Adamsy Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Night of Fear and Confusion
 
Aguje came out of her room screaming for help, her veil fell and tangled her feet, causing her to fall to the ground.
Adamsy rushed out from his own room, shouting her name.
 
> “Husnah! Husnah!! Husnah!!!”
 
 
 
As soon as she saw him, she closed her eyes and screamed again, burying her head between her knees.
Amina came out of her room after hearing Husnah’s scream. Shocked, she asked,
 
> “What’s going on, newlywed? You were brought in just last night. The people who came with you barely left an hour ago, and now you’re out here screaming? What happened?”
 
 
 
Hearing Amina’s voice, Husnah quickly moved behind her, hiding as if someone wanted to catch her.
 
Amina turned to Adamsy and asked,
 
> “Adams, what’s happening? I heard her screaming and came out to check, but I’m confused—what did you do to her?”
 
 
 
Adamsy shook his head in distress and replied,
 
> “That’s exactly what surprises me too. When we arrived, she was with her friends. After the wedding rites, I escorted them out and locked the door. But the moment I entered again, she looked at me and began screaming.”
 
 
 
Amina pulled Husnah closer, stared into her eyes, and said softly,
 
> “Husnah, what’s wrong with you?”
 
 
 
But Husnah only wept silently, tears pouring like water from a tap. Seeing that she wouldn’t talk, Amina glanced at Adamsy and said,
 
> “Could it be she has a mental condition?”
 
 
 
Adamsy shook his head again.
 
> “I don’t think so. If she had one, her mother would’ve told me.”
 
 
 
Amina then said to Husnah,
 
> “It’s already late—quarter to twelve. Go to bed.”
 
 
 
Without argument, Husnah went to her room. Adamsy bent down, picked up her veil, and followed her inside.
 
When he entered, she was sitting on the bed with her head bowed. He called softly,
 
> “Husnah…”
 
 
 
She slowly raised her head—and froze. The figure before her had the body of a man but a head that was not human: horns, hairy face, and glowing red eyes. Terrified, she screamed louder than before, bolted toward the door, and crashed into it before running out.
 
Amina, who was about to enter her own room, heard the scream. Turning quickly, she saw Husnah running toward her, crying and clinging tightly to her.
 
> “Husnah, what is it now? You’re screaming again in the middle of the night! Do you want to wake the whole neighborhood? Please, go to bed!”
 
 
 
But Husnah shook her head violently, crying,
 
> “I swear, I won’t go with him—he scares me!”
 
 
 
Amina frowned.
 
> “What do you mean he scares you? Isn’t he your husband?”
 
 
 
Husnah didn’t answer. Amina turned to Adamsy, who stood speechless.
 
> “What’s going on, Adams? You just got married, and now all this trouble?”
 
 
 
> “I have no answer, Amina. From the moment I entered, she’s been screaming like I’m a monster.”
 
 
 
Amina sighed.
 
> “Could she be mentally unstable?”
 
 
 
> “No,” Adamsy replied. “She’s perfectly normal—unless something strange is going on.”
 
 The Terrifying Revelation
 
Amina led Husnah to sit on a chair.
 
> “Husnah, what’s really wrong? Were you always like this?”
 
 
 
Husnah shook her head.
 
> “No. It’s just that he changes his appearance when we’re alone in the room—it frightens me!”
 
 
 
Amina and Adamsy exchanged stunned looks. Husnah continued,
 
> “Aunty, doesn’t your husband ever change his form before you?”
 
 
 
Amina frowned.
 
> “Of course not! My husband has no such thing. Maybe you’re imagining things—or suffering from some illness. What do you mean by ‘changing form’ like some jinn?”
 
 
 
Husnah looked up sharply.
 
> “Yes, Aunty—he looks exactly like a jinn!”
 
 
 
She burst into tears again.
 
Amina pointed at her.
 
> “Do you think you can see a jinn with your eyes? Calm down—it’s probably just a dream frightening you. Otherwise, you must be mentally disturbed.”
 
 
 
> “I’m telling the truth, Aunty! I’m not mad—I saw him clearly. After he escorted his friends and returned, he began changing. But when they were around, he looked normal!”
 
 
 
Adamsy just stared at her, speechless and confused. His mind was clouded with thoughts.
 
Amina consoled Husnah, pleading with her to return to her room. When Husnah calmed down a little, Amina escorted her to the door, closed it, and went to her own room.
 
Husnah, trembling, watched as Adamsy entered behind her. She ran toward the door, but he quickly blocked her way. Out of fear, she collapsed unconscious.
 
He sat on a chair, holding his head.
 
> “I’m doomed,” he muttered.
 
 
 
He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, opened it, and sprinkled it on her. She gasped, crying weakly as she regained consciousness.
 
> “Husnah…” he called softly.
 
 
 
She looked at him with terror and burst into tears again, crawling backward. Seeing this, he stood up and said quietly,
 
> “Go to your room and sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”
 
 
 
Then he walked away, muttering to himself,
 
> “What kind of wedding night is this? A wife who runs from me like I’m a beast? A night meant for joy has turned into a night of sorrow.”
 
 
 
He removed his robe and entered the toilet, his heart filled with troubled thoughts.
 
Husnah, seeing him go, locked herself in the room, slid down by the door, and wept bitterly. When she checked the clock, it was already 1 a.m. She couldn’t go out—fear pinned her in place. Exhausted from crying, she eventually fell asleep with the lights still on.
 
Meanwhile, Adamsy prayed deep into the night, asking God to help him overcome this strange situation. He finally slept around 2 a.m.
 
The Morning After
 
By dawn, Adamsy woke up, performed ablution, and went to the mosque for the morning prayer. He knocked gently on Amina’s door to wake her before leaving. Standing by Husnah’s door, he hesitated to knock, fearing she might panic again, so he walked out quietly.
 
Later that morning, he drove straight to Husnah’s family home. He parked outside and greeted her father, who was sitting by the door listening to the BBC news. After exchanging pleasantries, Adamsy grew tense—Husnah’s father didn’t seem to know she had left her husband’s house.
 
He wondered what to say. If she wasn’t home, where could she be? How would he explain that his bride had run away just hours after arriving?
 
Before he could speak, a little girl of about seven came out and said,
 
> “Abba, they said I should check if you’re back.”
 
 
 
> “Yes, I just returned. What’s the matter?”
 
 
 
> “Aunty Husnah came back from her husband’s house crying.”
 
 
 
Her father turned sharply toward Adamsy, shocked.
 
> “Adam, what’s going on? Why did she come back crying at dawn? I didn’t even know—after morning prayers, I left to see off some guests!”
 
Adamsy sighed deeply.
 
> “Abba, since the night she was brought in, she’s been terrified of me. After her friends left, she started screaming, saying I scared her. We never even spent a full minute peacefully together. By morning, she had disappeared. I came here to check, and now I find she’s back home.”
 
 
 
Husnah’s father was silent for a while, then said calmly,
 
> “Wait here, I’ll be back.”
 
 
 
He went inside—only to find the whole household gathered around Husnah, who sat crying uncontrollably. The house was full of relatives who had come for the wedding but hadn’t yet left, and everyone was alarmed that the bride, taken to her husband’s house just last night, had already returned home in tears.
 
Her father cleared his throat loudly, and the room fell silent as everyone gave him space to speak.