Auren Jinsi Book 2 Hausa Novel Complete
The fight between him and his sister was over, but the mood in the room was tense. Everyone was grumbling, as neither of them had shown much resolve in the argument. It was Salma who broke the tension with a laugh. She had promised earlier not to quarrel with her sister again, knowing their father would intervene and treat her unfairly. Yet, the verbal sparring between the siblings continued, and the others scolded their brother.
Their father emerged from the bathroom, remarking, "I could hear noise in the living room." Salma ruffled her hair in frustration, thinking, Now you'll hear noise for sure since you've ruined our plan.
She declared, “I don’t want to deal with you anymore, and you should stop coming near her.”
Kara, now dressed in a jalabiya, chimed in, “Hajiya, didn’t you hear me? I think it’s over; it was just a fight.” He leaned closer to her ear and added mischievously, “Hajiya, let’s move on to round two. You’re in the mood, aren’t you?”
She quickly stood up, brushing him off. “Alhaji, give me something to eat. When someone is full, they don’t crave more.”
He retorted with a grin, “Not me, after all I’ve been through. Be patient. You still surprise me; after all this time, you haven’t gotten used to it.”
She rolled her eyes, replying, “It’s not something one gets used to.”
He touched her stomach affectionately and said, “God wanted me here today.” She blushed, covering her mouth. “Alhaji, you’re too old for this, and you don’t even feel ashamed!”
He laughed. “Ashamed? You’re still giving birth. You call yourself old, but I see you as new.”
“Enough,” she said, ending the playful banter. “Let’s not talk like that anymore.”
He chuckled, teasing her further. “I’m going out, but I’ll come back soon. Pray for me; I might have good news when I return.”
As he left, she stayed behind, her thoughts drifting to her children and the challenges ahead. She muttered to herself about being pregnant yet again, reflecting on how life kept demanding more from her.
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Later, their father entered the room and found everyone sitting silently. His stern presence was enough to still the air. “Kneel,” he commanded, and they obeyed, knowing his words were not to be taken lightly. Salma kept her head down, her eyes brimming with tears.
She spoke, her voice trembling. “Dad, I don’t know what to make of her. Since she was born, I’ve struggled to understand her actions. The day you found me in the hospital, you didn’t ask questions; you just supported me. But now, she’s grown so rude and shameless. I’ve tried to forgive her, to move on, but she keeps bringing nonsense into my life. I don’t feel respected in this house, not as her sister, not as a person.”
Her tears flowed freely as she continued. “Dad, I can’t take it anymore. Tomorrow, I want to leave. I need to find my dignity elsewhere.”
Her father pulled her into a comforting embrace, trying to calm her down. Meanwhile, Nasmat sat silently, contemplating her next words. Finally, she spoke.
“Dad, when I was discharged from the hospital, I borrowed Salma’s phone to call you. While searching for your contact, I accidentally opened a message. I shouldn’t have read it, but curiosity got the better of me. Dad, by God, Salma is involved in lesbianism.”
Their father froze, his face darkening. “What is lesbianism?” he asked gravely.
“Dad, it means she’s attracted to women. She’s one of them.”
He turned to Salma, his voice rising. “Mari, are you out of your mind?”
