Duk Daya Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Silence After the Incident
The great patience that Maizube showed Ardo over the nonsense I had caused made him simply turn and leave without saying anything. Even Mahmud—I only realized he had left his squatting place when he was already gone, but I didn’t know exactly when he stood up and left.
I didn’t know how Ardo spoke with Mahmud and his parents. All I saw was that he escorted them to where they had parked their car.
After that, I continued living my life peacefully at home, going about my daily activities with calmness and comfort because no one brought up the matter concerning them again. And honestly, I preferred it that way.
No matter how much I desired marriage, whenever I thought about it, it made me uneasy. It meant I would have to leave Ardo. Even though he now had other sons, that did not change anything for me. I would have to stop going to the market, stop going hunting, stop riding my horse, and stop participating in the traditional games.
I began asking myself: Would those people truly be able to replace the things I would lose?
I had already grown used to this life—it had become a part of me. And I knew that in the city there would be no open fields for grazing, no markets like ours, and certainly no hunting.
A New Proposal
Bodejo, on the other hand, openly showed that she did not want me to leave home. Because of that, my heart was thrown into deep confusion.
Only a few days after Mahmud and his family left, Sa’idu returned again—this time with his own parents. My heart began pounding the moment I saw them, remembering the tension that happened when Mahmud and his parents had visited earlier.
I was lying on my bed pretending to be asleep so that Bodejo would not start talking to me about their arrival. Suddenly, I heard Maizube enter the room and sit at the edge of the bed.
“Bodejo, I came to see you,” she said.
Bodejo looked at her calmly and asked, “Is everything alright?”
“Yes, everything is fine,” Maizube replied. “It is about the visit of these people. Ardo asked me to come and discuss with you. Sa’idu and his parents have come again, and he wants to give them the marriage so that they can be relieved from all the back-and-forth traveling they have been doing.
Even though she said she likes them both, from the way she relates with them, Ardo believes Sa’idu is the one most suitable for her. There is a lot of respect and modesty between them. What do you think?”
Bodejo acted as if she did not hear what Maizube said and gave no reply. Maizube waited for a while, but when she became tired of waiting, she stood up and left, realizing she would get no answer.
Preparing for the Wedding
The next morning I heard Ardo telling Maizube to inform Sa’idu’s parents that the wedding would take place on the second day of Sha’aban, so that I could observe my fasting inside my room afterward. Maizube agreed that it was a good decision.
When news spread that Ardo had fixed my wedding with a man who was not even from our Bodii tribe, there was a lot of gossip within our tribe. Even the Hausa people we interacted with were amazed, saying that if they had known this would happen, they too would have joined the men seeking my hand in marriage.
The days of my wedding approached quickly because there was not much time between the announcement and the ceremony.
One Saturday, Ardo separated four large bulls from his herd and said they should be sold so that the money could be used to buy my wedding furniture. But Maizube and the Sarkin Fawa stopped him, saying that even ten bulls would be enough—and if more money was needed, another five could be added later. Eventually, he agreed.
From the 27th day of Rajab, preparations for my wedding began in our house—five days before the wedding itself. The house became so crowded with people that it was impossible to describe. Relatives and friends from both near and far all arrived. Everywhere in the house there were people, while outside animals were being slaughtered and food was being cooked continuously.
Even the Sarkin Fawa and his family moved into our house temporarily and stayed until the celebration would end.
On Wednesday, the 30th of Rajab, my Qur’an completion ceremony was held. On that same day, Ardo promised that my traditional tribal markings would be done—the markings that reveal one’s origin so that anyone who sees me would immediately know I am a daughter of the Bodii tribe.
That same day, Sa’idu arrived with a group of his friends, including Mahmud. They prevented the tribal markings from being done by paying a large sum of money to cancel the process.
The following morning I was decorated with henna, and as tradition required, milk was sprinkled on me. Early on Friday morning, Sa’idu’s father… (the story continues).