Banana Island Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

She only nodded at him, because something sharp and painful had twisted inside her heart, something that felt like jealousy, ever since he told her he had a wife.

“Do not worry, you can live your life in Banana Island.”

“I am a poor girl. I can never marry a husband who comes from the upper class. So how would I live in Banana Island? A place where if we even try to enter with a bicycle man, they will look at us strangely and refuse us entry...” she said weakly, her eyes filling with tears.

“What changed you so suddenly?”

“Nothing, wallahi... let us go. Take me to my mother and return me to school. We have spent a long time together. I know from today we may never meet again, right? Your wife will not allow it.”

“Hmm... jealousy 😃”

“Jealousy 🤨? Who would I be jealous of?”

“Me, of course.”

She shook her head at him. “No.”

“Alright, enough. You did not even ask me what I was doing in your village, or how I took your mother and brought her to the hospital.”

She rested her chin on her hand and stared at him with eyes heavy with tears. All her strength was gone.

“From the very first day we separated after meeting, I found myself longing only to be with you. Just your appearance fascinated me. Everything about you was beautiful. I wanted to know more about you, but you refused to tell me anything. Because of that, I went to your school and got your biodata. I even went to your village. I had never truly known poverty until that day. I wanted them to let me take your mother to the nearest hospital, but the people in the settlement refused completely. It troubled me deeply, so I went and spoke to the Emir of Gombe, who is my father’s friend. He came personally to your settlement and spoke to them so they would allow me to take your mother away.

“Then they started bombarding me with suspicious questions. Who was I? I told them I was your boyfriend. I felt terrible hearing the way they insulted you, saying you wanted to go into prostitution in Lagos. It hurt me badly. So without thinking too long, I told them that you were the one who asked me to come and ask for your hand in marriage, and that was why I had brought the Emir to serve as my guardian. They did not really believe me, but they still conducted our marriage.

“My only aim was for them to release your mother so we could go, but they said they could not hand her over to me alone. They said I might sell her. They agreed only if all of them would go together. Yes, I promised them that. I carried all of them in one Coaster bus and we entered Gombe town together. But the senior doctor there advised me to bring your mother to India, saying that was where the real specialists were. So I handed the responsibility for their trip to my PA and returned to my work. After one week, all their travel arrangements were completed and they came to India.

“As we speak now, your mother and your entire family are all in this country. Once your mother recovers, they will return home. And Alhamdulillah, the doctor said she is improving, because she can now talk and move her legs. In short, they are giving her passive exercise.”

All through his speech, she sat there in deep shock, saying nothing. Everything he was saying felt like a dream. She kept hoping she would wake up and find herself back on her hostel bed, with all this foolish dreaming gone.

He smiled broadly and blew a little air close to her face, making her start slightly.

“So?”

“Humm.”

“I am sorry I married you without your consent.”

“Adnan, wake me up from this foolish dream.”

“It is not a dream. It is real, babe. And I married you out of love, not out of pity.”

If you want, I can make it more natural and romantic in polished English.