RAYUWAR RAYHANA 2 Complete Hausa Novel

She felt as if the weight of Mount Uhud had been placed on her head, so heavy were his words on her heart. Startled, she looked up at Khalipha, her body trembling with confusion and shock.
She glanced around anxiously, making sure that no one had heard what Yaya Khalipha had just said. But to her relief, everyone was preoccupied with their own affairs—parents with their children, siblings chatting amongst themselves—far from their secluded spot. She had deliberately chosen a place away from the crowd before sitting down.
As for Khalipha, he had no intention of letting go. He moved even closer, speaking to her with words of love that came straight from the depths of his heart, not just the surface of his lips. His eyes half-closed, he looked more handsome than she had ever noticed before.
Her body trembled even more because Khalipha refused to stop talking. She was in a state of panic, fearing that his younger siblings, who held him in such high regard, might walk in and witness what was happening—something she herself barely understood.
Her heart almost stopped when she saw Jawahir approaching them with quick strides. In a sudden outburst, she blurted, “Yaya Khalipha, let go of my hand—Jawahir is coming!” She frantically tried to free her hand from his grip, but he held it tightly, as if he would never let go.
Khalipha, however, did not even flinch. He simply turned, waiting for Jawahir’s arrival.
With a sudden jerk, she managed to free her hand, almost stumbling in the process. She quickly sat back on the tree stump, struggling to regulate her breathing, calm her heart, and compose her face before Jawahir reached them.
Jawahir, despite having noticed something, was too mature to let it show on her face. In her heart, she thought, I knew a day like this would come between Raiha and Yaya Khalipha. Their intimacy has gone beyond limits, and the way they care for each other at home alone is enough to raise suspicions.
She fell onto the ground before Khalipha, laughing.
“Yaya Khalipha, you’re here on a visit today? Where’s Mami? Where’s Zizah? Where’s Daddy?”
She bombarded him with questions all at once, her mouth wide with excitement and joy.
He smiled. “With all these queries at once, Jawahir, which one should I answer first?”
She laughed, turning to Raiha. “Tell me, Rayha, hasn’t Yaya Khalipha become even more handsome?”
Raiha lowered her head and replied, “I don’t waste my time studying people’s faces.”
Her response made him laugh heartily. “Even me, Rahane?”
The mention of that special name alone was enough to make her laugh.
Khalipha stood up, glancing at his watch. School closing time was approaching.
“Let’s go to the car and load your belongings—including this silly one’s (Abida’s),” he said.
They stood and followed him to the trunk of the car, where he handed them their bags. He also separated Rahane’s belongings. Once again, Jawahir silently noted this but, with her wisdom, showed no reaction. Because of the many bags, they had to ask some juniors to help carry them to the hostel.
From that day onward, Rahane found no peace of mind. Her thoughts were consumed by Yaya Khalipha and the situation he had brought upon her. Day and night, morning and evening, he occupied her mind.
However, she did not let this affect her studies, not even a little, because she had made a promise to herself to make Baba Doctor proud this time with excellent results. But whenever she lay down, or found herself alone, her thoughts always drifted to Yaya Khalipha. All she longed for was to see him or hear that soft, soothing voice of his calling her name—“RAHANE.”
In this state, they sat for their WAEC, NECO, and JAMB exams, finally bidding farewell to Ulul-Albab School. Meanwhile, Rahane also took the qualifying exam to enter the final year of secondary school.
During their holiday, Khalipha was sent on a work-related course at the Nigerian Embassy in Morocco, where he was to stay for nine months.
Khalipha was delighted about this trip. If nothing else, it would put some distance between him and Rayhanah for a long time. He kept his feelings to himself, but he felt relieved that he had confessed them to her. He had no idea what was going on in her heart, but at least he had said his piece.
Meanwhile, Rahane was left behind, struggling with a whirlwind of emotions and an intense love that she herself did not fully understand. She only knew that ever since Yaya Khalipha left, she had been overwhelmed with longing. Life at home and at school felt empty without him.
Since he left, they had not spoken even once. Baba Doctor had forbidden them from owning mobile phones, saying he would only allow it when they proved themselves responsible in university. Because of this, even when Khalipha called Mami or Daddy, the only message she would get was, “He says to send his regards.” And so life went on.
When Abida and Jawahir secured admission to Bayero University, Rahane had just completed her final secondary school exams. Within three months, her results were released, and she shocked everyone—she had scored straight A’s and B’s in all her subjects, a feat neither Abida nor Jawahir had achieved.
Dr. Mansur was overjoyed by Rahane’s achievement, and this happiness drove him to think of an appropriate gift to encourage her further. He wanted her to understand that being an orphan did not mean she was helpless—disability was never an excuse for giving up.
They conducted extensive research, consulting some of the top ear specialists at home and abroad. One name stood out—Dr. Phillips, a Scottish expert who had been Dr. Mansur’s professor at Trinity University.
Dr. Phillips was a retired ENT surgeon, now residing in his hometown, Braemar, with his family. Despite his retirement, severe cases were still brought to him, and major countries would occasionally hire him for complex surgeries.
He was the first person Dr. Mansur and Dr. Imam thought of after conducting Rahane’s final hearing test.
Even Mami had no idea what was happening until the day they were to travel to Abuja for a visa. Dr. Mansur only informed her the night before.
They say the heart has no bones, yet it can break. Mami was human, like any other woman. As soon as she heard about the trip, she felt a terrible pang of unease.
What was Dr. Mansur planning? Why had he not consulted her? He intended to travel with Rahane to Abuja? What did that mean? Did he really plan to take this beautiful young woman and drive off with her? Or was he planning to take her abroad—without any of her maternal or paternal relatives? Did he take her for a fool?
The jealousy and possessiveness on her face were undeniable. The memory of seeing Khalipha embracing Rahane at the hospital flashed before her eyes, along with his strange behavior before he left. So that was it! Love!
Her mind spun, creating scenarios that were far from reality. The father and son both love her! Khalipha must have suffered before leaving because he couldn’t compete with his own father for her affections!
Mami was overwhelmed with fear and confusion. She stood up abruptly and went to her room without saying a word.
At that moment, Dr. Mansur was busy filling out the visa application form on his iPad. When he noticed that Mami had not responded, he looked up and saw her disappearing into her bedroom.
He paused, deep in thought. What had upset her?
Setting his pen down, he got up and followed her. She was sitting on the bed, her head in her hands, her face unreadable.
He sat beside her, their shoulders touching.
“Asma’u Zatun-Nidakaini… The wise daughter of Sayyidina Abu Bakr, who covered herself with two veils while bringing food to the Prophet (S.A.W.) during his migration…”
His voice trailed off when he noticed tears rolling down Mami’s cheeks.
Dr. Mansur was stunned. “What’s wrong, Asma’u? Did I say something to offend you?”