Mijin Yarinya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
“Fatu! Fatu!! Fatu!!!”
Inna, who was sitting on her mat, called out loudly for Fatu.
Fatu came out of her room, stood before her, and said, “Here I am, Inna.”
Inna looked her up and down and said, “Haba, Fatu! Where do you think you’re going, dressing yourself up in this kind of strange, devilish makeup?”
Fatu pouted and said, “You know today is the wedding at the village head’s house, and I’m going there. I know Saude and the others are already waiting for me. You know we’re the life of the party! And Inna, stop comparing me with devils. There’s no one in this whole town who can do makeup better than me.”
Inna gaped at her and said, “Well, you’re not going anywhere. How can you even think of going to the village head’s wedding? That’s pure nonsense, girl.”
Before Inna could say more, Fatu fell on the mat, rolling around and wailing, “Wallahi, I must go, Inna! Do whatever you want, but I’ll go. Or do you want me to miss eating the wedding rice? Then Saude and the others will laugh at me. Please, just let me go.”
Inna hissed and said, “Listen to this girl! As if you’ve never tasted rice before. You’re just useless—wandering here and there, bringing complaints about yourself from everyone in this town.”
Fatu suddenly stopped crying and snapped angrily, “And which stupid busybody brought complaints about me again? Wallahi, whoever it is will regret it, I swear!”
Inna glared at her and said, “Start by fixing yourself before threatening others. Anyway, you’re not leaving this house.”
But Fatu kept rolling on the mat, sobbing, “For God’s sake, let me go before they finish the food and I miss it! I even dreamed about this rice. Please, Inna, don’t stop me.”
Seeing that she was about to draw a crowd, Inna finally gave up and said, “Fine! Go. But don’t come back here with trouble.”
Fatu jumped up with a big grin. “Thank you, Inna! I swear I won’t fight anyone. And when I marry and get pregnant, you’ll be the one I bless with the first child.”
She quickly slipped on her old, worn-out blue sandals and dashed out of the house.
Inna shook her head. “May Allah guide you, Fatu…”
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As soon as Fatu left, she headed straight to the village head’s compound. Along the way, she teased everyone she saw. If she met an old man, she’d point to a dog and shout, “Look! A dog!” making the poor man panic and run, waving his stick. She laughed so hard she nearly fell to the ground. “See these useless men—what do I care for them? May Allah save me from marrying anyone from this town,” she mocked.
When she arrived, she saw her friends Saude and the others sitting outside like beggars waiting for charity.
“What’s this? You’re still here? Haven’t you gotten inside yet?” she asked.
Saude, resting her chin on her palm, sighed. “Since we came, they haven’t allowed us to go in.”
Fatu cursed loudly. “Which useless man or woman dares to stop you?”
“It’s Gid’ado,” Ma’u answered. “He was told not to let us in.”
Fatu put her hands on her hips. “Male or female, we’re going in today. We must eat that rice. This is nothing but wickedness.”
Saude and Ma’u asked, “So what do we do now?”
“I don’t care. I’m going inside,” Fatu declared, storming toward the gate.
Inside, she met Gid’ado standing sternly, holding a whip. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
“Inside, of course,” she shot back.
“You’re not going anywhere. If you don’t turn back now, I’ll deal with you,” he warned, stepping closer.
Fatu quickly stepped back, frightened by the whip.
“Will you leave, or should I give you one hot lash?” he threatened.
Realizing he was serious, she turned and left. Outside, her friends asked if they should all sneak in. Fatu said, “No, wait here. Today I’ll deal with him.”
She rushed off, and before long returned with a black nylon bag.
Inside, Gid’ado was eating his food peacefully. Fatu, from behind, blew something from the nylon bag into his shirt.
At first, he ignored the itch and kept eating, but suddenly he began scratching and jumping about, stripping off his shirt until he was left only in shorts. Children gathered around, laughing.
Fatu burst out laughing herself. “See how foolish you are! You wanted to block us? Now suffer!”
Her friends Saude and Ma’u came in, laughing too, and together they finally entered the house to eat. They quickly found plates of rice and sat down to eat happily. Even stubborn Dije, who first refused, eventually joined them after much persuasion.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere…
A handsome young man lay stretched out on his large bed, wearing only boxers. His eyes were half-closed, one hand resting on his stomach. His phone rang. With a sigh, he picked it up—it was his father.
“Son, prepare yourself. You’re going to the village, to your grandmother’s place,” his father said.
Surprised, he repeated the word in his mind, village? He hadn’t been to any village since he was a toddler. “Ok, Dad,” he answered reluctantly, hanging up.
The door opened, and a beautiful young woman walked in, striding confidently until she sat on the edge of his bed, staring at him from head to toe.
Though he sensed her presence, he kept his eyes shut. She reached out and began to stroke his stomach. Slowly, he opened his sexy eyes and gave her a long look.
She was dressed in a short top and knee-length trousers, showing just enough to tempt. She winked at him. He sighed, then turned and pulled her onto him. Their lips met, kissing deeply, his hands exploring, hers clinging to him. Clothes were discarded, passion escalating, until the room was filled with heat and breathless desire…
