Triplets Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
Jehan returned to her seat beside her mother, her face etched with sorrow, as if on the verge of tears. She pleaded, “Mum, please, where is Rimsha?” Her mother, who hadn’t had the opportunity to speak until then, lowered her head with a deep sigh. Seeing this, Jehan’s tears began to fall uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the lack of preparation they had when it came to Rimsha—a devastating blow to her love for her younger sister.
Nearly 30 minutes passed before her mother finally lifted her head, her heart clearly broken. She began to speak, addressing Aunty A’isha. “Look, Rimsha is not there. Even though we thought we’d see her, we searched and found nothing.”
Panic set in as Aunty A’isha and Jehan grew increasingly anxious. Aunty A’isha, distressed, suggested, “Why don’t we go to the police station and file a report?”
Jehan’s mother shook her head. “Aunty A’isha, have you forgotten what Alhaji Shitu told us?”
“No, Maryam, I haven’t forgotten,” Aunty A’isha replied. “But we must act now. This isn’t a minor case. If God wills, Nawazuddin will arrive soon, and they won’t be able to stop him. Don’t you think it’s time to go to the police?”
Maryam hesitated but stood firm. “I understand, Aunty A’isha. But going to the police is not an option. Even yesterday, when I suggested it, they dismissed the idea. And frankly, I cannot face the consequences of involving the police.”
Aunty A’isha, torn and unsure, asked, “Maryam, what should we do then?”
Maryam replied solemnly, “We must rely on God and continue praying for Rimsha. The decision to search or report her is no longer on the table—we cannot risk the trouble it might bring. Remember what Alhaji Shitu warned us about?”
Silence filled the room. Aunty A’isha pondered while Jehan’s tears flowed steadily. “I know you wanted her to fulfill her duties, but now, my only sister is lost. Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un,” she cried. The room echoed with grief, their faces marked by the tension and heartbreak that words couldn’t convey.
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Kano State
A grand, luxurious two-story mansion stood proudly, an architectural marvel that suggested its owners were either influential government officials or wealthy businessmen. The house featured two main sections, with a small, elegant pool situated in the center. To the left, a spacious parking area sheltered three high-end cars: a Mercedes-Benz McLaren Solus GT, a Rolls-Royce Boat Tail, and another luxury vehicle. On the right, vibrant flowerbeds added a touch of nature's beauty to the scene.
Beside the parking area, a large glass lounge housed plush seating, including a central set of sky-blue chairs. A large coffee table stood on one side, and a mini fridge stocked with lemonade sat on the other. Everything about the house exuded opulence.
Suddenly, a fluffy white puppy dashed out of the grand main door, wagging its tail excitedly. A young girl, no older than 13 or 14, followed closely behind. She wore knee-length jeans and a light black shirt, her smooth chocolate complexion glowing under the sunlight. Her striking features—big milk-white eyes, a delicate nose, and a beautiful face—made her stand out. Her shoulder-length hair swayed as she ran, calling after the puppy.
“Dolly, stop! Please, Dolly, I love you!” she shouted, panting. The puppy, Dolly, raced ahead, finally stopping at the play area—a spacious section complete with a basketball court, swings, a toy horse, and other amusements. Dolly jumped onto a swing, watching the girl catch up. Breathless, she bent over, clutching her waist, and looked at Dolly.
“Why, Dolly? Why make it so hard for me? What did I do to you?” she said with a smile. Dolly leapt onto her lap, nuzzling her affectionately. The girl stroked the puppy’s fur tenderly, her laughter breaking the silence.
Just then, an imposing figure appeared—a distinguished man referred to as Alhaji. He approached slowly, and the girl, seeing him, sat up straight, cradling Dolly in her arms, awaiting his words.
