Kida A Ruwa Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Because there wasn’t much of a ceremony, the house was quiet—no noise, no crowd. It was mostly Gwaggo Khadijah and just a few people from Kano who had come.

Right after the night prayer (Isha’i), the brides were taken to their respective sections. Since they had been brought earlier, they were kept in Mammah’s section until the wedding ended.

When it was already 10 p.m. and neither Ma’aruff nor Ja’afar had shown up, Mammah called Bilal to ask about them.

He replied, “Mammah, they’re in their room. And it doesn’t even seem like they have any intention of going to their section. I barely managed to get them to bathe and change clothes.”

Mammah smiled faintly, shaking her head as she suppressed her worry. “Call them on the phone.”

Bilal agreed and headed toward Ma’aruff’s room, which was close to his and Ammar’s. He knocked first, and only entered after they gave permission, greeting them as he stepped in.

Mammah, who was listening, said, “Put the phone on speaker.”

He did as instructed and told her he had done so.

Immediately, she called out, “Ma’aruff! Ja’afar!”

They both responded at the same time. They were sitting side by side on the edge of the bed.

“Do you really think what you’re about to do is right?” she said.

“Don’t forget, they now have rights over you. If you neglect even one, Allah will question you. What you are doing will not bring Imran and Muhammad back to us. Why can’t we accept destiny and be patient? Prayer is the cure for everything. So I am ordering you—get up and go. Let Bilal and Ammar escort you there, and return in the morning…”

Ma’aruff, his eyes filled with tears and his voice choked, said, “But Mammah…”

“I don’t want to hear anything. Just get up and go. Bilal, you and Ammar should escort them.”

“Yes, Mammah.”

Bilal replied, wiping the tears that had filled his eyes. Ja’afar was also crying, and Ma’aruff turned his face away, quietly wiping his own tears.

What weighed heavily on their hearts was the memory of how they had planned this day with excitement—together with their father and their brother Imran. But now everything had happened without them, even though they were alive and in the same town. Destiny had simply placed a barrier between them.

They had no choice but to obey Mammah’s order. They had already bathed and were dressed in matching sleepwear, as they had no need for other clothes.

Ammar, who hadn’t been in good health since the decision involving their father was made, struggled to follow them, but did so because of Mammah’s command.

Ma’aruff, being the eldest, led the way. They first went to his section—a beautifully furnished sitting room filled with comfort and luxury. The air carried the scent of new furniture, perfume, and fresh paint.

At the door of the bedroom, certain that Lailah was inside, he knocked. Without waiting for her response, he opened the door slightly and peeked in.

Seeing her sitting on the large bed prepared for her made him release a soft breath. Then he opened the door fully, greeting her as he entered. He didn’t wait for her reply but turned to look at Ja’afar and the others standing behind.

He gestured for them to come in. They greeted her, and she responded, then they all entered.

He sat at the edge of the bed beside her, while the others sat on the sofa in the room.

Even though they were older than her, she was like a younger sister to them—she and Imran shared the same parents, and she was the youngest. But today, for the first time, they greeted her in her new position—as their brother’s wife.