Auren Jinsi Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
Nasmat was deeply upset. Sam's mother wasn’t like that, but whenever they were away, she would go to the changing room with her mom. Nasmat didn’t want to cause trouble or involve her mother. She pulled away and was about to leave when she heard Lalla’s voice say, “Where are you going to leave me?”
She paused but decided to pass by. Her mom called out to her and said, “Didn’t you hear what was said? Or are you planning to show her your attitude?”
“Mom,” Nasmat replied, “how can I stop cooking? I’m exhausted.”
Her mother frowned. “Well, since you’ve left the cooker at home, what do you expect?”
Her sister-in-law intervened. “Mom isn’t here. Why do you keep blaming me for everything? What’s wrong with your face?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Nasmat said sarcastically. “Forgive me before you get upset.”
Her face concealed her frustration as she moved toward the mirror near Lalla. Deliberately, she nudged her foot, causing Lalla to stumble. “Sorry,” Nasmat said nonchalantly and walked out.
Her mother, clearly irritated, ordered, “Go pack food for us. Make a bowl of rice and ayahu soup. Don’t forget to call me when you’re done. And don’t come into our room.”
Nasmat simply nodded and left.
Her mother’s anger was rooted in deeper issues, ones she rarely discussed. She had grown protective of Nasmat, seeing her as the daughter who would take over her responsibilities. Yet there was tension brewing over why the housekeepers were fired.
One day, Nasmat overheard two housekeepers talking about Hajiya. One of them revealed, “Hajiya brought a stranger into the house once. She hugged me and whispered that she loved my body. I was shocked when she said she was afraid to admit it but couldn’t resist.”
The other housekeeper, Zainab, chimed in, “Once, while I was taking a bath, Hajiya came in and begged me to let her help. I told her to wait, but she wouldn’t leave. She said she loved me and promised to give me anything I wanted. She kept touching me until she was satisfied. Then she handed me money and left.”
Nasmat, who was holding a cup, dropped it in disbelief. “What are you saying?” she asked, her voice trembling.
The housekeeper replied, “It’s the truth, but don’t tell anyone. Hajiya’s behavior is unbelievable.”
Shaken, Nasmat ran to her family and told her mom what she had heard. Her mom, stunned, prayed silently, while Alhaji, clearly troubled, said, “Don’t let your mother hear this. I’ll handle it and send all the workers away.”
From that moment, Nasmat devised a plan to manage things herself. She avoided eating, finished some cereal and milk, and paced the room, thinking. She tried calling her sister but only got through after a while.
When her sister answered, Nasmat said, “Aunty, when are you coming back? I miss you. Mom doesn’t love me anymore. She only cares about you. She leaves for days and ignores me.”
Her sister laughed. “Oh, my bestie, you know how Mom is. She’s kind to everyone, even when it’s frustrating. Don’t take it personally. Apologize to her, okay?”
Nasmat sighed. “I just came back from school and now I’m being told to cook. Before, Mom used to handle lunch, but now it’s all on me.”
“Nasmat, stop complaining,” her sister scolded. “When did you become so arrogant? Do you know the dangers of disobeying your parents? Mom always tells me how obedient you are. Don’t ruin that image. Get up and do what she asked. We’ll talk later.”
Trying to lighten the mood, Nasmat teased, “Aunty, when will you bring your spouse home so we can sing a gwanja song together?”
Her sister laughed, and for a moment, the tension eased.
