Kamar Su Ce Daya 1 Hausa Hausa Complete
Salma, as usual, returned from Islamiyya at dusk. She left her Jakarta outfit behind and headed to the kitchen, which resembled the size of a neighboring house and had the simplicity of a Fulani hut. Meanwhile, Ummitu, who had been driving her earlier, suggested Salma rest and pray as the evening approached. But Salma, feeling a heavy sadness as though she had wronged herself, didn’t listen. Instead, she went outside, took her boots, performed ablution, and prayed, though frustration lingered in her heart.
Later, they all sat in the courtyard. Affa returned from tending his small herd of five cows, visibly worn from poverty. Salma teased him, saying, “Affa, sew me new clothes. All mine are worn out. Vacation is coming, and I’m moving to SS2. Do you think I’ll ever get married? When will it happen, Affa?”
Affa and Ummitu laughed at Salma’s typical chatter. Affa replied with a smile, “That’s my daughter. You’re always up to something. Where’s your boyfriend? You don’t even care about the boys around here. Who will you marry?”
Salma boldly declared, “Affa, I already have someone. His name is Raheel. You’ve never seen anyone as handsome as him. He’s been talking to me since primary school. Now he says he’ll take me to places like China and Paris. He’s everything to me. I’ll never love anyone else.”
Ummitu stared in shock at Salma’s shamelessness, while Affa laughed. “Well, Salma,” he said, “may God help me. Right now, I don’t even have money to sew you a new dress. My cows have no food, and we’re barely managing.” Salma shrugged it off and went to rest, saying she’d wake up for the Isha prayer.
As she and Ummitu prepared to sleep, Salma’s eyes fell on a beautiful, three-colored trolley set in the corner of the room. She gasped and ran to call Affa, her body trembling. When Affa arrived and saw the box, he froze, instructing her not to touch it until they informed her teacher.
Curiosity got the better of them, and they opened the box. Inside was an astonishing collection of luxury items: elegant laces, high-quality fabrics, innerwear, ready-made dresses, shoes, handbags, cosmetics, school uniforms, sandals, hijabs, and everything a woman could dream of. The items were pristine, as if meant for royalty. Ummitu clung to Affa in fear, overwhelmed by the sight.
Salma, however, beamed with joy and whispered, “Thank you, Raheel, my extraordinary boyfriend, my prince. You’ve made me the happiest woman alive. I can’t live without you. Prepare yourself—we’ll raise our children together, and I’ll cherish these gifts forever.”
Raheel, as if in response to her thoughts, appeared in her imagination, smiling as he wiped away her imaginary tears. “Calm down,” he seemed to say. “I’m always here for you, even in the depths of your heart.”
