Cuta Ta Dau Cuta Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

All the bride’s escorts could not stop admiring the house she had been brought to. The house was truly full and beautifully furnished. Indeed, the groom had tried, and everyone could only pray that they would live together in peace.

After the usual traditional coming-and-going and the sharing of the gara gifts were completed, everyone went their separate way, leaving the bride with her friends. They were the ones who rearranged the room for her again, and there was plenty of joking, laughter, and playful teasing until everything was back in order.

The bride, however, did not have much strength in her. Nothing caused it except the little fear that every proper bride is known to have on a day like this. Besides, she was not someone who liked too much noise, and even her companions were not strangers, just relatives and neighbors she had grown up with.

After the Maghrib prayer, each of them touched up her makeup again and sat waiting for the groom’s friends. As for those friends, they did not delay at all. A little after the Isha prayer, they arrived at the house.

The bride remained covered up, while the groom, smelling strongly of perfume, moved close to where she was and sat beside his bride as though he wanted to embrace her. She, on the other hand, kept shrinking herself into one corner, as a new bride and a shy guest would. Meanwhile, the groom’s friends kept teasing him with their eyes, and he answered them with little nudges under his gown and quiet smiles.

So they carried out the usual exchanges between the groom’s people and the bride’s people, and by around nine-thirty, the groom, seeing that they had no intention of giving them privacy, narrowed his eyes and sent them all outside.

They came out laughing, while MB, his closest friend, slipped some pills into his hand and handed him his water bottle, winking at him repeatedly and speaking softly:

“Drive carefully, because this is an Arab-made car. If you are not careful, instead of hearing the horn, you will hear Qur’anic recitation.”

They all burst into laughter together. After swallowing the medicine without even asking what it was, he washed it down with water. Then the groom, JJ, said,

“You rascal, my friend, you people are truly the scholars of the world. Even the great leader of the shining ones is under your teaching and cannot go beyond you.”

They laughed again together. MB then moved ahead, adjusting his big gown and saying,

“If there is any problem, just call me early so I can send you a mechanic, and you will have the chance to go out for some evening fresh air. Goodbye, and remember the neighbors, do not let them hear too much…”

He did not finish the sentence; instead, he winked one eye at him as he left through the gate. As for groom JJ, he closed the gate and continued laughing. Before he turned back into the house, his heart was light and joyful, for today was the grand display day of his life.

Shuuu!!

Something brushed past him just as he was reaching for the door handle. At first, he tried to dismiss it as the cool wind that had begun to blow, but then he felt it pass by him again as he tried to push the door open.

He quickly looked to his right and left, but there was nobody there. Pretending not to care, he shrugged and twisted his mouth, then entered the sitting room.

“My bride, you smell wonderful. A dark bride is not bad at all, even if she kills one of the household boys!”

He lined up those words of praise as if he himself had invented them, the words flowing so smoothly from his mouth as though they were songs from a famous praise singer. He did not mind that nobody answered him. He locked the door, even taking time to adjust the curtains properly.

Then he stopped abruptly.

His chest began to pound violently, like the sound of festival drums in the middle of a celebration ground.

The sitting room was empty.

All the decorations that had been used to beautify the room had vanished as though they had never existed, like a strange illusion, with no sign of them at all.

“This is just imagination, JJ. Pull yourself together,” one part of his mind told him.

He swallowed with difficulty and forced out a smile that looked more like crying, trying hard to calm himself. With trembling lips and a shaking mouth, he whispered,

“L-o-v-e,”

spelling it out while squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

Still, there was no answer.

So he forced himself to open one eye, then quickly opened the other and began looking around, swallowing repeatedly in fear.

This time, everything in the sitting room had returned to normal, exactly as it had been before, only the color of the decorations had changed.

“JJ! Happiness is trying to turn your brain upside down. Control yourself.”

He began nodding his head like an old lizard, desperately trying to convince himself, and then, as if pushed by something, he hurried toward the bedroom, glancing back at the sitting room as he went.

His hand almost got cut while trying to close the bedroom door and lock it because of how badly he was shaking.

Enduring the pain in that cut hand, he leaned against the door and let out a deep sigh, the kind that comes when someone escapes something by the narrowest chance.

He remained like that for about a minute before he was finally able to steady himself a little, breathing in broken gasps.

Because the bedroom was designed in such a way that you had to pass through a little corner near the door before reaching the center, due to the bathroom by the side, he had enough chance to wipe away the sweat pouring from him and force himself to calm down before taking another four or five steps forward.

The bedroom was large, and the furniture was beautiful. The bride’s parents had also done their part well. He tried not to look around too much because of what he had just left behind, so he went straight toward the bed, certain that he would find his shy and calm bride there.

He sat down and said,

“Sorry, my Love, for leaving you alone. I was just sending away those troublesome boys. You know when MB and his friends are around, a person’s mouth never gets to rest—”

He could not finish the sentence because of what his eyes suddenly saw.

There on the bed was a huge twisted black snake, decorated with bright reddish markings that shone like electric bulbs. This was not a creature from folktales or games. Not even in Indian films about snake people had he ever seen such a huge snake.

His whole body began to shake violently like a spinning top, until he started sliding off the bed toward the floor without even realizing it.

Just as he was about to hit the ground, he felt someone catch him.

“Are you okay? What happened? Why are you shaking like this and trying to fall to the floor?”

It was the calm voice of his bride entering his ears, while her soft palm, the same hand whose touch had remained in his heart since he held it at dinner the day before, was now holding him again.

Almost at the same time, both of them fell to the floor, because he had already lost balance completely and his full weight had come forward.

The moment she landed against his body, he let out a terrible scream like someone suddenly woken from sleep with cold water. He twisted and convulsed with fear, his entire body trembling.

Softly, she cried out,

“Ah! D, you will make me break my awazzu.”

Before today, whenever he heard her sweet voice, he used to feel like the luckiest man in the world. But today, instead of that, his body only shook more and more, and sweat covered him completely as if he had just come out of a bath.

He sprang up suddenly like someone startled awake and began looking around wildly.

There was absolutely nothing on the bed.

Instead, the bed was only beautifully arranged in a special way, with pillows lined up neatly on it as though—

The passage cuts off there. If you want, I can continue in the same smooth English style for the next part too.