Inda Rai Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Her voice came out weak from deep in her throat as she said, “Tajj, please forgive me. I repent, please forgive me. If you do not forgive me, then I am under the anger of my Lord.”

He let out a soft breath and replied gently, “Ma’eeshah, what have you done to me that makes you think I would not forgive you?”

Her eyes trembled, and seeing that tears had already begun to fall from his eyes, she said in a shaky voice, “I keep making you cry. I have failed to become a righteous wife to you. I know that if you do not forgive me, then Allah will not forgive me either.”

Quickly, he pulled her onto his lap and held her close. In a calm voice he said, “Do not cry. I forgave you even before you could wrong me, let alone now when you have not. It is I who failed to be patient enough to suppress my desires, desires that cause strain on both body and heart until they bring tears. Yes, it is true, I am full of longing, because this is no small test for me.”

Softly she said, “In sha Allah, I intend to relieve you of this suffering.”

Feeling a great wave of happiness, he said, “For now, come down so we can have breakfast. Look, it is already past twelve.”

When they finished eating, she cleaned up the place.

As she slowly turned toward him, intending to sit down, she saw that he had stood up and was pointing at his wristwatch. It was one o’clock and a few seconds past.

“The journey will take us 40 minutes to get to where we will board the ship. We should arrive around quarter to two, then pray Zuhr and combine it with Asr as travelers, because by exactly three o’clock our ship will depart.”

She looked at him with a troubled expression, worried that they might leave Jordan before she had fulfilled the promise she made to Aunty Garkuwa.

He gently stroked her cheeks and asked, “Have you ever been on a ship?”

Softly she replied, “I have only seen it in films. Titanic.”

Looking into her eyes, he said, “Then today you will ride one, and it is as big as the one you saw in the film.”

Softly she said, “Tajj, let us wait until—”

He placed his palm over her mouth and pressed his index finger to his lips. That made her swallow the rest of her words.

He gathered all their belongings himself and put them into a bag, then they left.

When they arrived at the large boat that would take them to Qatar, Ishma was overwhelmed by the size of the ship. And when they entered, the things she saw amazed her even more: a small market area, vehicles moving inside the ship, a special hotel section, a hospital, guards, restaurants, and even a shopping mall.

They were taken to a grand private guest room, spacious and beautifully decorated like a luxurious hotel suite or a royal chamber. It was filled with rich furnishings and comforts. There was a large peacock-shaped bed, and around the room were heart-shaped decorations made with red flowers. On the bed, too, flowers had been arranged into the shape of a heart, with the words: “I Love You.”

There was also the cool breeze of the sea entering through the windows, along with a lovely scent that brought peace and calm. She looked at him in amazement. “Masha Allah, Tajj.”

With a warm, loving smile he said, “I did it because of your happiness, my wife.”

She closed her eyes briefly and tilted her head a little, then breathed out softly. “When did you do all this without me knowing?”

He shrugged and slightly pursed his lips. “It is a secret. But tell me, does it please you?”

“Of course, Tajj, it pleases me. It feels like an interesting Indian film or a Hollywood movie. I’m very excited to—”

He gently interrupted her as he drew closer. “Don’t worry. Today is special, because today I have prepared to welcome Afisha.”

She let out a quick breath, suddenly overcome by weakness and by the intensity of the love she felt for him spreading through every part of her body.

“Thank you, Abu Afisha,” she said softly.

“You are welcome, Oum Afisha,” he replied gently.

Slowly she walked into the room, leaving him standing there watching the graceful movement of her body. Under his breath he murmured, “Everything is complete here.”

Ishmah set down her small handbag on the table and turned back to look at him, and they both smiled. Just as he had surprised her with the way he arranged the room, he surprised her again after she went into the bathroom. By the time she came out, he had lit candles and turned off the main light, leaving only the glow from the window and the candles. She admired the beauty of it very much.

He came up behind her and rested his head on her shoulder, then said, “Be happy, Ma’eeshan Tajj. Look, there is a red dress there—wear it, and you will enjoy the weather and the breeze even more.”

She only nodded because of the strange weakness his breath stirred within her.

Then, hearing a knock at the door, he moved away and opened it calmly.

A few moments later he returned carrying a beautiful basket, apparently filled with food, drinks, and some covered items.

As he set it down, he came a little closer and looked at her carefully. “Have you done ablution?”

She nodded, almost stiffly.

He smiled with meaning and went into the bathroom, while inwardly she felt fear rise like dust in the wind.

