Exiled Princess Book 3 Hausa Novel Complete
MALIKAT INAS paused for a moment before speaking. “Tom, what did you do? I gave birth to you, so I asked if you were a virgin. Is it your wife’s fault? We asked you a question, and you need to answer us.”
“I didn’t come here,” he said, trying to get up.
MALIKAT INAS quickly forced him back down and laughed. “Shikenan, don’t go back. We’ll take care of everything for you.”
He remained silent, his head turning to the side. “I stopped coming to your place since then,” he muttered.
“I’m sorry, Akhie. Don’t tell me to stop coming to my place. I wouldn’t feel good about that,” RIANNA said with a furrowed brow.
“Shikenan,” he replied briefly, his face softening.
MALIKAT INAS slowly stretched her hand over his head in a soothing manner. “Shikenan, now tell me. Let’s start preparing the baby’s clothes. Otherwise, she’ll get even more upset.”
He shook his head and spoke, “Ammie, how can I raise two babies? I’m not ready to have a baby now. Let her reach 18 before you talk about having babies. She’ll be 15 next month.”
“Okay, it’s your life. We don’t have the right to tell you what to do. I only pray that God grants you a blessed child you can be proud of.”
“Amen. Thank you, Ammie,” he said, leaning his head on her lap.
As he leaned against her, RIANNA's phone began to ring. She slowly picked it up, glanced at the screen, and smiled coolly before standing up and walking into the corridor before returning to the bedroom.
She left Malik’s side, and he looked up. “Ammie, I want to ask you about the royal emblem, the crown, and the sword. What do they mean?”
After a moment, MALIKAT INAS pretended to consider someone else and said, “I don’t really know. The leaders of the kingdom should ask if MALIKAT HOUDA has any history in this kingdom.”
“So, Ammie, why are we getting the mark on our bodies? Everyone in the kingdom has it.”
She shook her head before responding, “No, only Malik’s children receive it.”
Confused, he asked, “I don’t understand?”
Her heart sank as she explained, “I mean that only Malik’s children get this mark on their bodies. If it’s a man, the mark is on his neck, and if it’s a woman, it’s on her arm.” She rolled up her right sleeve, showing the back of her hand without the same mark on his neck.
“But Ammie, after Malik’s children, do the other children in the kingdom get it?”
“No, only Malik’s children get this badge. For example, look at Aysher, Manisha, and Djamila—you know, Malik’s children. We all have this badge. But children like Muntaz or Hafsat have mothers connected to the Diyan Malik Abdoul Latif. They are Malik’s grandchildren. I gave them a gold bracelet with the badge when they were babies, ensuring it wouldn’t fade. It’s a legacy established by Malik ABDOULAZIZ when the Kingdom of Saudia was formed. The sword symbolizes the kind of war that secured this kingdom.”
Malik nodded silently, his thoughts swirling with questions he didn’t voice.
The conversation shifted, touching on other matters, like RIANNA's wedding proposal, conflicts with Tesnim and Abdoul, and political plots that made Malik question loyalty and betrayal. There were events full of alliances, feuds, and secret plots, culminating in tension-filled encounters where loyalty was tested, secrets were exposed, and betrayal was inevitable.
In anger, ROUKSAR glared at Damba with a murderous expression. Terrified, she confessed, “Damba, believe me, I poisoned the food for the girl you gave her three times.”
Damba, not one to be fooled, retorted, “Don’t think I’m a fool. If you had really poisoned her, she wouldn’t have survived. What kind of trickery is this?”
Truths unravelled as the boy confessed how Malik was killed. Investigations ensued to find out who had framed him. Malik’s death became the center of a web of betrayal, ensuring the blame would be pinned on someone else in the kingdom’s internal struggles for power.
