Hayatiy Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Innocent Bonds of Love Between Siblings
 
A little girl, barely two or three years old, was sitting beside a young boy around twelve or thirteen, both wearing their school uniforms. In front of them was a heap of toys—so many that one might think they owned a toy shop.
 
The little girl laughed endlessly as her brother stood dancing while singing to her,
 
> “Anything you need, yes, I’m your guide.
I only wanna keep you satisfied.
I just wanna be there for you.”
 
 
 
That was the song he was playfully singing to her while she clapped and giggled in delight.
 
In her sweet childish voice, she called, “Yaya” (meaning big brother).
Then she suddenly fell silent.
 
Seeing her quiet, the boy moved closer and said softly, “Yes, Hayatiy.”
 
She held his ear and whispered, “I love my brother.”
 
Smiling, he replied, “I love my Hayatiy too. You’ll never stop loving me, right?”
She shook her head meaning yes.
 
He chuckled. “So, who does Hayatiy belong to?”
She laughed loudly. “To my Yaya, of course!”
 
Just then, a voice came from the kitchen:
 
> “Suhail! Didn’t you hear me calling? You’ll be late for school!”
It was Momah.
 
 
 
Suhail responded, “Yes, Momah, I’m coming—but I don’t want Hayatiy to cry today.”
 
Knowing exactly what that meant, Momah rushed out of the kitchen—she knew Suhail’s deep attachment to his little sister, Suhaila.
 
She said calmly, “Please go, Suhail. She’ll eat and rest. Remember your promise to Hayatiy? You said you’d study hard, make money like your father, and send her to school to become a doctor. If you skip school, how will you make her a doctor?”
 
Suhail smiled, looked at his little sister staring at him with wide innocent eyes, and said,
“Momah, my Hayatiy is already a doctor, and I’ll be the one to pay her tuition myself! Bye-byeee!”
 
He waved to her, and as she began to cry, he quickly dashed out while wiping his own tears.
 
Every morning was the same—Suhail and Suhaila never parted without tears. Their bond amazed everyone, even their parents.
 
A Bond Beyond Imagination
 
Every afternoon when it was time for Suhail to return from school, little Suhaila would stand by the gate waiting—though she couldn’t tell time, she always knew when her brother would be back.
 
Soon, a car would drive in, and she’d start singing and jumping:
 
> “Oyoyo Yaya! Oyoyo Yaya! My Yaya is here!”
 
 
 
He’d rush out of the car, lift her high, and say joyfully,
 
> “Oyoyo, my Hayatiy!”
 
 
 
Laughter filled the house.
 
But not everyone understood their closeness. One afternoon, Grandma Kaka watched Suhail enter the living room and said sharply,
 
> “Suhailu! Don’t you have a life outside this little girl? You’ve spoiled her completely!”
 
 
 
Hearing that, Suhaila’s lips trembled—her eyes filled with tears. Suhail frowned, lifted her into his arms, and said,
 
> “Kaka, don’t make my Hayatiy cry! I won’t talk to you again if you do!”
 
 
 
Though he was still a young boy, Suhail treated Suhaila like his own child. She wouldn’t sleep unless she was lying beside him. She wouldn’t eat unless he fed her.
 
As the years passed, she grew older, and their father decided it was time for her to start school. Suhail insisted that she attend the same school as him, even though he was already in JSS2 and she was just starting Nursery 1.
 
Every morning, he took her to class, played with her before going to his, and in the afternoon, he picked her up himself.
 
Everyone knew: if you wanted to see Suhail angry, insult or touch Suhaila.
 
Even though she was just in primary school and he was in secondary, Suhail tutored her himself. When he finished school, he refused to go to university immediately, saying,
 
> “I’ll wait until Suhaila finishes too—we’ll go together.”
 
 
 
Their father, Abu, finally decided to send Suhaila to a boarding school, realizing Suhail wouldn’t focus otherwise. Though it broke both their hearts, the parents agreed for the sake of their education.
 
Their separation was painful—so painful that both fell sick from missing each other. Eventually, Abu had to request special permission for Suhaila to have a phone, just so they could make video calls.
 
