Zurfin Ciki Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

She held my shoulder and said, “Forgive me, Mubarak. I know you love Nabeelah, and she loves you too. But you made the mistake of not expressing your love to her at the time she needed it. I tried to reconcile the two of you, but I was afraid people would think I forced Nabeelah to marry my son against her will, simply because she grew up in my care. For that reason, I will not involve myself in your problem anymore. However, I will support you in whatever decision you both make. If you need me, you can find me in Fallow**.”*

I looked at Nabeelah, my eyes filled with tears, and I began to speak as follows: “Nabeelah, I love you, and I truly care for you. But I am the kind of person who hides the secrets of his heart. Please forgive me and pardon me. I know I wronged you. Thank you. Get up and go. May Allah grant you a peaceful life, and may Allah make what comes next the best for you.”

I stood up, about to get out of the car, when she grabbed my hand and made me sit back down. She spoke through heartbreaking tears, full of emotion and pity, saying: “Ya Mubarak, at first I believed you loved me, but now I realize that your love has no effect on your heart, since you are willing to give me up for another man to marry me. Truly, I now see that you are not jealous over me, nor do you pity me for the life I would live with another man who is not you. Know this: my heart will never accept separation from you. I have forbidden my body to every man except you. Therefore, I have resolved to have you, no matter what the situation is. Ya Mubarak, try to love me the way I love you. Ya Mubarak, do not disgrace me.”

I wiped the tears flowing down her cheeks, held her hands, and laid her against my chest. “Nabeelah, believe in my love for you. Do not suspect me of anything except goodness. Nabeelah, I love you, and by the will of Allah, I am your husband.”

Immediately she lifted her head from my chest, held my shoulders, and looked at my face. She kissed my forehead, then hugged me tightly to her chest, saying, “Indeed, my happiness has increased, my dream has been fulfilled, and goodness has been confirmed for me.”

But then came the questions: “What is the solution? How will we face Abba? And time is very limited for us.”

I looked at Nabeelah resting on my chest and said, “It will be easier if we go to Uncle Aminu and explain our situation to him. I know what to tell him, and he will agree.”

Straight away, I drove to my uncle’s house and found him resting under a tree after finishing his meal. After exchanging greetings, he continued, saying: “From the look of you, there is a problem. I can see signs of worry on your faces. Is it that you do not want the marriage?” he asked.

I began by saying, “Honestly, Uncle, there is no one Nabeelah wants to be given to except the one she loves.”

My uncle replied, “That is nonsense. So this is why they were hiding it from me? By Allah, that talk does not exist. Get up, let us go home.”

I drove the car straight to the house. As soon as we entered, my uncle started talking from the gate. When he went in, the women came out to greet him, but he did not even respond. He continued, saying, “The matter of Nabeelah’s marriage—there is no forcing her. Now she will tell us who she loves, and tomorrow I will conduct her wedding with him.”

Nabeelah moved her lips and said, “It is Mubarak that I love.”

My uncle laughed and said, “Ah, then that’s settled. Let her stay in her comfort house, you foolish ones. It’s a family matter, and you’re wasting time. I will conduct the marriage right now. If Allah wills, you can go and enjoy your wedding celebrations later.”

Then Baba came in and understood what was happening, but there was nothing he could do with my uncle because he knew his character. So Uncle Aminu became my guardian, and he was also made the guardian of Mubarak, and the marriage was conducted immediately.

Immediately, Mubarak took me and we went to the henna house. From there, he took me to braid my hair. Then we went to Aunty Nafeesat’s house, where I bathed and wore an Ankara outfit, without a head covering, and came out to meet him.

“Wow, Nabeelah, you are beautiful,” he said, holding my hand from where he was sitting beside the bed. He kissed me until my breath was taken away. He laid me on the bed and began removing my clothes…

Truly, I never knew that Yamubarak was capable of loving like this until today. Indeed, I would have lost a husband long ago. Thus, we remained immersed in expressing our love for each other until…