Kasaita Book 3 Hausa Novel Complete
“You're leaving my side! Even if my daughter doesn’t come to cross over me, you are.”
"Hey!" I said shyly, mixed with excitement.
“You, come here. Leave her alone!”
Blushing, I approached Daddy but crouched to the ground, overcome with shame. He bent down, picked me up, and hugged me tightly. His perfume filled my nose, and at that moment, a wave of dizziness hit me. My head felt light, as if I were spinning. In seconds, nausea overwhelmed me. I pulled away from Daddy’s embrace and ran toward the garden hose, crouching down to vomit violently.
I felt a hand hold me, but I couldn’t look up or see who it was. As I knelt there, the sickness seemed unending. Minutes later, as the nausea subsided, I could hear voices surrounding me. The old man, Daddy, crouched beside me, wrapping me in his arms. His voice calmed me even as tears streamed down my face.
Finally, I stood up, turned on the tap, and rinsed my mouth and face. As I looked around, I noticed about ten people gathered—workers, guards—all watching me with concern. Mamee was the one holding me now, her warmth reassuring. Daddy stood nearby, silently observing, his face a mixture of concern and gratitude to God.
Mamee supported me as we went into Daddy’s living room. I sank into a chair, exhausted. Daddy sat beside me and asked, “What’s wrong, my dear?”
“Nothing,” I replied weakly. “Just my head.”
Daddy immediately retrieved some medicine, but Mamee stopped him.
“No,” she insisted. “She shouldn’t take anything until she sees a doctor. Let her get checked first.”
Daddy sighed. “It’s just a headache, Mamee. Everyone knows how to treat that.”
Before anyone could say more, the sound of someone approaching interrupted us. It was Alhaji, who entered with an air of concern. Daddy’s face softened as he greeted him, while Mamee led me to rest.
Yarima, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly came to my side. He knelt in front of me, his hands trembling as he held mine.
“What’s wrong, Yasmin?” he asked softly, his voice full of worry. “Please, talk to me.”
“I just feel heavy, like my head is spinning,” I admitted.
“Please, don’t hide anything from me,” he begged, his eyes searching mine.
“It’s okay, Yarima,” I reassured him. “I’m fine now.”
But he wasn’t convinced. “Yasmin, look at me,” he urged. “Don’t keep secrets from me. I need to know what’s going on. If you hide things now, what will happen in the future?”
His words broke me. I reached out, placing my hand on his face before leaning in and kissing him gently. “I’ll never lie to you, my husband,” I whispered. “I love you too much to see you suffer because of me.”
Yarima smiled faintly but quickly returned to his seat as Daddy reentered the room. The worry on Daddy’s face had eased slightly, but Mamee followed closely behind, her concern still evident.
“Come, Yasmin,” Mamee said. “Let’s talk.”
She guided me to a quiet space, where she asked questions about my well-being. “How is your relationship with your husband? Are you okay? Is the house treating you well? Is the kingdom overwhelming?”
I answered yes to everything because, truly, I had no problems except my love for the Prince. It was clear to me now how deeply I cared for him—and how much he cared for me in return.
We stayed at the house until three o’clock. Before leaving, Mamee insisted I eat until I was full. By the time we said our goodbyes, I felt much better. As we prepared to leave, the Prince leaned close to me in Mamee’s living room. He caught me by surprise, biting my lips playfully.
“Don’t ever talk about leaving again,” he whispered, his voice firm but filled with love.
Blushing, I murmured, “What about our house? Is that such a bad thing to mention?”
He didn’t answer, only pinched my nose lightly before pulling me toward Daddy’s room, clearly avoiding the topic.
Soon after, we got into the car, and I leaned back, feeling both loved and protected.
