Saran Boye Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel By Bilyn Abdul

Addah clicked her tongue and shot Adawiya a sharp glare. She stepped past her and said, “Then go and kill her, you foolish, thoughtless girl!”

Adawiya burst into louder tears. She crawled to where Addah was about to begin her prayer and grabbed her legs. In anger, Addah pulled her feet away and pointed at her.

“I swear, Adawiya, if you don’t come to your senses, I will seriously deal with you! What kind of nonsense is this? Get hold of yourself before I do something you’ll regret at this wedding gathering. Get up and leave here! Instead of killing Nu’aymah, why don’t you set the whole house on fire and burn everything down, you mad girl!”

Seeing how furious Addah was, Adawiya knew she meant every word. The moment Addah began her prayer, she stood up and left, crying.

Addah was usually playful and cheerful. If you ever saw her truly angry, then she had been pushed to her limit. That was why, when she got angry, everyone feared her. Even her own children lived with her like friends, just as the other children in the house did. Her warm nature drew all the children close to her, so every child in the household felt like Addah’s own. They loved her dearly, and their parents appreciated how she treated their children as her own.

Adawiya headed toward the back of the boys’ quarters, knowing it would be empty there. She found a spot and sat down, crying her heart out. Meanwhile, her mind was plotting dark thoughts about Nu’aymah and what she could do to stop the wedding.

She swore that by tomorrow morning—if Allah kept them alive—she would claim Abdallah for herself, no matter what it took. She would separate him from Nu’aymah. And if that failed, then they would either share him in rivalry, or none of them would have him. Even if heaven and earth had to collide, she would never leave Abdallah for Nu’aymah.

“Adawiya! Adawiya!!”

She heard someone calling her name. She clicked her tongue loudly before standing and dusting off the dirt from her clothes—though she hadn’t even bothered dressing up properly.

She stepped out to see who was calling her and almost collided with Yah Abdallah. She quickly stepped back. Her heart pounded violently. Instantly, she struggled to regain her composure. His presence and the overwhelming love she felt for him nearly made her lose control of herself.

He gave her a gentle smile, slightly widening his eyes at her.

“Oh, so this is the bride’s best friend? Not even dressed up?”

Though his words stung, she forced a smile. She stepped closer, inhaling the pleasant scent of his perfume.

“Yah Abdallah, you’re here already?”

“How would you know when they said you’re somewhere crying over leaving your Husainar?”

She opened her mouth to respond but stopped when she saw Amal standing beside him.

“Why were you shouting my name?” Adawiya asked.

Amal pouted slightly while scrolling on her phone. “Why would I shout for you? It’s Yah Abdallah who was looking for you. They said you were seen around here.”

Before Adawiya could speak, Abdallah said, “I sent her. I have something for you to do. Amal, you can go.”

Amal nodded and walked away without looking back at Adawiya. Once she was out of sight, Abdallah turned back to her. She was already staring at him, and he smiled again.

“So, has the bride’s friend changed?”

“Very much so, Yah Abdallah,” Adawiya replied playfully, as if she hadn’t just been crying moments ago.

He smiled and looked away briefly. “Good. Do you know what I want you to do?”

She shook her head silently.

“I want you to go to the wedding gathering and secretly bring my bride here. I want to see her.”

A sharp pain pierced Adawiya’s heart, and it showed on her face. Abdallah looked at her in surprise.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Yah Abdallah,” she replied, her voice trembling.

“Okay then. Hurry and get her for me. And don’t let anyone see you—especially Hajjo.”

She simply nodded, knowing that if she spoke, she would break down in tears. Abdallah watched her walk away until she disappeared from sight. Suddenly, he felt pity for her. Everyone knew how inseparable Adawiya and Nu’aymah had been since childhood. They were raised like twins in the house—everything was done for them together. Now, to think they would part ways in broad daylight—it was only natural to feel sorry for them.

But instead of going to get Nu’aymah, Adawiya went to their grandmother Hajjo’s section. The place was empty since everyone was at the wedding feast. From inside the house, one could even hear the lecture going on. She lay down and swore to herself that she would never call Nu’aymah.

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Abdallah kept glancing toward the path, waiting for his bride Nu’aymah and Adawiya to appear. Eventually, he started checking his watch. Twenty minutes passed—no sign of either of them. He assumed Hajjo must have stopped Adawiya from bringing Nu’aymah, or perhaps they were figuring out how to sneak away.

He smiled faintly and closed his eyes. He was filled with anticipation and longing to see his Nu’aymah. He wanted to see how she looked now.

A phone call interrupted his thoughts. He pulled his phone from his pocket and checked the screen. It was Zaid. He hesitated before answering.

“Hello, Jibiya, where are you?”

He almost didn’t reply but then clicked his tongue and glanced at his wristwatch.

“I’m inside the house. What’s wrong?”

“Inside the house? What are you doing there when everyone is here—including the bride? Baba Malam is looking for you.”

Without responding, he ended the call. Reluctantly, he left the house and returned to the wedding gathering.

He looked toward where Nu’aymah was seated beside their grandmother, Hajjo. She was sitting exactly as he had left her earlier. There was no sign of Adawiya.

He suppressed his irritation and walked toward Baba Malam.

Masha Allah, the wedding feast concluded peacefully. The scholars delivered powerful lectures that touched the hearts of listeners. The teachings centered on marriage—its responsibilities, common mistakes people make, and how to resolve them. The bride and groom were showered with prayers for blessings, peace, and a harmonious married life.