As for Ishmah, she slowly exhaled, feeling that perhaps no woman was more fortunate than she was to have a husband like her Tajj.

She tilted her head slightly and inhaled the pleasant air. Then she went to their box, took out a very soft red dress, and set it aside. She took out her cream and gently applied it. Comfort and calm entered her, and her heart felt light. She knew this feeling had much to do with how Tajj had decorated the room, and also with the fact that she was now on a ship with the man her heart completely belonged to.

After finishing, she stood up and glanced toward the bathroom where he was bathing. Then she picked up the dress, though she felt shy because it was sleeveless and a bit open at the top. She closed her eyes, remembering that he had asked her to wear it, then let out a breath and put it on. After that she sprayed herself with her sweet perfume, arranged her hair, and then put on her hijab, breathing slowly because she knew they were still to pray Zuhr and Asr as he had said earlier at home.

Then she closed her eyes for a moment, feeling her heartbeat increasing. She could tell that Tajj himself was trembling from all the effort he had put into making this day special. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the heart-shaped decoration that had been made, so captivating that it drew all her attention.

Then she looked toward the bathroom door, and quickly stood up to stand by the window, her mind fixed on the water outside. Soon she felt his hand on her shoulder after catching the scent of his bath soap and perfume. Behind her, the wind blew against them, and the fragrances of their bodies and the room created a cool, soothing atmosphere filled with peace and delight.

“Ma’eesha, shall we pray?” he said close to her ear.

She nodded.

Then he said, “Let me get dressed.”

She nodded again and turned slowly, watching the calm way he prepared himself. It fascinated her deeply.

When she saw that he was about to remove his trousers, she quickly turned away. At that very moment he lifted his head, only to catch her reaction. Seeing her turn, he gave a mischievous smile and said, “Hmmm, shyness? Today it has no place between us.”

She smiled at his words while watching the waves rise and fall beautifully.

“I have finished dressing. Come and see whether I have hidden what you are afraid of,” he said teasingly.

When she turned, their eyes met. She saw him run his tongue over his lips, and a strange feeling rushed through her from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, making her lower her gaze.

He shook his head slightly, spread out the prayer mat for them, and called the iqamah. She came and stood beside him, following him in prayer.

They prayed Zuhr and then Asr.

After they had completed their remembrance, he said, “Bismillah, get up, let us pray a voluntary prayer.”

She lowered her head slightly and said, “But it is already Asr time.”

Adjusting his stance, he replied, “Yes, I know. Get up, it is only a two-rakah voluntary prayer.”

She nodded and stood.

When they finished, he raised his hands and made supplication for them, and she answered with “Amin, Amin,” feeling peace and comfort.

After wiping over his face at the end of the prayer, he turned slightly toward her.

She lowered her gaze again, while Tajj slowly moved closer until his knees touched hers. Gently he placed his hand upon her head, his middle finger on one side, his thumb on the other.

“Hhhhhhhm,” she let out softly from deep within herself because of the powerful sensation that ran through her.

Tajj closed his eyes, feeling the pulse at her forehead beat strongly. Then he began reciting the supplication taught by the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him) for a husband on the first nights of marriage before being intimate with his wife:

“Allahumma inni as’aluka min khairiha wa khaira ma jabaltaha alaihi, wa a’udhu bika min sharriha wa sharri ma jabaltaha alaihi.”

Meaning: “O Allah, I ask You for her goodness and the goodness You created in her, and I seek refuge in You from her evil and the evil You created in her.”

Benefit of the supplication: If it is recited, Allah will fill the love between you completely and protect your marriage from devils and evil people.

He leaned back slightly against the bed and opened his eyes. Then he pulled the bowl of fruits toward himself from the basket.

When he noticed that she seemed about to rise, he said, “What are you doing?”

Softly she replied, “I feel sleepy.”

He shook his head and gestured for her to sit beside him, so she returned and sat down.

He took out a mug from the basket. It contained a cold mixture of milk, honey, and grapes. He stirred it with a teaspoon, then handed it to her and said in a commanding tone, “Drink.”

Seeing that he was serious, she lowered her head and drank more than half, then handed it back saying, “My stomach is full.”

She spoke while feeling the coldness of the mug in her hand, while the richness of the milk, the sweetness of the honey, and the taste of the grapes lingered on her tongue.

He moved closer and said, “Sorry, but you still have to finish it.”

Filled with a little fear of him, she said, “But you have not even drunk any. You drink it then.”

He moved even closer and said in a soft, melting voice, “My girl, if I drink this, you will not be able to bear me.”