Gidan Aunty Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

TAHEE!!! TAHEE!!!

“Yes, Oumma!” shouted a young girl. From just one glance, you could tell she wasn’t older than 16 or 17. She came out of a door—you could tell it led from the kitchen—her face slightly dusted with flour from some mishap.

“Your father will be back soon, and you know if he comes and finds you like this, he’ll be furious, right? Today will be a bad day for all of us! Please, Oumma, bear with me a little—I’m almost done. TAHEER is waiting to help us…”

She hadn’t even finished speaking when someone entered the room without greeting. They all turned their attention to the door.

Another girl, also not older than 15 or 16, stood there, snapping her fingers like an adult, glaring. TAHEE widened her eyes, anxious about what this visitor, Ameerah, might do. She already knew her arrival wasn’t going to bring good news.

In her mind, TAHEE thought, Maryam and TAHEE… “Come, father is calling…” she hadn’t even finished saying it before the harsh voices from outside reached them. She let out a loud, piercing cry as she rushed forward.

TAHEER and TAHEERA were standing, both letting out frustrated sighs. TAHEER spoke first:

“How many times must I tell you? Every time you show your stubbornness, leave her outside before entering the room. You’re acting without respect, like a child without manners!”

Ameerah could only cry; the harsh scolding was too much for her. She clutched her chest and left the room quickly.

Oumma looked at them with a mix of frustration and care:

“How many times must I warn you to show respect to the people in this house? Do you want to see me angry?”

TAHEER and TAHEERA pressed their ears together as if in unison:

“Oumma, we’re sorry, we won’t do it again.”

She knew their nature, and with a wag of her head, she watched them smile, knowing they weren’t truly angry.

She grabbed their hands and brought them together outside.

“TAHEE!!”

“Yes, Oumma,” TAHEERA replied.

She turned to TAHEER and called his name. He responded, looking at her.

Oumma exhaled deeply before speaking in a calm voice:

“God gave me all of you. I don’t want you to get angry easily. Even when I’m upset, I want you to love one another. Be patient and humble. Especially you, TAHEER—you get angry fastest.”

TAHEER smiled, slightly embarrassed, “Oumma, I’m sorry.”

She teased him playfully, “You’re the hardest one to forgive here.”

TAHEERA added, joining their eyes and voices together:

“Oumma, we’re sorry, we won’t do it again.”

Oumma shook her head silently. They wasted no time hugging her. She brought them close together, holding both in her arms.

While they were seated like this, there was a loud bang at the door. They all froze. It was no one but their father, fuming, and their mother holding Ameerah tightly.

He didn’t hesitate; he struck Oumma:

“Maryam, how many times must I tell you to stay out of trouble? Why don’t you listen? I’ve had enough of your behavior! Pack your things—I’m sending you away!”

Before he left, he added angrily, “I don’t want to see your face again around my children!” Then he stormed off.

Their mother stepped forward, trying to calm the situation, and called Ameerah to her side. She had to finish instructing her daughter before they could leave.

Oumma sank to the ground, her heart breaking at the pain in her family. She cried openly. TAHEE also fell to the floor, sobbing heavily. TAHEER did his best to comfort them, though it pained him deeply to see their mother struck before their eyes.

“I miss you, Abbu! God keep you, Abbu!” he cried as well.

They cried together for almost fifteen minutes. When the sobs subsided, Oumma finally stopped her own crying and began comforting them.

Seeing them calm, she stood up, went into the room, and packed their belongings into bags. She also arranged for TAHEER to bring a car to carry their things. Soon enough, they were ready to leave, aided by a helper because their father had stepped out.

Meanwhile, their mother and a friend laughed as they packed the rest of the house. When everything was ready, they stepped outside. Oumma made sure that not even a single utensil or item was left behind.

Outside, they saw their mother laughing, teasing, and joking with her friend. Even Ameerah, who should have been disciplined, was laughing, calling the other kids names in a teasing way.

TAHEER and TAHEERA stood aside, full of suppressed anger, knowing if they confronted Ameerah, they wouldn’t hold back.

Oumma, sensing their frustration, grabbed their hands and led them out. She wondered where they would go to stay.

They had no choice but to go to Bunkure. Though she wasn’t afraid, Oumma worried about what hardships awaited the children. Seeing their standing, she could tell it would be difficult. Negotiating with the driver over the fare, she gave 7k. The driver protested, and she insisted on 6k.

She glanced at TAHEE and TAHEERA as they entered the car, their bodies tense. The thing they hated most was leaving their mother behind in Bunkure, yet they had no choice. Without delay, they began the journey, each lost in their own thoughts.