Sanadin Boko Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Abubakar’s body was trembling. When they got into the car, Hashim sat in the back, while Sagir drove.

He said, “Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un… I’ve really fallen into temptation. Was Hafsat really a harlot?” He buried his head in his hands.

Hashim said, “Cool down, my bro. Take it easy.”

Abubakar replied, “Hashim, don’t tell me to take it easy. You know the promise I made to Lamido before they agreed to my marrying her, and even now I am under strict rules. What do you think will happen if they investigate and discover this problem?”

Sagir said, “But maybe she hasn’t done anything wrong. Right now, all signs suggest she’s not involved in anything improper.”

Abubakar said, “I have a fever, take me to the hospital.”

Hashim said, “Please, Hamma, calm down. What kind of hospital?!”

He said, “Sagir, please, we have to go. I feel feverish.”

Sagir replied, “I think we should go to Rahama’s place. We’ll find out the truth there.”

Abubakar said, “Please, stop telling me anything. I don’t love her. I won’t marry a harlot.” Eventually, exhaustion took him, and they went to the doctor’s office after answering his call.

After sitting down, he looked at them with a tense expression. He was in a state of worry that had swollen his heart and frightened him. He paused, then continued, telling them he would rest for a few days to avoid anything that could trigger his stress. He knew he had to avoid anything that might disturb him.

They said, “Insha Allah, you will be taken care of.”

They returned to him, slowly bringing up the topic of Hafsat.

Sagir said, “I thought Hafsat acted like this to make Abubakar break up with her.”

Hashim said, “Really? I think the breakup wouldn’t happen without a fight. Our parents wouldn’t agree to this marriage.”

Sagir replied, “But Abubakar will be in trouble if you consider how deeply he loves her. Look at him now—don’t you see how fragile he is? He could even die. It would be easier for him if he had to marry a harlot. Our family has pride; this marriage would be the first to disgrace us, and if it causes a problem, it will be used as a precedent against future generations.”

Sagir said, “Exactly.”

Around 11 o’clock, Sagir went to the car to get the prayer mat, then returned.

Around 4 a.m., Abubakar woke up. His body felt stiff, his head and chest heavy. He put his hand on his chest but couldn’t remember what had happened at all. Yet his heart could not accept it, not even as a rumor.

He muttered out loud, “Hafsat! Hafsat!! Harlot!!!”

He turned and lay on his right arm. “Allah, take away my love for her, for I am extremely jealous of her.”

Indeed, he was very possessive. Remembering that she had ever been married made him shiver inside. He thought, I am her first husband! But it wasn’t like that. She, Dattice, Bolace, or any scoundrel could sully her.

He turned again. He knew that when he loved something, he loved it as if it were his life. But if he saw it would give him trouble, he would let go. He knew that by tomorrow, she would be out of his mind.

While he was lost in these thoughts, he heard the call to prayer from the hospital mosque. He reached out and touched Hashim, who was leaning on a chair asleep. Hashim opened his eyes.

Abubakar said in Fulfude, “The prayer has been called.” He tried to stand but felt weak. After some effort, Hashim helped him up. He went to the toilet, washed himself, and performed ablution seated because he couldn’t stand. After completing the prayer, the doctor came in, wrapping him with a blanket, and wondered why he had poured cold water over himself earlier that morning.

When Sagir arrived at Rahama’s house, she was sitting there, exhausted from staying up all night. She looked at him and asked, “Hafsat’s relative?”

He sat down and said, “Bring me water to drink.”

She gave him water, and he drank while staring at her.

“Isn’t Hafsat your relative?” he asked.

She replied, “What do you mean?”

He said, “She told us she is a harlot and lives on her own.”

Rahama sighed in astonishment. “Who told Hafsat to speak such nonsense about herself?”

He said, “Here’s Abubakar in the hospital bed, all because of what she said.”

Rahama asked, “And?”

He said, “So what’s her story? I know you know everything since she said that. Now you alone must confront her in front of Abubakar. Once the words are out, they’re out.”

Rahama said, “Tomorrow you will let me go to her house to talk. If she gives me permission, then you’ll hear everything. I think she said that to make him break up with her.”

Sagir said, “Even if they break up, they’ll suffer. She’s also stressed right now, even though I didn’t know before.”

Rahama returned home, and Shadad saw her lying on the mat, clearly hungry or unwell. She asked, “No school today? Where’s your aunt?”

He said, “She’s inside.”

Seeing her condition, Rahama was scared. She called Sagir, telling him to wake her and take her to the hospital. She said, “No, let her die, but the child must be safe.” She instructed, “Go to Kaduna, where I told you when I was explaining my story, you’ll find my parents. Even if you don’t, tell them I sent you. Show them that he knows my family too.”

Rahama said, “Hafsat, this isn’t a deadly sickness; it’s a matter of loving Abubakar. Insha Allah, you’ll find him.” She left, and Sagir had to persuade her to follow because of the strong words he said to her.

At the hospital they went to, the doctor examined him, saying his heart was affected and his hearing heightened. From there, Sagir went to Abubakar’s room and found Hashim on the phone, while Abubakar lay down. They greeted each other. Then Sagir went to Abubakar and shook his hand.

Even though Abubakar spoke with difficulty, he said, “Sagir, Rahama brought Hashim here to avoid telling lies because he has an ulcer.”

Sagir said, “Rahama is with Hafsa here at the hospital. She saw her condition and called me to bring her here.”

Abubakar quickly got up, saw her, then sighed and lay down again. Sagir left them to take care of her.

On the way, Sagir explained everything to Hashim until they brought Hafsa there. Hashim said, “Now we have to get Rahama to tell us everything that happened.”

Sagir said, “Listen carefully.”

Even seeing where they had placed the food, he wasn’t satisfied and was worried. His phone rang—it was Abba. He said, “We called you, and you didn’t respond. Are you okay?”

Hashim replied, “Abba, there’s a problem.”