Hasashena Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

From where I was lying, I heard the sound of a door closing, which made me quickly check the clock on my phone; it showed a quarter to eight in the morning.

Instantly, I sprang up and headed out into my living room, while at the same time drawing back my window curtains to give me a view of the compound.

She was standing there wearing a red lace top and skirt adorned with black flower dots and gold thread embroidery.

The outfit fit her body perfectly, and her headtie sat neatly across her forehead. The glasses she wore enhanced her lightly made-up face immensely.

She held a small black purse in her hand that matched the black high heels on her feet.

On one shoulder, she was holding Ramla—a baby girl of about eight months old—while her black shawl hung over her other shoulder.

This was my co-wife, Sakeena, whom everyone best knows as Maman Khalil.

I shifted my gaze to her two children, who looked spotless in their school uniforms: Khalil, the eldest, who should be about 7 years old now, and Affan, who is 5.

I then turned my attention to our husband as he was placing the door keys into the purse in her hand.

He was dressed in pure white traditional attire decorated with black thread work, while his shoes and cap were also a matching black and white.

The clothes brought out his handsome looks exceptionally well, while seamlessly hiding his age.

Just looking at their faces, you could tell they were filled with joy and happiness.

I let go of the curtain when I saw him heading toward my apartment, and I immediately ducked into the kitchen to start wiping down plates—plates I didn't even know why I was wiping.

My heart was brimming with jealousy and regret over marrying another woman's husband.

I remembered how some of my friends and relatives expressed sorrow when it was announced that I was marrying a married man. But at the time, I saw nothing to mourn, since I was the new bride. After all, it's often said that a new thing is preferred over the old.

His entry made me turn around, holding a plate and a small towel in my hands.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" he asked, looking straight into my eyes.

My lips felt heavy and I couldn't utter a word, which was why I simply nodded my head to signal "Yes."

He stepped up right next to me, took the plate and towel from my hands, and set them down on the cabinet.