Aisha Saddiqah Part 4 Complete Hausa Novel

An Unexpected Visit
 
As soon as Haseenah saw Prince (Hamma) step out, she stood excitedly. But Aisha noticed something else—his face tightened, darkened, his usual calmness gone. He looked more like a hardened Yoruba man than a gentle Fulani prince.
 
He barked, "What are you doing here?"
 
Haseenah pleaded, "Please Prince, just a few minutes. I came to offer my condolences for the Emir and apologize to you. Aunty Taiwo told me you were in Argentina. I'm here for a work project and thought I should also make peace."
 
Hamma sat beside Aisha, fighting to calm his fury. Aisha, on the other hand, felt a chill—this must be Haseenah Ambursa, the ex-lover Kiki had mentioned, the reason Prince stayed single for 13 years.
 
She stood to give them space, but Hamma gently held her hand. "Where are we going? We’re leaving together."
 
Aisha replied, "You have a guest. I’ll bring drinks."
 
"Sit," he said coldly. "She didn’t come for drinks. She’s leaving soon."
 
The Weight of the Past
 
Aisha’s heart grew heavy. She couldn't ignore the deep history between them. Was she just a filler? A backup bride? Was Haseenah returning to reclaim her place?
 
Meanwhile, Prince burned inside—how dare Taiwo give out his address? He swore to deal with Pareto later for opening his gates to just anyone.
 
Haseenah asked for privacy. Prince shut her down: "I have nothing to hide from my wife."
That struck her hard. The man before her wasn't the Kehinde she once knew.
 
Still, she gathered herself. Apologized for the heartbreak, the betrayal, the 13 lost years. "You’ve always had my heart, Kehinde. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I beg you. I paid the price too—Tokunbo never married me, never looked back. But I learned, I regret, and I’ve changed."
 
Forgiveness and Moving On
 
Prince looked at her, now aged and faded. Her youthful beauty was gone. The glamour had dimmed. But in Aisha, he saw the radiance of youth, sincerity, and peace. She was a gift from Allah, a blessing in disguise.
 
He turned to Haseenah and said:
"Allah ya yafe mana. I was deeply hurt, but truly, I hold no grudge. He compensated me with Aisha Siddiqah. I forgive you—for her sake, and for Allah's."
 
Haseenah’s tears fell silently. "Thank you," she whispered, knowing she had lost a treasure greater than any king.
 
As she turned to leave, she said her goodbyes, but Prince stopped her:
"No next time, Haseenah. I wish you peace, but don’t come here again."
 
She nodded, “You deserve happiness. Aisha, you don’t know how lucky you are.”
She left with a bitter smile.
 
Silent Turmoil
 
Aisha appreciated that Hamma had honored her in front of his past, yet she burned with jealousy. The depth of Prince’s old love rattled her. Was this the same kind of love she was now falling into without realizing it?
 
Suddenly, she didn’t want to go out anymore. "I’m not in the mood. You can go without me," she said, unraveling her headscarf.
 
Prince, trying to reassure her, said,
"Don’t read too much into it. She’s just a chapter I’ve closed long ago."
 
"You don’t owe me an explanation. After all, I’m just the consolation bride, right?"
She excused herself for prayers, clearly upset.
 
He called softly, "Aisha… Siddiqah…"
She responded coldly, "No problem, Uncle."
 
Prince clenched his jaw in frustration. "Allah ya isa da Taiwo!" he thought.
He wondered: "Wait, does this mean Aisha now feels jealousy? Is she falling for me too?"
 
Later, he went to her room to explain, but walked in just as she came out of the shower, covered only in a towel.
 
Startled, she gasped, "Subhanallah, Uncle!"
He froze, then muttered, "Even ‘Uncle’ is back. Thanks to Haseenah!"
 
She retreated to the bathroom, slamming the door.
 
That night, Aisha remained distant. Even when he found her asleep on the couch, she insisted he sleep alone.
The gap widened. The air grew colder.
 
Nenne’s Assumption
 
The next day, Aisha looked tired. Nenne called, and Aisha’s soft voice triggered alarm bells.
"Aisha bata jin dadi?" she asked Prince.
He replied briefly, "Eh."
 
"Ta fara daure ciki ne!" Nenne cried excitedly.
 
Prince was stunned. "Ciki kuma? What's that?"
 
"Me juna biyu ke nan!" she shouted. "Three days of sickness and you didn't go to the hospital?"
 
He passed the phone to Aisha. Upon hearing “ciki”, she panicked and accidentally cut her hand with a kitchen knife.
 
Prince rushed to her. They locked eyes in shared shock—and then burst out laughing.
 
"When did you even tell her you’re pregnant?" he teased.
 
Aisha finally giggled, her laughter bringing back light to her face.
 
In that moment, as she looked at him, she saw the completeness of her world:
A good man. Beautiful. Noble. Rich. Kind. Educated. Everything a woman could pray for.
 
But then her mind drifted again…
"So this is how Haseenah must have felt, loved so deeply. What did she experience in those glory days of their love?"