Atsakanin Soyayya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Award-Winning Beach
 
A grand beach, famous worldwide and crowned World Best Beach 2018, stretched before the eye. Calm blue waters shimmered as fishing vessels sailed gently. At the front of one boat stood a tall, fair-skinned young man with a solid, masculine build. He wore a brown shirt, short shorts that barely covered his thighs, white stylish bathroom slippers, and a red p-cap tilted on his head. One ear glittered with a single earring.
 
He stared at the water where fish leapt and vanished again, standing still for almost two minutes before releasing a warm sigh. Picking up a fishing rod leaning against the boat’s railing, he carefully unwound the line and cast it into the water. A faint smile revealed how much he loved this.
 
From a small sachet labeled “fish food,” he drew a ball-like bait and hooked it securely before lowering the rod back into the water. He waited patiently, his expression calm but expectant.
 
The Catch and the Call
 
After about thirty seconds, a quiet, almost mischievous “Got you” escaped his lips. He began reeling in quickly. Just then, his phone rang from his shorts pocket. Ignoring it, he continued until the line emerged with a large, struggling fish. Smiling, he walked to a deep basket, dropped the fish in, and set the rod down.
 
Finally, he pulled out his phone. The caller ID made him frown, but he answered with a drawn-out, “Dadddd.”
 
Father’s Warning
 
The deep, stern voice on the other end wasted no time.
 
> “Don’t ‘Dad’ me. Where are your bodyguards?”
 
 
 
Aliyu’s tone turned low and reluctant.
 
> “You already know. Why ask?”
 
 
 
His father’s voice rose, anger sharp. He demanded Aliyu return to the beach where the bodyguards had been left, reminding him of the cost of his protection.
 
Aliyu’s frustration flared.
 
> “I’m old enough to protect myself. Allah is the protector of all mankind. Stop treating me like a toddler—I’m 29 years and 7 months.”
 
 
 
But his father wouldn’t back down.
 
> “Turn the boat back. And cover yourself—you’ll catch a cold. Next week, you’re returning to Nigeria where I can watch over you myself.”
 
 
 
Aliyu muttered a reluctant “Eh” before hanging up, his mood soured.
 
Return to Shore
 
He started the boat’s engine and sped back to shore. There stood his two suited bodyguards, one holding a blanket.
 
> “Sir, your Dad asked us to give you this.”
 
 
 
Aliyu refused coldly and headed straight for a large jeep. Sneezing, he was again urged to take the blanket.
 
> “Get in the car and drive me home,” he ordered.
 
 
 
The drive took 20 minutes. Upon arrival at a grand house, he ignored the guards’ courtesy and stormed inside.
 
Cold and a Call
 
Upstairs in a sky-blue bedroom, still sneezing, Aliyu switched off the AC and saw his father’s name flash on his phone. This time he answered silently.
 
> “Still angry with your Daddy?” his father teased warmly.
Aliyu smiled faintly.
 
 
 
Encouraged, his father told him to put on a sweater. Aliyu complied, pulling out a dark, stylish one that brought out his complexion.
 
> “You see, now the cold will ease. Stop being stubborn, Aliyu. You’re fragile; even a little wind makes you sick. Come back to Nigeria so I can have peace of mind.”
 
 
The Argument About Marriage
 
Aliyu resisted.
 
> “The weather in Nigeria is too harsh, Dad. I don’t want to come back.”
 
 
 
His father softened his voice.
 
> “Finish your project, then come home. We’ll find you a wife.”
 
 
 
Aliyu groaned.
 
> “Don’t talk about marriage. I can’t live with a woman—they’re too troublesome.”
 
 
 
His father dropped the subject and urged him to return by Thursday instead of Friday. Aliyu finally agreed, making his father beam with relief.
 
The Ruined Day
 
> “Did you eat pancakes today?” his father asked.
 
 
 
Aliyu pouted.
 
> “No. You ruined my day, Dad.”
 
 
 
His father promised that on Aliyu’s return, he’d take him to the best pastry shop for pancakes and velvet cake. The thought made Aliyu smile sleepily.
 
> “Let your bodyguards do their job, Son. I love you.”
“Love you too, Dad,” Aliyu replied before drifting into a deep, peaceful sleep.
 
Suleja, Nigeria — A Peaceful Morning
 
In a spacious brown-themed living room scented with incense, a woman prayed on a mat. She rose, checked the wall clock—9:08 AM—and headed out.
 
In the courtyard sat another woman having her feet adorned with intricate bridal henna. Her skirt was drawn up to reveal her calves, while her hands were being painted as well.
 
The henna artist was a strikingly dark-skinned young girl with a glowing complexion, thick natural brows, and long curled lashes. She wore a black atampa dress and a cap over her loose, coiled hair.
 
From the doorway, the praying woman called,
 
> “Aneesah!”
 
 
 
The girl looked up sharply.
 
> “Na’am, Ammi?”
 
 
 
> “You haven’t finished the henna and it’s already past nine. You’ll be late.”
 
 
 
Startled, Aneesah exclaimed,
 
> “Innalillahi! Madam will scold me.”
 
 
 
She hurried her work until her mother cautioned,
 
> “Calm down. Do it neatly.”
 
 
 
Aneesah nodded and continued carefully as her mother returned inside for her devotions.