Bayan Na Mutu Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

I lowered my head even further as a deep flush of embarrassment rushed to my cheeks, my eyes fixed on my fingers, which refused to stay still. I knew his eyes were locked on me, and that if I dared to look up, my gaze would inevitably lock with his.
"I am fully aware of everything you are going through, and I know that your aspirations are different from ours. I promise you that I will support you in achieving your dreams, if only you will give me the chance."
Tears welled up in my eyes upon hearing those words. For two long years of my life, I had longed to hear such words from anyone among my relatives—even just a single person from whom I could find support.
My heart continued to beat so rapidly that I couldn't tell whether I was in reality or in a dream. I could not believe that, after all this time, what I had been searching for would find me right in the place that had shattered my past life—a place I had always viewed as a prison, in stark contrast to a proper home where a human being is expected to live with dignity and respect.
Yet, it is often said that every success comes with challenges that deepen our understanding of things. My stay in this house had taught me a wealth of lessons, making me comprehend a darker side of life, completely different from the one I grew up in.
I smiled softly, my heart hoping that this would mark the beginning of a brand-new life ahead of me.
"I won't pressure you. I will wait until you are ready. Take your time to think it through calmly, Fatima."
He said this when my silence stretched on for too long.
My heart skipped a beat at the gentle way his voice uttered my name; I felt as though I could melt right into a river.
"Hey, you!"
A booming voice from the side jolted me out of my reverie. I snapped out of it quickly, just as the Ankara top I was washing slipped back into the bucket, before raising my eyes to meet his figure—Yaya Sule.
The one single individual who never let a single day of my life pass without causing chaos. On many occasions, when my mind would drift off aimlessly, I often imagined that my life in this house would be much easier if only he would move somewhere else. He wasn't the type to go out much, so he was almost always by Hajiya’s side, chipping away at whatever remained of our fractured relationship.
"What are you doing here?"
He asked, looking down at the bucket in front of me.
What? I thought you were sitting right there when Hajiya threw this massive pile of laundry at me in the chilly early morning, before everyone else had even woken up, telling me to go wash them.
How I wished I could say that to him without bringing trouble upon myself.
"I am washing Hajiya's clothes," I replied softly, having no other choice.
"Well, she is waiting for her pap once you are finished."
I glared at his back as he walked away, and then pulled out one of her huge tops, which looked like a Buba given how tightly it fitted her whenever she wore it. In all my years, I had never seen a woman as heavily built as my grandmother.
As I wrung out the clothes and hung them on the line, my mind began to dread the scolding I would receive, considering I was only just finishing and had yet to go and prepare the pap. Thank God Aunty Habiba had pitied me early this morning and told me she would prepare her own pap along with Hajiya's, so I could just go and collect it when I was done—even though it had genuinely surprised me when she stopped to speak to me.
"Oh, Bintu, whose clothes are you washing this early in the morning?"
"They are Hajiya's clothes," I had replied after greeting her.
She had pursed her lips slightly. "They should have left you until the sun was up. Doing this in the freezing cold feels like a punishment..."