So Da Alkawari Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

He sat with his eyes half-closed, inhaling the cool breeze that moved gently through the courtyard of the large house. He clicked his tongue softly from time to time and checked the leather-strap wristwatch on his arm again—it had been ten minutes of sitting there with no sign of her. He clicked his tongue once more, his mood completely spoiled. In this world, if there was one thing he hated, it was waiting. He was a fiery man, quick-tempered, impatient, and unable to tolerate being slighted. His heart burned with irritation; his eyes turned red, and sweat beaded across his forehead. He stared down the path she was supposed to come from, about to stand and leave when the scent of her perfume reached him before she did. The mixed fragrance filled the air even before she arrived.

She walked as though her feet barely touched the ground. She was a full-grown young woman—short, dark-skinned, and well-shaped. Her lips had that natural glossy look; even if she didn’t apply anything shiny, they still looked radiant. Because she lived in comfort and ease, her dark complexion glowed with its own beauty. Nothing else on her face seemed bright except the whites of her eyes, which stood out sharply against the deep black of her pupils, making her gaze striking. Her eyelids looked as though she wore kohl, and beads of sweat glistened on the bridge of her nose—enough to tell you she wasn’t someone to be taken lightly. She approached, breathing out sharply until she reached where he sat.

She stopped right in front of him, towering over him, shifting her weight and placing her hands on her waist. He acted as though he didn’t notice her presence at all, which only angered her further. What kind of humiliation was this that her father wanted to subject her to? Out of all the suitors she had, not one did her father approve of except this short, young boy who didn’t even look older than her. Since yesterday she had tried to explain to her father that she already loved someone who loved her too, but he refused to listen. Never in her life had he scolded her the way he did yesterday—and all because of this boy sent by his friend, saying he wanted to marry her. She clicked her tongue inwardly, pushing aside the anger she and her mother had felt the previous day over this boy’s arrival. Her heart urged her to speak harshly to him, to say words that would anger him enough never to return.

Saadik pulled out his phone, turned on his data, and opened Facebook, scrolling through people’s posts. He became so absorbed that he almost forgot about the rude, disrespectful girl standing in front of him—only there because of his father, whose command he had obeyed by coming. It was his father who had insisted he must come and propose to his cousin, hoping that through this marriage their family ties would grow stronger. He had never visited his uncle’s house before in his life until today. In fact, he had never even known the girl he was sent to meet, not even her name—until today, when he was forced to come to the house out of obedience to his parents.