Halin Rayuwa Book 3 Hausa Novel Complete

How can I apologize for the harsh words I said to her? This matter has already caused me a lot of trouble. It's not easy; are you saying that because of Mubarak, you would bring this disgrace upon yourself? She was beating and crying. What kind of girl are you? What kind of love are you showing to Mubarak?

The severe warning I gave her, and what my elder sister Dija did to me, were the reasons I endured all the suffering that had never happened between us before. Who do you think you are to offer your virginity to him? What kind of trouble is this? What kind of foolish girl are you who doesn't understand the value of her life? After she stopped crying, she muttered these words. What she did to me was the reason I couldn’t explain everything that happened between us. I looked for a place to hide, and she continued to snicker, saying, "You're just a fool who has ruined your life and brought shame upon us." By the time morning came, she hadn't calmed down and kept arguing with me. Was this the gift you were giving to him? I didn’t know you were like this.

The next day, early in the morning, Yaya Ibrahim made preparations with an impressive appearance and went to our house to officiate my marriage to Alhaji Nalami, as was already planned. He entered, greeted us, and left.

I felt a deep anxiety, just as I knew that Yaya Dija wasn’t happy with what I had said to her. She still looked upset, as if she hadn’t forgiven me. In my heart, I thought to myself, what if Mubarak had accepted the gift I gave him? How would things be between me and Yaya Dija then?

I tried to help her, hoping to make things better so we could return to how we were. Yaya Ibrahim noticed my distress and said that it would be impossible for things to go well without a clear understanding of the situation. If he hadn’t gone to work for our family, it would have been disgraceful. I said, “Well, it’s not your fault.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling uneasy despite seeing that Yaya Dija had calmed down. My heart was tight with fear due to the anxiety I was feeling.

"Get up, take a bath, and freshen up before he returns. We need to understand what’s happening before we know what to do," she said. I replied, “Okay.”

We were sitting in the living room after eating, but my body felt cold, as if winter was upon me. I kept looking at the clock, noting that time was passing quickly.

At the time of the wedding, they had said it would happen at 7:30 AM, so why was Yaya Ibrahim still not there? We waited, but he hadn’t arrived.

Yaya Dija, frustrated, asked again why he hadn’t arrived. The wedding that was supposed to happen in the morning still hadn’t taken place. She kept glancing at the clock, doubting the time.

Just as we were wondering, Yaya Ibrahim entered. We all stared at him, but no one could speak due to the intense tension we felt. His demeanor seemed strange, almost as if he was uncertain whether the wedding was truly happening or not.

My heart raced, and I thought, "What’s going on?"

Then he finally removed his suit jacket and threw it aside.

"How is everything?" she asked, still puzzled by his silence.

This situation was confusing. We stared at him, but he remained silent. “What’s going on? Why didn’t the wedding happen?” Yaya Dija asked again.

Without a word, he answered, "It was a big issue. The marriage didn’t happen."