In a faint, almost soundless voice, like someone overwhelmed by hardship, Prince Sageer knelt before his father, Askirama, bowing so deeply it seemed he might dissolve into the ground. He began to speak softly, his words halting as if restrained by emotion.
"May Allah prolong your life, but why, since my return from Amsterdam, and when I brought forth the matter of marrying Sultana, has no one asked my opinion on Sa’adatu? May Allah bless your life. If you had informed me of your intentions from the beginning regarding your choice for me, I would have let go of my own choice, despite my deep affection for it, to accept yours. For I trust that any decision you make concerning me is for my ultimate benefit—wisdom I may never grasp, no matter how long I live."
Tears streamed down Prince Sageer's face, tears Askirama realized were of pure joy and not sorrow. It was a kind of fulfillment Sageer had never experienced before—a profound contentment that filled a void he hadn't even realized existed. Despite his many achievements and the appearance of a complete life, something always felt missing, as if a great emptiness had persisted at the core of his heart, waiting to be filled. Only now, with Sa’adatu entering his life, did he realize that she was what he'd unknowingly been yearning for.
Before today, life had often felt as though he possessed nothing, even though he owned almost everything imaginable—including an Asian wife. But now, as he knelt before Askirama, sharing this great news, it felt as though his father had granted him not only Sa’adatu but also dominion over all the joys of the world. He felt as though he had been entrusted with a treasure far greater than Askirama's realm or even the grand El-Kanem Borno Empire.
"Thank you for this honor, Askirama, thank you, the Lion of Askira. I pray to Allah to bestow even greater gratitude on your behalf. I accept this union with open arms. I promise you, from this day forth, you will hear nothing from me that would remind you of my past failings."
"I know well, Askirama, that I, Sageer, am prone to mistakes. I have often wronged you, strayed from the upbringing you gave me, and crossed boundaries. Yet, you never gave up on me. Your wish has always been to see me return to the right path. For this, I seek Allah's forgiveness and yours. I also pray for the strength to honor and cherish Sa’adatu as you would wish."
“Please convey my gratitude to Fulani Sarki—though I will visit her myself.”
Askirama observed his son rising with an unusual urgency, his entire body trembling with excitement. Sageer, typically calm and composed, was uncharacteristically agitated. Askirama caught his hand to steady him.
“Wait. Don’t embarrass yourself before the servants and Fulani Bilkisu. Let me call her here so you can express your gratitude in my presence. Sa’adatu has locked herself in her room since yesterday, showing no sign of joy for this marriage. Let’s give her time to cool down.”
Sageer smiled sheepishly, scratching his head. A crime? My marriage is a crime to Sa’adatu? Then again, he thought, it shouldn't surprise him. Respect had always defined their relationship—nothing more. Even if she had feelings for him, she would never have shown them.
Askirama, catching Sageer’s flustered expression, gave a knowing smile. The father’s penetrating gaze seemed to read Sageer’s every thought, sending the prince into a deeper state of embarrassment. He thought to himself, I must have been waiting for Sa’adatu all along, without even knowing it.
Askirama reassured him. “Be a prince,” he said calmly. Sageer burst into laughter, his signature grin flashing across his face. It was a rare moment, as Askirama was more accustomed to Sageer’s mild smiles than such exuberance.
Moments later, Fulani Bilkisu entered, radiating elegance, her every step a spectacle to behold. Sageer immediately bowed his head in respect. For the first time, he felt an overwhelming shyness in her presence. Though he had always seen her as an elder sister rather than his father’s wife, today he could hardly meet her gaze.
“Ah, the groom smells delightful!” Fulani teased, sitting gracefully beside Askirama.
The King turned to her with a smile. “Fulani, what are the plans for the wedding?”
Adjusting her position with her characteristic grace, she replied, “My lord, I haven’t seen Sa’adatu since yesterday. She’s locked herself in her room, possibly awaiting the arrival of the Tsanyawa people. As for the wedding arrangements, Ya Gumsu typically oversees such events, but she’s upset with me over a matter unrelated to this.”
Askirama chuckled. “I’ll summon Ya Maira to assist with the preparations. She’s already on her way, along with Murjanatu, who’s returning from Istanbul.”
Fulani’s expression softened as she turned to Sageer. “Prince, I have one request: separate their living quarters. Sa’adatu and Aisha-Sultana cannot coexist under the same roof. Their differences in age, mindset, and personality will make it challenging.”
Sageer stole a glance at Askirama to gauge his reaction to Fulani’s words. To his relief, the king seemed preoccupied with a phone call. Letting out a quiet sigh, Sageer replied, “As you wish, my lady. I will ensure Sa’adatu has her own space.”
With that, Sageer bowed deeply and excused himself, leaving the room with newfound determination. As he departed, Askirama called out, “Be a man, not just a prince. Learn to balance the complexities of a woman’s nature and win over your mother’s approval of Sa’adatu.”
“Yes, my king,” Sageer responded humbly.
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By the time Ya Maira arrived from the Biu Kingdom, she quickly sought out her father, per his instructions. She knelt before him, the perfect image of respect, as they shared a father-daughter moment. It was then that she realized who Askirama had chosen for Sageer: none other than Sa’adatu, Fulani Bilkisu’s protégée. Her intuition told her this young woman would play a significant role in their family’s future.