Me & My Lion Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Before he continued speaking, he said,

“You’ve made me happy, my little sister. I welcome you into a new life with your elder brother—a life I never imagined living with any woman in this world, because none ever stood before me. Then one day, right in the middle of everything, you broke down this wall of mine and illuminated my life with happiness and pleasure. You confirmed to me that I am a complete man and truly a husband. Truly, this memory will never be erased from the life of Lieutenant Musayyeer, and you have made history in my life. I am very proud of you, Khadeeja.”

He finished his words by placing a kiss on her forehead and gently rubbing her back.

From the depths of her heart, Failusha felt a wave of relief and pleasure. She felt an indescribable sweetness within her—clearly, her brother still loved her, and she had finally gained control over him. But she would not yet give him the chance to correct the mistake of neglecting her; later on, she planned to make him suffer even more until he was completely entangled and unable to escape, confusing his mind. Before that time came, she had already dealt with those other overly familiar women who used to trail after him.

Lost in her thoughts, she rubbed her nose against his chest, which was full of strength and firmness. Then she slowly began to move her legs, calling his name with soft, teasing tones like a pampered child:

“Uhm, my Lion… uhnm.”

“Oh, my Lusha, what is it?”

“Uhnm, it’s not your fault.”

“Then whose fault is it?”

“Uhnm, uhnm… it’s you who caused this little swelling here; it hurts me, uhm, uhm…”

“Oh my Lord, was it me? I’m so sorry, my Lush. Was it my Lion who did this to you? Alright, let it be—I’ll make it up to you, okay? Come, let’s go take a bath and then sleep, my baby lion,” he said, full of longing and affection.

Without waiting for her response, he lifted her up and headed toward the bathroom. He bathed her gently with warm water, caring for her tenderly. She clung to him, making small whimpering sounds—telling him where it hurt, here and there. Alas, how the world turns! Today, it was Lieutenant Musayyeer Mahabub Shattima soothing a woman, struggling to comfort her like a delicate baby doll.

After finishing the bath with great effort, his thoughts drifted—if it were someone else entirely, it would have been something else altogether. He smiled when he remembered what he had felt against her body without even taking charge. Immediately, a voice in his heart whispered, any day you enter Shattima, there is trouble. He smiled again, no longer looking like the stern soldier who frightened people.

And so they finished bathing. He carried her out, dried their bodies, and applied his cool, pleasant perfumes on them. Then they lay down, he pulled the blanket over them and drew her close, both filled with desire and affection. Dawn broke upon the new lovers. 💓

Kano

Three of them were sitting in the parlor—two girls and one young man—watching until 12:00 a.m. Then a woman stepped out in her long hijab, a mature woman of about fifty-two years. She looked at the children, turned off the television, and returned to them. Looking at the eldest among them, she said,

“Munira, even you, with your sense—will you follow them and be watching at this hour? Wouldn’t it be better if you went to read, or even pray voluntary prayers, if you’re not sleepy?”

“Allah, Mama, we’re not sleepy. And it’s Mubarak who turned on the TV,” said the youngest among them, Rukayya, since Munira herself said nothing.

“Alright, I’ve heard you. Get up and go to bed,” she said, pulling Rukayya to her feet.

They all stood up and went to their rooms, while she headed to her own room. As soon as they entered, Munira pulled Rukayya aside and said,

“Sometimes, when Mama is acting a certain way, you’d swear she truly loves us…”

“Does Mama not love us, Anty Munira?”

“She loves us only because everything done in this house is decided by her—didn’t you hear? If she doesn’t say something should be done, then it won’t be done. And whenever she speaks like that, Umma obeys her like a servant.”

Rukayya said nothing further, because she did not fully understand where Munira’s words were leading. But in that house, it wasn’t only Munira and Mubarak who noticed the way Mama looked at them.