Years later, Suhail completed his studies and began working. Suhaila was now in JSS3 and came home for the holidays after exams.
 
The moment she arrived at the gate, the familiar scent of her brother’s perfume filled the air. Smiling to herself, she whispered,
 
> “Yes… my Yaya is home.”
 
 
 
He entered the house, and she, still in the kitchen, recognized his scent before seeing him. Dropping everything, she ran out, shouting, “Yayana!”
 
When he turned around and smiled, she froze shyly, pouting her lips in mock anger.
“I’m angry! I’m not coming closer until you say sorry!”
 
Knowing her too well, Suhail knelt before her, holding his ears:
 
> “I’m sorry, my life. Please don’t be angry. Do you want me to cry?”
 
 
 
Her eyes glistened with tears. He quickly hugged her tight, panic in his voice:
 
> “My life! What happened? Who hurt you? Don’t cry—please tell me.”
 
 
 
Still sulking, she said, “I didn’t tell you to hold your ears! And who told you to touch me? I don’t want you anymore.”
 
He laughed, realizing she was only pretending, and said, “So you’re upset because I didn’t pick you up myself, right?”
 
She nodded tearfully. “Yes! You knew I was coming home today, but you went to work!”
 
He smiled softly. “I’m sorry. Work called, I had no choice. But you know I can never leave you alone. I even sent the driver for you. Now come on—let’s eat! I’ve missed your cooking.”
 
She grinned. “Okay—but you’ll finish everything yourself!”
 
He chuckled, “Deal!”
 
 Momah’s Hidden Tears
 
Hand in hand, they went to the sitting room. Suhaila served him sinasir with vegetable soup and liver.
He teased, “Woooow! My life, this looks delicious—I’ll eat it all!”
 
She giggled, “Ummm… I’ll feed you myself, open your mouth, tom!”
He obeyed playfully.
 
When he said he was full, she frowned, pretending to cry until he continued eating. After two more spoonfuls, he said,
 
> “Alhamdulillah! Now I’m done. My life, are you full too?”
 
 
 
She smiled mischievously, “I already ate the food Momah made for me.”
 
He frowned. “I don’t believe you. Eat this one too or I’ll get angry.”
 
Quickly, she said softly, “Okay, Yaya, I’ll eat.”
 
He smiled, fed her, and they chased each other around laughing until she finished everything.
 
Then Momah entered, smiling knowingly:
 
> “Ah, so the drama has started again, hasn’t it?”
 
 
 
Suhaila pouted, “Hmm, Yayana is mine alone, not yours or anyone’s!”
 
Momah laughed, “Alright, alright. But soon I’ll give birth to another baby—a brother for Suhail. He’ll be very handsome, not like you, my little stubborn one.”
 
Hearing that, Suhaila rushed to hug her brother, tears brimming again.
 
> “Tell her you’re mine! Tell her I’m beautiful and I’m the only one you love, Yaya!”
 
 
 
Suhail smiled, wiping her tears.
 
> “Yes, my Hayatiy. You’re my only sister and the most beautiful girl in the world—maybe even the queen of beauty herself!”
 
 
 
Suhaila laughed proudly and stuck out her tongue at Momah, “See! He said so!”
 
Momah smiled, though deep inside her heart a quiet sorrow stirred. She loved their bond but dreaded the day life would force them apart. Tears welled up as she walked silently to her room to cry privately.
 
Meanwhile, Suhail lifted Suhaila on his back, spinning her playfully around the house while she laughed uncontrollably.
 
He finally set her down on the hood of a white car, saying teasingly,
 
> “My life, you’re getting heavy! Too much milk and chocolate, huh?”
 
 
 
She laughed, “No, Yaya! I eat real food!”
 
“Then swear it’s true!” he said jokingly.
 
She giggled and tugged his beard, “No! You said it’s bad to swear, Yaya!” and dashed inside the house.
 
Laughing, he ran after her—
but the moment she entered, she let out a loud scream.
 
Startled, Suhail rushed in immediately…