Idan Kaya Ya Gaji Gammo Ma Ya Gaji 5 Complete Hausa Novel

Before I could even speak, he pulled me into a tight embrace against his chest, letting out a heavy sigh of relief. Personally, I felt a wave of fear because, knowing how life and people can be, I instantly worried that this was the beginning of some new plot against me.
We remained in that embrace for a long time before he gently pulled away, looking at me with absolute joy. He then whispered in my ear:
"There is a deep wisdom behind why my mother gave you that necklace. Truly, you are one of a kind, and you have secured a completely unique place in my heart—a level of love that no other woman has ever attained."
I smiled, playfully tugged at his beard, and gave him a gentle kiss.
"If you are going to pack our bags, pack them together in one place, and then you can choose the outfits you like best for me," he continued. "Hajiya Naja'atu’s younger sister is coming later today to pack her things. She doesn't even know that you'll be traveling with us. Hajiya hasn't been feeling well at all; she has let this issue of childlessness weigh so heavily on her mind. In fact, just yesterday, she spent almost the entire night talking incoherently about having children. We barely slept until around three in the morning when the medications she took finally kicked in and she fell asleep. Wallahi, she has completely refused to let it go. You know how severe depression can sometimes affect the brain? Well, hers has reached that critical stage."
I let out a deep sigh. Honestly, I felt a profound sense of pity for Hajiya. No matter how much you might dislike someone, you can't help but feel for them if they cannot have children and refuse to accept their destiny. As for depression, wallahi, I wouldn't wish such a difficult illness even on the Shuwa girl and her husband, whom I detest more than anything else in this world.
May God help her. If it is meant to be, may Allah bless her with a child, and may He grant her full recovery. Admittedly, even though my own struggles don't compare to hers, I have tasted severe pain myself, and it is truly a difficult burden to bear.
"Just leave Hajiya to deal with her situation herself; please don't tell her that we are traveling together," I told him. "As for the bags, I will pack them for us later this afternoon or even tonight. Also, when you are ready to go out, I’d like to join you so I can greet her. I already brought your breakfast over; it's right there in the parlor."
He was overcome with happiness and showered me with prayers. Even then, I didn't let him leave until I served him a bit of the pepper soup, which he ate before we walked over together to Hajiya's room.
Wallahi, just before we walked in, I distinctly heard her voice sounding perfectly fine, with absolutely no trace of illness. However, he might not have noticed because she was on the phone with her relatives, informing them about an upcoming naming ceremony and mentioning that he would be bringing me along, though we wouldn't stay long before returning.
With him leading the way and me following closely behind, we entered and found her younger sister with a rolling suitcase, busy packing Hajiya's clothes.
To be honest, Hajiya's room was much nicer than mine. Her furniture consisted of very expensive imported pieces, and the room itself looked highly impressive. Everything was spotlessly clean, though of course, it was the house help handling all the chores.
"Alhaji, you're here? And you're with the new bride?" Naja'atu said cheerfully. "Hauwa was just telling me that she prepared some food and brought it over. I was actually about to help her tidy up so I could take her over to eat."
He sat down on the bed.
I took a seat on one of the chairs and began exchanging pleasantries with Naja'atu, who was absolutely beaming with smiles. When I greeted Hajiya, she merely extended her hand to me; I noticed she didn't want to talk much, clearly exhausted from her condition. I reached out and took her hand, and she gave a slight nod as a sign of appreciation. This made him sink back into worry, and he began gently stroking her hand.
"May Allah bring an end to this illness and grant her lasting health," Naja'atu remarked. "Since it hasn't flared up in years, we honestly thought she was completely cured. Wallahi, depression is a very difficult and painful illness. May the Almighty bring you all back safely. As for the new bride, you'll just have to be patient and take full charge of running the house until God brings them back."
I simply smiled and kept praying in my heart that Alhaji wouldn't make the blunder of letting slip to Naja'atu that I was traveling with them. It was obvious Naja'atu made that comment with hidden motives. Even if Hajiya was genuinely sick, wallahi, it was deeply rooted in co-wife jealousy, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it.
"Alright, let me head back inside. I will check on her again later," I said, making my way toward the door.
"How many nightgowns should I pack for you, sister?" Naja'atu called out, raising her voice intentionally.
I ignored it and walked straight back to my room. I spread myself out comfortably on the floor, enjoying my pepper soup and reflecting on everything. Whenever I thought about Alhaji Zaidu, a fresh wave of happiness washed over me, and whenever I looked at the necklace around my neck, I felt deeply grateful all over again to Goggo Amfana.
Around nine in the morning, I heard a knock at the door. I knew it could only be Labbai. Sure enough, when I opened it, there she was, along with Uzairu, the joy of my heart.
I broke into a wide, happy smile as we walked into the parlor.
"Oh, Lolo! You know what?" Uzairu, my heart, burst out. "You are incredibly lucky in this life. Just look at this mansion—it belongs to your husband, and this entire massive space is yours to enjoy. Wallahi, Lolo, don't you dare live here the way you did back at Babangida's house. In this place, spread your wings, live large, and enjoy yourself to the absolute fullest!" He spoke while holding the bowl of pepper soup I was eating, taking huge gulps of the broth and devouring the meat greedily.