Bintu Diyar Bayi Ce Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel
Soon the place erupted with chants of praise and prayers. The Chief Maid quickly ordered that Princess Kamariyya be rushed inside, to prevent gossip she knew would surely spread from the mouths of the servants outside.
As for Bintu, she could not make sense of anything. All she did was cry—marriage had been arranged for her whether she wanted it or not, and now she had no choice but to go. To make matters worse, the man chosen for her was none other than Princess Kamariyya’s lover, Prince Barde of Fabarusa!
Clutching her head with both hands, Bintu cried out:
“Oh my God, for me Bintu, the Day of Judgment has come!”
Inside the women’s chamber, after all the attendants had been dismissed on the Chief Maid’s orders, Hajja Kilishi and Inna Salti—summoned by Ladiyo and Kyallu—entered one after another. With them came Princess Binta, who had already heard the news.
The Chief Maid instructed her attendants to wait outside. After water was sprinkled over Princess Kamariyya, she regained consciousness, blinking at them as though seeing their faces for the first time. Resting her head on Inna Salti’s lap, with the Chief Maid before her and Princess Binta, who was still distraught, at her side—there was little sound in the room but sobs. For Binta was certain: this disaster had been brought about by Bintu and her mother.
When Kamariyya’s eyes fell upon Princess Binta, she too burst into tears, fully regaining her senses only at that moment.
Deeply concerned, Hajja Kilishi pressed her:
“What is it? Gide, what is happening? I have been asking you since earlier, Binta, yet no answer came from you. And now that she has awakened, instead of peace, there is even more sorrow. You have turned this house into a mourning ground! Do you not fear what may come of this? The palace is filled with guests—I could barely make my way here. For God’s sake, explain to us what is happening.”
With tears choking her voice, Princess Kamariyya finally replied:
“I am doomed, Hajja… Inna Salti, I am doomed. I took a knife to end my life. But God stayed my hand. Barde… Prince Barde of Fabarusa…”
Her sobbing grew so heavy she could not finish her words.
Bewildered, Inna Salti asked:
“Barde? What happened with Barde of Fabarusa?”
Hajja Kilishi, equally troubled, muttered:
“This girl… has she lost her mind entirely?”
Then Princess Binta, unable to keep silent, revealed the truth:
“Prince Barde and Didi are lovers. That is why she refused to marry the King of Fabarusa—his father.”
Inna Salti gasped in shock:
“What a calamity! Can you see what has come of it? A young woman’s life destroyed, and you too, Kamariyya—you’ve brought ruin upon yourself. Running from one misfortune, only to fall into another! And you, Chief Maid, see what schemes you weave with daughters of this house!”
The Chief Maid, who until then had kept silent, paled and shivered as if plunged into cold water.
“By God, what can I say? To whom can I speak?”
But Kamariyya, eyes swollen with tears, pleaded:
“Please, help me unravel this matter. For God’s sake, I may lose my life. Tell Takawa before it’s too late. Ammu, help me…”
Hajja Kilishi shook her head and said:
“Will Takawa even listen to such madness, Chief Maid? He is at the wedding feast now…”
Before the Chief Maid could respond, Princess Binta interjected, breathless:
“Please, act before it is too late! If not Sidi, then I myself will perish if this marriage is not undone. How can a mere servant girl be forced to wed a man like Barde? Chief Maid, find us a solution, before grief consumes me alive! My pain is worse than Didi’s.”
But Hajja Kilishi declared sternly:
“It is already too late. Better to wait until after all is settled, then Takawa may be consulted. Perhaps he alone will have the wisdom to find a way. Until then, remember—we have guests. Whatever you do, do not disgrace Takawa. Guard your tongues, do not bring destruction upon our entire household.”
With that, she rose and left, leaving Inna Salti and the Chief Maid bewildered. Princess Kamariyya felt certain that Hajja Kilishi cared little—after all, she had never borne children, so what concern was this to her?
As for Princess Binta, her heart boiled with a different resentment. She could not forget that she had rejoiced at Bintu’s forced separation from her beloved in Aisar, thinking it her triumph. Now, irony had struck—her own sister had been given to a man she would never match again in this life. Out of envy and intrigue, she had caused her sister to lose her true love.
