Auren Fari Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She truly panicked. “Oh my God, I didn’t see!” she cried, stepping back to run—but he grabbed her hand.

Asma’u snapped at her, “Haba Umaimah, are you blind?”

She struggled hard to free herself, but he held her firmly. Without saying a word, he pulled off her veil with his other hand and began wiping the plates and the soup that had spilled on him, continuing to clean himself.

His whole body burned with anger. This girl has caused me a loss—but I’ll deal with her today.

The wedding activities came to a sudden halt. Everyone’s attention shifted to them—exactly what he hated most. His anger intensified.

“Pick up the plates! Why are you just standing there?”

She looked at herself—how could she pass through the crowd of people without her veil? What kind of humiliation was this? And her clothes clung tightly to her body.

He barked again, “Didn’t you hear me?!”

She bent down to gather the dishes. He flicked her head covering, and the small decorative beads in her hair scattered everywhere. She quickly stood up, ready to rain insults on him, but he said calmly, “Cover yourself with the veil. I removed it because it wasn’t soaking the soup properly, and there was no towel to clean up. Your clothes look like a blanket.”

Suddenly, she felt herself pulled forcefully. Turning, she saw Fiddausi.

“Haba Umaimah! Do you even know whose clothes you just ruined? Come on, let’s get a towel from the car and clean him up.”

She followed quickly, bareheaded, her eyes filled with furious tears.

No matter how much people urged him to go change his clothes, he refused, saying he would wait until the event ended. Anger burned inside him, though his face remained composed as always.

“Please, Aunty Fiddausi, lend me your headscarf so I can cover up. I can’t pass through people like this.”

Fiddausi was about to remove hers, but surprisingly, she wasn’t even wearing one. Umaimah climbed back up and saw her veil and head covering at his feet—he was using them to wipe the remaining soup.

The wedding resumed, but when she returned, the bride’s attention shifted back to them. She handed him the towel and glared at him.

“You can’t even clean him properly? What’s wrong with you today, UMAIMAH?”

He repeated her name bitterly in his heart. Umaimah.

She bent down and began wiping him. He deliberately drank more soup. When she noticed Asma’u’s attention drift elsewhere, she scooped more soup and poured it over the parts that weren’t stained yet—rubbing it in with the towel.

He stared at her in shock. Does this girl even know who I am?

She kept soaking him with soup, wiping, then pouring more.

As she finished and tried to stand up, he suddenly pushed her down hard. Turning to his friend, he said casually, “If you’re not eating that meat, give it to me.”

He took it without even looking at her, watching the dancers instead. Each time she tried to stand, he pressed her shoulder down. Then, seeing everyone distracted by the dancers, he slipped his hand to the front of her dress, opened it slightly, and poured the remaining soup directly into her exposed chest.

Then he released her.

She fell backward heavily.

He turned away as if nothing had happened.

Someone nearby glanced at her. “Easy! Stand up.”

She struggled to her feet. Soup trickled down inside her dress, soaking her clothes and filling her bra with meat and sauce.

Tears streamed down her face. What kind of humiliation is this?

Seeing her cry brought a strange satisfaction to him. Now he felt her anger.

She walked out to the courtyard, crying. Fiddausi stopped her, scolding, “Umaimah! Look at how you ruined the headscarf!”

She looked at it—completely soaked in soup. Without responding, she snatched it and walked away.

Behind the hall, she crouched down and cried bitterly. No veil, no head covering. She had reached her limit.

As darkness began to fall and people started leaving, she pressed herself against the wall.

“I’ll wait until everyone leaves, then I’ll go back and pick my veil from the soup and wear it. But I can’t pass those people like this,” she whispered tearfully.

“Whoever he is in this town, I swear I’ll repay this humiliation,” she muttered angrily.

Inside the hall, his friends kept urging him to leave, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t pass through the crowd like this—not with his reputation and status in the town.

He frowned. “I told you, go. I’ll come later. I’ve called for another car. Use the one we came with; the key is here.”

“Okay, you can go. I’ll come later,” he insisted.

They tried to argue, but he cut them off. “Please, leave me. You’re only increasing my stress.”

Reluctantly, they left.

The bride and groom approached him anxiously. He smiled slightly.

“Don’t worry. I can’t leave like this. I’ll go once everyone’s gone.”

He turned to Asma’u. “Don’t worry about what your sister did.”

“She’s not my sister, sir. She’s our neighbor’s daughter, but she comes to our house to work.”

“Work? She’s a maid?” he repeated inwardly.

“…Whatever. It’s nothing. I’ve called someone to pick me up.”

They left.

Meanwhile, Umaimah peeked and saw the last car leaving just as another one drove in. Two soldiers stepped out of it.

Panicked, she rushed into the hall. He was just about to stand when he saw her. His heart told him she had come for her veil. Quickly, he grabbed both the veil and headscarf and stuffed them into his pocket—even though they were soaked with soup.

But she barely paid him attention. She was already terrified—the night had fallen, and the place was nearly empty. She searched frantically, her eyes darting around.

He stood there, waiting to see if she would speak to him—but instead, she turned to leave.

He jumped forward and grabbed her.

As if waiting for that moment, she flared up. “What are you? A demon? My voice is louder than you! What do I have to do with you? Today I’ve seen real trouble!”

“Trouble? I swear today I’ll deal with you!” he snapped, dragging her outside while looking around anxiously.

Suddenly, she spotted the edge of her veil sticking out of his pocket.

She looked at him carefully—he was clearly losing control because of anger. So what will he do to me?

Seeing the two soldiers approaching, she suddenly sank her teeth into his finger as if to tear it off.

He screamed, “Aaaah!”

He released her instantly.

She dashed toward the gate at full speed.