Gubar Rayuwata Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She saw the number, and there was no name saved on it. The message read:
“My love, how are you? How is home? I pray you are well.”
In her heart she said, “So who is this? I know it is not Brother Mahmud.”
She began typing back, replying:
“I’m very fine, but who are you?”
When Harun saw her message, he became excited with joy and replied again:
“I may not have a name, but most people call me the one who loves Zainab.”
She smiled when she saw his message. Before she could reply again, he sent another one saying,
“The one who loves Zainab and hopes to live with her forever.”
Zainab simply sighed.
“So Uncle, are you leaving now?” Laila said sadly.
Uncle Yahaya looked at her and said,
“Come on, Laila, it is only for two days. As for me, when I return I want my sweet words.”
Laila smiled. After that, he went back to their house, greeted his grandmother once more, and then left.
As for Laila, she kept sobbing while composing words for him. While she was still doing that, Khadija came and called her away, and she followed her.
That day too, Sahid went to Alhaji Idris’s house, but Kalisa still did not feel anything for him in her heart. Every day it was only Umar, yet she refused to let us see this Umar.
Alhaji Idris was seated when Garba came in. Alhaji looked at him and said,
“Ahh, come on Garba, it is as if you are no longer from this town. Won’t there be visits between us anymore, or have I offended you?”
Garba quickly and respectfully began to say,
“Come on, Alhaji, by Allah, you have done nothing to me. You know how city life is. My car broke down, that is why I have not been seen until it was repaired.”
Alhaji Idris frowned and said,
“Come on, Garba, your car broke down and you did not even inform me? Then what is the benefit of—”
Garba stopped him, saying,
“Come on, Alhaji, now because of shame and lack of pity, just because my car broke down, should I wait for you to repair it for me?
Then what is the use of the money I make from renting it out?”
Garba adjusted the way he was sitting again, with sympathy and respect for Alhaji, and said,
“Come on! Truly, I can never forget what you did for me. You brought me to the city, gave me a trade, made me live among people, you bought for me—”
Alhaji Idris interrupted him, saying,
“Do not let me hear you say that again. Then what are relatives for, Garba?”
Garba said,
“That is true.”
So they exchanged greetings, and Garba returned, because his house was within Alhaji’s compound, by the side near the gate. He had brought him from the village, given him a car, and lent him a house, because Garba and Alhaji Idris were relatives, children of brothers, and now they had no one else.
Ahmad was sitting on a chair, while Zainab was lying across her elder sister’s legs as they chatted. They were talking in peace and happiness, and greetings were being called out repeatedly, but none of them heard.
It was only when Hajjiya Salima came out from the kitchen and stood over them in annoyance that they realized what was happening.
Before they could say anything, Hajjiya Salima went and opened the door.
It was Brother Aminu and Brother Mahmud.
Hajjiya returned to where Ahmad was and said,
“You can hear someone greeting, yet you keep quiet.”
Zainab got up from Ahmad’s legs while Ahmad said,
“Wallahi, Mommy, we truly did not hear them at all.”
Mahmud, who was standing there, looked at Zainab and said,
“How would you hear, when all you ever do is pamper this girl?”
Ahmad quickly answered,
“Come on, Mahmud, you know I have no one except her. Of course I have to love her and show her affection before she leaves me. And Mommy refused to give birth to others.”
Brother Aminu laughed as he looked at Zainab.
Hajjiya looked at Ahmad and said,
“Well then, be quiet and let them sit down and rest.”
They all burst into laughter while Aminu and Mahmud sat down.
Aminu and Mahmud were like sons in Alhaji Kabiru’s house, because both of them were the sons of his younger brothers who lived in Kaduna, and now they had come to visit them.
Refreshments were brought for them, and they ate and drank, while a cool breeze came in and they began to talk.
Mahmud looked at Zainab and said,
“So, Zainab, young lady.”
She gave him a look and said,
“Hmm?”
Her phone showed her a message notification, so she opened it and read:
“Please, my life, accept the love I have for you, please.”
Zainab replied,
“I do not want nonsense talk. Whoever you are, come out openly and show yourself.”
As for Aminu and the others, they just kept chatting, but half of Mahmud’s attention was on Zainab, who was not listening to them.
Harun replied to her,
“When you are ready, I want us to meet tomorrow.”
“Where will we meet?” she sent back.
“At the restaurant behind your house at 11 in the morning.”
She simply sighed and stood up, about to go into her room, when Mahmud stopped her by calling her name:
“Zainab.”
She turned and looked at him.
Then he said,
“I want you to accompany me to the hospital tomorrow morning. I have something to do there.”
She paused and said,
“Tomorrow morning again?”
Mahmud said,
“Yes.”
She hesitated a little before saying,
“Alright, may Allah let us reach it.”
Then she went into her room.
That day, Alhaji Idris and Hajjiya Maryam had gone to visit one of his old friends. On their way back, he knocked down a little boy who was walking with his grandmother.
Alhaji became extremely disturbed, and so he rushed the boy to the hospital. But sadly, his life had come to an end, and the boy returned to his Maker.
Everyone was deeply shaken. Alhaji Idris, seeing that the old woman had no one to support her, brought her to his house. She confirmed to them that the boy was her grandson, and that both his parents had died. It was only the two of them who had been living together.