Sakon So Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Since he entered their estate, he noticed a married man standing in front of a massive house, with three soldiers standing there with him. One look at the man and you could tell they were age mates, except that the man looked much older, with grey hair all over his face. He let out a quiet sigh, then drove up to the front of the house without turning off the car. He rolled down the car window, and the soldiers immediately saluted him, saying, “Sir!” He only nodded calmly without replying, then fixed his gaze on the man who hurried toward the car. There was no trace of mercy on his face. Without wasting time, without greeting him or saying sorry, the man angrily said:

“Alhaji Imrana, I told you to stop coming between me and my son, but you refused. I agree that at that time I ran away and left them. You were the one who enrolled him in school and all that. But now I am back, and my son doesn’t want anything to do with me. Imagine, I am Arif’s father, I stand there in the mosque, yet he does not even look at me because of you. He trembles and follows you as if he has seen a king. Stop coming between me and my son. Allow me to be his father.”

All through the speech, he just looked at him. When the man finished, his expression did not change at all. He simply said, “Goodbye, Arif’s father,” then rolled the car window back up. The gate was opened for him, and he drove into his huge house, leaving the man outside pointing at himself and saying, “You are trying to act proud toward me?”

The soldiers kept staring at him, wishing they could beat him up, but one look from their boss was enough to warn them not to mind him. Their guest had already done whatever he wanted and left.

He drove slowly toward the line of cars, nearly twelve of them parked inside the compound, then parked and turned off the engine. He sat in the car for almost five minutes as if he did not want to come out. Then he slowly opened the door, stepped out, shut it, and started walking into the house.

The workers inside, busy with their chores, greeted him, and he responded only by nodding. He reached a large beautiful flat inside the compound, opened the door gently, and stepped in. Five little children, none older than three, four, or five years old, were jumping around. The moment they saw him, they all became quiet and sat down together on the floor. In their childish boldness, they said, “Abee, Assalamu Alaikum.”

He closed the door, turned, and looked at them. A small smile appeared on his face, and calmly he said, “Wa alaikumus salam, children.”

Then he walked into the huge sitting room where a very large family picture frame hung on the wall. It showed an old woman who looked about seventy years old, with him standing beside her. From the way his face looked stiff, you could tell he did not like the photo at all. There were also three older women who looked like him, two men who were clearly his younger brothers, and many children in the frame.

He sat down on the chair and looked at the children, who were all staring at him. It was only then that he remembered he had not brought them anything. That was so unlike him; he had forgotten because he had been in such a hurry. This time he smiled slightly, then stretched out his hands and said, “Come here.”

As if they had been waiting for that, they all ran toward him. He smiled calmly and said, “I will carry everyone one after the other, okay?”

They all nodded. He picked up the oldest one, who was about five years old, and said, “Muhammad.” The boy burst into laughter. Then he picked up the second and said, “Faisal.” He lifted the girl and said, “Nana,” then put her down and carried the other girl, saying, “Miemie.” Finally, he picked up the youngest one, who was two years old, and said, “Anees…”

He suddenly went quiet because of the heat he felt on the little girl’s body. Quickly he touched her forehead, and feeling the warmth, he looked at Muhammad and said, “Call Aneesarh’s mom.”

The boy quickly ran to the kitchen. Not even a second after he entered, a grown woman wearing an apron came out hurriedly, holding him, and said, “Yaya Imran, you are back.”

Before he could say anything, a fair young lady of about twenty-one came rushing out of the kitchen in great excitement. Even though Aneesarh was in his arms, she still came to his side and hugged him in a special way, saying, “Abee, Assalamu Alaikum.”

He gave her a small smile and looked at her face, then said, “Wa alaikumus salam, Kausar. Where is your headscarf?”

He said this while looking at her head. She had no scarf on; her hair was styled with one half done and the other half undone. She widened her eyes, then turned and ran upstairs. He watched her go, then turned his attention back to his younger sister and said, “Why is Aneesarh’s body hot?”

Almost in tears, the mother said, “Honestly, there is nothing I have not done, but she refused to take her medicine, Ya Imran.”

He looked at Aneesarh’s face as she stared at him, then said to her mother, “Bring me the medicine.”

She hurried upstairs, smiling so much. She had never seen someone whom children both loved deeply and feared so much like Ya Imran. Once he entered the house, everyone became calm, yet at the same time they were all so happy to see him.

She came back down carrying children’s ibuprofen in her hand. She stood before him, opened the medicine, measured 5ml into the spoon, handed it to him, and said, “May Allah make her take it. I hope she does not vomit it on you, Ya Imran, or stain your body.”

He took it, then looked at Aneesarh, who was staring at him. He smiled a little and gently said, “Opeeen…”

He opened his mouth slightly, and the little girl immediately opened hers too and said, “Opeeen…”

He carefully put the medicine into her mouth with so much care and love, as if he were handling an egg. The little girl quickly swallowed it. He smiled at her and said, “Good job, Aneesarh,” then held her close against his body as she snuggled into him while he stroked her gently.

He then raised his head and looked at her mother, who was watching them with a broad smile, and asked, “Hajiya and the others have not returned from the wedding house yet?”

She nodded and said, “Yes, but we just spoke on the phone now. They are on their way. Aunty Binta also arrived earlier with her husband.”

He nodded without saying anything, so she asked, “Should I bring you tea or coffee, Yaya?”

He shook his head and said, “No, later.”

She nodded and turned back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

Just then, Kausar came back downstairs wearing a cap. Looking at her father, she said, “Abee, I have worn it.”

He looked at her and nodded. She happily ran into the kitchen. Aneesarh’s mother, who was taking a pot off the fire, asked, “What is it?”

Kausar laughed and came close to her, saying, “I am happy that Abee is back. You see, he will help me finish my hair.”

Aneesarh’s mother glared at her and said, “You, don’t you know you are grown now, Kausar? Every day your father goes out to work and comes back, and once he enters this house, you make him do your own work for you. Did you not hear what Hajiya told you? You trouble your father too much.”

Pouting sweetly, Kausar said, “But he is my father.”

The way she said it made Aneesarh’s mother laugh. Then she said, “May Allah guide you. Where is Abdallah? Hasn’t he come back from his lectures yet?”

Kausar quickly replied, “He has classes from four to six. Honestly, I can never study Medicine. It is such a stressful course.”

And so they continued chatting while they cooked delicious food together.