Auren Huce Haushi Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Zahra’s Deep Sleep and the Family Gathering
 
A heavy sleep had completely taken over Zahra until Sameer entered the room and told Rukayya to check on her — their boss was calling and said there was a problem.
Rukayya went to Zahra’s room and found her fast asleep, with Sameer’s phone beside her. She picked it up and saw it was on airplane mode. When she checked it, she laughed and said softly, “Good girl, you know what you’re doing. I’m behind you — stay strong over your husband. Other women’s eyes are on him, you’ve done well!”
 
Rukayya quickly switched off the airplane mode and ran outside, saying, “Here it is, Sameer. She’s just asleep.”
He collected the phone, checked it, and saw everything was fine. He hissed lightly, saying, “They just want to complicate my life; I don’t even know what to do anymore.”
Rukayya heard him and remained silent, feeling bitter over how he ignored her earlier. He turned away and walked off, dialing a number.
 
Then Hajiya Makwarari came out of her room with large plastic mats, calling, “Rakiya! Come spread these on the veranda before people start gathering.”
Rukayya frowned. “Please stop calling me that name. My name is Rukayya, not Rakiya. You’re spoiling it.”
She took the mats anyway.
“Fine, my dear,” said Hajiya, “after that, go to Kurmi and bring me masoro from Alhaji Baba’s place. I’ll prepare medicine for that girl to start using it today — it’ll help her body recover from coldness and weakness.”
 
After setting up the mats, Rukayya joined Hajiya in the living room where they checked food and drinks prepared for the visitors. Hajiya opened a container of spicy chicken pepper and said, “Let me taste one — it smells so good.”
“Cover that one,” Rukayya replied. “Take from the ones in the kitchen, and don’t forget the snacks. But first, buy her list at the market. Go with Sadiya — take a tricycle since the market is crowded. You know Sameer won’t give you his car, and the one we came with is already being used by Aliyu.”
 
In less than 30 minutes, they were back. By then, Zahra was still asleep. Soon, people started arriving — relatives and guests filled the house for the occasion.
 
The Herbal Mixture and Zahra’s Escape
 
Hajiya took the ground masoro from the blender and poured it into a small plastic container. She carried it personally to Zahra’s room, saying, “Where’s Mahmud’s wife?”
“She’s asleep,” someone replied softly.
Hajiya touched Zahra lightly. “Wake up, my dear, here’s a remedy for your ailment, by God’s permission.”
 
Zahra sat up and watched Hajiya as she placed the container beside her.
“Open it and I’ll tell you how to use it,” Hajiya said.
Zahra opened it and saw it was powdered herbs.
 
“Now listen,” Hajiya instructed. “Take one-quarter of a teaspoon, pour it into hot boiling water, let it sit for twenty minutes, strain it, and drink the water. Keep doing that until it finishes — God willing, it’ll cleanse your system and normalize your cycle. Forget about all that nonsense of surgery; are people now cutting women like pumpkins?”
 
Zahra laughed softly. “In shaa Allah, I’ll do as you said. Thank you so much, may God reward you.”
“Amin,” Hajiya said. “May Allah grant you health. Be patient with your husband. Women are watching him closely; if you behave well, you’ll enjoy your marriage. But don’t ever let anyone show superiority over you. Respect his relatives and grandmother — they visited yesterday, but returned before nightfall.”
 
Zahra listened quietly, not fully understanding all the talk.
Soon Rukayya entered with food and snacks, saying jokingly, “Since I didn’t see you outside, I guessed you stopped her from sleeping. Once you want something, Hajiya, there’s no rest until you get it!”
 
“Go away,” Hajiya replied. “You think sickness can be cured with dancing around? If we don’t treat this early, it might affect her fertility. She’s too young to face such problems. I’ll even get her body-toning herbs soon.”
 
Rukayya covered her mouth in shock. “Wait — did she tell you she wants that?”
Before Hajiya could respond, Zahra interrupted:
“Haba, Aunty Rukayya, Hajiya means well! She’s been taking care of me since I came here.”
 
“Of course!” Rukayya said sarcastically. “She even sent me to Kurmi market — I haven’t been there since secondary school!”
 
Hajiya hissed. “Fine, suit yourself.” She walked away.
Zahra quickly stood up, saying, “Let me step out for a moment.”
 
She entered the toilet to freshen up. When she came out, the compound was already filled with people and noise. Using the opportunity, she slipped to the porch, took out her face mask and eyeglasses, wore them, and left quietly.
 
A tricycle stopped by; she entered and said, “Take me to Janbulo.”
“Madam, that’s a long way — I’m heading to Rimi.”
“I’ll pay for a full drop,” she said firmly.
 
As they moved farther from the area, she sighed in relief. “Dr, I leave you people to yourselves. You almost ruined my life for nothing. I don’t even know where you came from, but I won’t let you destroy me.”
 
When they reached Sajida’s area, she told the rider to stop by a POS shop so she could withdraw money.
She gave him ₦10,000.
He looked surprised. “Madam, that’s too much — the fare is only ₦700. Are you new here?”
She smiled faintly. “I know. Keep it. Thank you, and may God protect you.”
He replied, “Amen, may God bless you too.”
She walked into the compound quietly as he rode off.
 
The Search and Zahra’s New Refuge
 
After the dowry gifts had been displayed — four sets of boxes, three large bags, and two decorative baskets — everyone admired their beauty. But soon, Rukayya realized Zahra was missing.
At first, they thought she was around. Then panic set in — Zahra was nowhere to be found.
 
Mommy scolded Rukayya, “She’s just a young girl. Maybe she went to a neighbor’s house or didn’t want to face the crowd. Go check around.”
“Yes, Mommy,” Rukayya replied and went with two others to look for her.
Hajiya Makwarari muttered, “Maybe she followed the people who brought the gifts.”
Rukayya snapped, “Please, Hajiya! Do you think she’s a child that would follow strangers?”
 
But truly, Zahra was gone. Mommy called Sameer immediately.
He rushed back home in confusion. “What’s going on?” he asked.
Hajiya replied, “We can’t find Mahmud’s wife. She’s missing.”
He was shocked. “What? Where could she have gone?”
 
He ran outside, asking around. Finally, a man selling oil said he saw her leave wearing a face mask and glasses, boarding a tricycle toward Shatema Road.
Sameer held his head, panicking. “What kind of trouble is this? How could she just disappear like that? She doesn’t even have a phone!”
 
Meanwhile, Zahra was already safe inside Sajida’s family house. Their maid welcomed her warmly:
“Welcome, Amarya! You’re most welcome.”
 
They chatted briefly before the maid said, “The family traveled to Kano to see an ill relative. Make yourself comfortable; I’ll bring you food.”
 
Zahra bathed, dressed in Sajida’s soft fabric gown, and ate a delicious meal of kuskus, pepper soup, tiger nut milk, and cold water.
Feeling fresh and calm, she lay down to rest, whispering,
 
> “Alhamdulillah… by tomorrow, I’ll refuel my car. With how cheap things are here, people treat me like I’m a jewel.”