Bintu Diyar Bayi Ce Complete Hausa Novel
Bintu was about to turn away when her eyes caught the box. Without hesitation, she grabbed it and hurled it into the center of the field. Clutching it tightly, she ran, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. A passing driver handed her a drink, then glanced at her and said:
“Shashshasha, you've caused someone to step on you.”
Though she hadn't done anything wrong, no one else understood her actions. But Bintu had achieved her goal—she had reclaimed her box.
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The principal’s office was an impressive space, exuding an air of authority befitting a regional leader. The man seated before him, along with the tense atmosphere, made the principal, Malam Hamisu, break into a sweat. He saw no reason to shut the office door as he greeted the visitor with a hesitant smile.
“(Your Excellency)... Your Excellency…”
The man interrupted with a calm smile, “Aisar. Just call me Aisar Gaddafi Nur. I am simply from home, Sir.”
Malam Hamisu wiped his brow and adjusted his tone. “Ah, Aisar, well then. You will act as a teacher in our school for a while…”
Aisar returned the smile. “That’s correct, Sir. My intention is to teach here for one year and contribute where I can.”
Malam Hamisu’s mind raced. Why would the President’s son want to teach in this school? For a whole year? His suspicions deepened, imagining covert investigations or hidden motives, but he suppressed these thoughts. Clearing his throat, he replied,
“Very well… Aisar.”
Aisar gently corrected him, “Since I’ll be under your leadership, I’d prefer you call me by my name.”
With a polite bow, Malam Hamisu responded, “Of course, Aisar. Welcome. I assure you, we are loyal citizens who work hard for our country’s progress.”
Satisfied, Aisar stood, extending his hand. “Thank you, Malam Hamisu. Tomorrow, InshaAllah, I will start. I’d like to tour the school, meet the teachers, and understand the requirements. Assign me any class, and I will teach whatever is needed.”
Malam Hamisu shook his hand with a smile, masking his unease. “Thank God. Truly, we are fortunate to have you.”
Despite his composed exterior, Aisar was nervous. After escorting him to the door, Malam Hamisu hurried back to convene an emergency meeting with the staff, convinced that Aisar’s presence signaled trouble. Meanwhile, Aisar stepped outside and called his superior to report. Their team was investigating a company near the school, and his role as a teacher was crucial.
As he ended the call, Aisar scanned the area, hoping to spot the mysterious girl from earlier. The bustling crowd of students made it impossible to identify her. “No wonder she got their car,” he muttered before climbing into his own vehicle and leaving the school.
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Who is Bintu?
Bintu Bala Mahuta, known among her peers as "the maidservant of the kingdom," shared her name with Princess Binta. This connection traced back to their mothers—Bintu’s mother had been the chief maidservant of the queen, while Princess Binta’s mother passed away shortly after childbirth.
Born just a day apart, Bintu and the princess were tied by fate. At fifteen, Bintu’s father, a senior servant to the Wazir of Sa'ayrasa, and her mother’s legacy made her indispensable. When Princess Binta was sent to a boarding school, Bintu was chosen to accompany her—not as a classmate, but as her personal aide.
Bintu’s life at the school was challenging. Though she sought an education, her primary role was serving the princess. She didn’t bathe the princess, but nearly everything else fell to her—washing, ironing, preparing her bag, and even carrying it. Despite the hardships, Bintu bore her responsibilities with quiet resilience, navigating a life dictated by loyalty and duty.
