MASARAUTAR MU 4 COMPLETE HAUSA NOVEL

Aadatu was dozing off on the prayer mat she had used for her dawn prayer when the fragrance of Prince’s perfume filled her nostrils. He was kneeling before her as if she were his superior. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and they met his. He was looking at her with all the love and affection in the world, and his eyes showed submission—a silent admission of guilt for the wrong he knew he had done.
She shut her eyes again, not knowing what to say to him. He had hurt her deeply, so much so that she didn’t even want to see him. Her instincts told her that wherever he was coming from, he had been with Aisha-Sultana, especially since she had seen them leaving together.
On her first day at his house—the day every new bride cherishes—her husband had left with another woman, possibly to a hotel or some unknown place. He hadn't even bid her farewell. If she claimed that it hadn’t hurt her, she would be lying. She wouldn’t call it jealousy, but deep inside her heart, she felt a pain she couldn’t describe.
"I'm sorry, Princess," Dr. Sageer said in a soft, broken voice. He had no defense for himself, so he simply admitted his fault. He added, "I'm so sorry, Saadatuh. Now, get up so we can go bid farewell to Fulani and escort them to the airport. Then, you can punish me with fifteen lashes."
Hearing this, she quickly stood up and headed for the door without looking at him. She was already wearing her hijab. Prince remained kneeling, watching her leave. But when she stopped at the door and looked at him questioningly, he closed his tired eyes and said,
"Saadatuh, not even a good morning kiss?"
Saade turned her back on him, filled with anger. Her heart burned with fury. What kiss was he talking about? Why hadn’t he sought that from his foreign mistress, the one he had taken to the hotel while leaving her behind? She questioned herself, wondering if this was who Uncle Yareema truly was. She had always seen him as righteous despite all the terrible things his wife had said about him.
By the time he got up and walked toward her, she felt his arms wrap tightly around her. She didn’t resist.
"I'm sorry, Saadah, very sorry. I didn’t intend to hurt you. There was a strong reason that held me back. But wherever I am, no matter the situation, you are always in my heart, Saadatuh."
Before she realized it, she had buried her face in his chest. A wave of calmness washed over her as he comforted her. From deep within her throat, she murmured,
"I never said anything, Yaya Yareema. Did you hear me complain? I already know I was married to another woman's husband, so I should expect things like this. Please, let’s drop the matter and go to Fulani."
Tears, which she had been holding back for so long, finally spilled down her cheeks. She had refused to let them fall before, but now, her vulnerability to jealousy was evident in her voice.
Prince replied, "We will go, but first…"
He began to kiss her passionately. It was an intense, searing kiss that made Saadatu lose her senses. She still wasn’t used to Prince Sageer’s kisses; they always sent shivers through her entire being. When he was finally satisfied, he took her hand, and they left. He still couldn’t figure out how to make up for his mistake.
At Hilton Hotel, they found Fulani and Maimartaba already prepared. Prince’s driver had also picked up Fanna, so there was no delay. Saade didn’t even get the chance to speak to Fulani about what had happened the previous night—how Yareema had abandoned her alone on her first night at his house (her first challenge). They all left for Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport without wasting any time. She swallowed her pain alone.
Saadatu struggled to let go of Fulani when it was time for their flight. She wept while Fanna cried as well. After watching them take off, Prince took her hand, and they headed home. He felt uneasy because even Maimartaba hadn’t forgiven him yet. He had refused to talk to him until their departure. Saade, too, still hadn’t forgiven him.
When they arrived home, he pulled out one of her suitcases and started unpacking her clothes himself. He selected seven outfits and told her to pick anything she would need for the next seven days. Holding her shoulders as they stood in her room, he said,
"This house is going to be refurbished before you start living in it. Everything inside will be replaced with what Maimartaba got for you. You can decorate it however you like."
She said nothing. She knew he was trying to make up for his mistake. But where was he planning to take her? She had no idea. Without waiting for a response, he went to his own room to pack his things.
By the time he returned with a small trolley bag, Saadatu hadn’t moved an inch. It seemed he had taken a shower and changed into a crisp white outfit, the fabric so thin that she could see his undershirt. He placed his trolley down and walked into her room, speaking softly,
"Saadatuh, shall we go?"
She lowered her head, struggling to hold back her tears. She was overwhelmed with longing for Fulani, Fanna, and Zarah. And now, Dr. Sageer was saying he was taking her away for a whole week.
"I'm not going anywhere. School resumes the day after tomorrow."
Dr. Sageer scowled at her. "Even if school resumes now, you’re not going back. You need to understand that things have changed. You are no longer just responsible for yourself. So, be reasonable. If I want to, I can cancel your studies entirely."
The tears she had been holding back spilled down her cheeks. She stood up angrily, grabbed her handbag, and took nothing else. He carried her suitcase for her, and they left.
They drove in his 4MATIC car in complete silence. She thought they were still within Abuja until she realized he was taking a highway out of the city. They were heading towards Jos. She didn’t say a word. Even if he was planning to sell her off, so be it. Fulani and Maimartaba were the ones who put her in this situation.
By the time they reached Jos, it was almost noon. He stopped at a rest area for travelers, where women could also use the facilities. She rushed to the restroom, relieved for the break.
After performing their afternoon prayer (qasr), they continued their journey.
"What do you want to eat?" Prince asked.
She ignored him, pretending not to hear. He scoffed and kept driving, frustrated by her silence. Hadn’t he already apologized? He had admitted his mistake and even comforted her. Her cold treatment was getting to him.
On their way out of Jos, he bought some grilled meat and cold bottled water. He placed the meat beside her, and the aroma awakened her hunger. Though she tried to maintain her stubborn demeanor, she eventually gave in and started eating with elegance.
Prince secretly watched her, smiling. Everything about Saade fascinated him.
As they continued, his phone rang. When he saw the caller ID—Ya Gumsu—his heart sank. He feared another confrontation. If it was about his promise, he had already fulfilled it.
She wasted no time. "Is it true that you left with that girl to Abuja?"
Yareema Sageer remained silent.
Ya Gumsu scoffed angrily, "I gave you three months to marry Hajjaju, the Emir of Bauchi's daughter, and three months to divorce that girl. If not, I disown you."
She hung up before he could respond.
He slammed the brakes, nearly colliding with the car ahead. He quickly signaled the cars behind him before pulling over. He activated the tinted windows, then, without warning, pulled Saadatu into a tight embrace, whispering into her ears,
"Under any circumstances, never leave me, Saadatuh!"
Silence filled the car as their hearts pounded against each other. The moment was too overwhelming for Saade to comprehend.
They soon resumed their journey, but she noticed a change in him. Something from the phone call was troubling him deeply.