Abulle Ta Mai Unguwa Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The village head was seated on his chair, while the rest of the royal courtiers surrounded him on a large mat, engaged in lively chat and gossip.
Ever since they approached the palace, the village head's eyes had been fixed on her.
She was carrying a hawking tray on her head, her waist tightly wrapped with a shawl, and her face was heavily made up with cheap powder.
She was just pouring out outbursts of anger, to the point of foaming at the mouth.
"Karime, by God, tomorrow I'm going to beat Indo up! That worthless rascal—out of everyone, she couldn't find anyone else to flirt with except Hamusu, the lover of my soul! I swear to God, I feel like throwing this hawking tray down and going to tear that accursed girl apart!"
"Well, Abuwa, how long have I been telling you to stay away from that accursed girl? It's your foolish habit of clinging to people that made you pick up someone who stole your lover. Am I not enough of a friend for you?"
She gave her a look from head to toe and sneered, purse-lipped.
"Ha! Have you forgotten whose daughter she is? She's the village head's daughter! Every week on Friday, we go to eat rice at their house. But you? Have they ever even cooked rice once at your house? And that one time they did, it was only because your brother took a long-distance bus to do commercial runs in the city and bought a measure of it back for you guys."
In a fit of annoyance, she replied, "You greedy little rascal! Wallahi, you've really got some nerve. I knew all along that your sticking to her was for selfish reasons; that's why every Friday you'd chase me away whenever I came over to hang out with you. You even have the nerve to say I've only eaten at your house once. How many times have you eaten at ours?"
"Not even once. But you do come over out of greed for corn couscous with red soup!"
"Useless talk! Something that isn't even cooked for three or four weeks at a time! And on the days it is made, you act out—frowning all day and puffing up like Dudu's fried dough at the market entrance!"
"What nonsense! Am I the Dudu's fried dough?! By God, I will jump right onto the bridge of your mouth and pound your lips to a pulp, you daughter of a..." She set down the hawking tray of boiled peanuts and charged straight at her to grab her.
Quickly stepping aside, the other girl shouted, "Only if I stand still will you pound anything! Wallahi, between you and Indo, I’m going to go tell her that you only come to their house out of greed!"