Yar Sadaka Book 2 Hausa Novel Complete
Nasir slowly opened his mouth and asked, "Wazaa'a Ahmad?" Then, with a sly smile, he added, "Do you think Yasmeen can't handle it?" Mashkur’s grin faded slightly as he avoided responding, fully aware of Yasmeen’s royal background and the weight of her situation.
Instead, he picked up his phone from the center table, dialed Yasmeen’s number, and said, “I’ll be back in two minutes,” leaving without waiting for a response. Entering his room, he switched on his phone and called Yasmeen again.
Yasmeen, who was lying in her mother’s room, heard the ringtone faintly. Struggling, she managed to answer, her voice soft. “Baby nah, did you wake up safe?”
Mashkur smiled slightly and replied, “I’m fine, but I’ve been calling you all morning, and you weren’t answering.”
He waited silently as Yasmeen explained herself. Once she finished, he slowly spoke, his voice tinged with concern, “Hey Yasmeen, why are you doing this?”
Without her father around to shield her, Yasmeen felt vulnerable. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away, refusing to let her emotions overwhelm her. She forced a smile through her voice, “Ah ah, baby! Nothing’s wrong now. I’m fine, just a little worried.”
Mashkur chuckled softly. “Where are you?”
Yasmeen hugged herself, the warmth of his concern filling her heart. She felt his love in every fiber of her being. After a brief silence, Mashkur gently called her name.
"Yes?" she answered, her voice tender but steady.
Mashkur asked, “Are you feeling okay now?”
But before she could answer, Yasmeen let out a loud cry. “Baby, your grandmother—oh, Dasauri!”
Mashkur, confused, asked, “Who is Dasauri? Is she related to Lele’s daughter?”
Mubeena, overhearing the conversation, laughed as she snatched the phone. “Oh, groom-to-be! Stop overthinking. Just hold onto the bride for us, and everything will be fine. That’s your privilege now.”
Mashkur laughed but had no idea how to respond. "Alright, alright. I’ll call later," he managed before ending the call.
Mubeena turned to Yasmeen, “Come on, let’s go.”
They walked out to meet Yasmeen’s mother in the parlor. Mubeena said, "Mama, we need your help." Together, they went to Aunty Khadijah’s room, where Khadijah handed Yasmeen a cup filled with herbal medicine.
"Drink this," Khadijah instructed firmly.
Yasmeen hesitated. “Aunty, do I really have to?”
"You’re asking me this in my house? Of course, you have to," Khadijah replied sternly, knowing Yasmeen’s stubbornness.
Reluctantly, Yasmeen obeyed and began drinking, while Khadijah smiled knowingly. “You’re privileged, girl. You don’t know how lucky you are. Just drink it, and then go tell your father.”
Yasmeen smiled and whispered, “We’re going to get married soon. Everyone knows.”
Mubeena laughed, teasing her, “You better be ready!”
At 7:30, Mashkur returned home. The house was lively, filled with relatives and friends. He noticed Mummy’s cousins, her younger brother, and her other in-laws gathered in the living room, chatting animatedly.
Amidst the warm chaos, he turned to Aunty Lateefah and began asking her questions about the wedding preparations.
