Bakar Zuciya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Noise echoed from every direction in the medium-sized compound. Just looking at the movement of people coming and going, you could tell an event was underway, as the house was filled with women, each dressed in matching event attire (anko) and made up as best as they could.

A woman, who looked to be at most between thirty-five and thirty-six years old, was standing by the entrance of a modest restroom located near the entryway of the house.

She was also dressed in the matching anko outfit, with both hands tucked into the pockets of her long gown. She glanced at the compound, looked at the restroom again, and let out a long, frustrated hiss. Stepping closer to the restroom, she leaned against the door and said, "Rahamah, what are you doing that you haven't come out all this time? Everyone is done getting ready, but you're tucked away in the bathroom, trying to get us into trouble with Baba. Besides, the venue isn't close, and the sun is going to get high."

Another woman came out from one of the three adjacent rooms. Trying to slip on her shoes, she looked at the woman standing by the bathroom and said, "Jamila, do you mean to say that girl still hasn't come out? As if she's preparing to change her skin! What kind of bath takes nearly an hour?" She finished speaking just as she reached Aunty Jamila.

"Tell her, Aunty Zulai! Come and speak to her yourself, maybe she'll listen to you. I swear I've been talking for over ten minutes and that girl has completely ignored me. And I don't even hear signs of bathing, since I haven't heard the sound of water," said Aunty Jamila, stepping aside for Aunty Zulai to reach the bathroom door.

As for me, I heard every single word they were saying, but I was just weeping silently. In fact, ever since I stepped into the toilet, I hadn't even removed the wrapper around my waist, let alone started bathing. I just stood there crying my heart out, my soul filled with fear and dread of being separated from my parents.