Inda Rai Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

An Apology and a Promise
She spoke, her voice barely a whisper, low in her throat and filled with weakness: "Tajj, please forgive me, I repent, forgive me. If you don't forgive me, I am under the wrath of God."
He let out a gentle sigh and said softly, "Ma'eeshah, what have you done to me that makes you think I wouldn't forgive you?"
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she saw his eyes were already starting to water. In a trembling voice, she said, "I made you cry, I failed to be a virtuous wife for you. I know if you don't forgive me, God won't forgive me either."
He quickly pulled her to his chest and settled her on his lap. In a gentle voice, he said, "Don't cry. I forgave you even before you committed a sin, let alone you haven't done anything wrong. I am the one who failed to be the hero who could suppress his desires, which are weakening my body and soul and causing me to shed tears. Yes, it's true, I am struggling with desire, and it is a great torment that makes me weep."
Softly, she said, "In Sha Allah (God willing), I intend to relieve you of this torment."
Filled with extreme happiness, he said, "Well, now, get down so we can have breakfast. Look, it's already twelve o'clock."
A Grand Journey and a Special Suite
As soon as they finished eating, she cleared the area. She slowly turned to sit down, only to see him stand up, pointing at the wristwatch on his arm. It was past one o'clock by a few minutes. "It's a 40-minute drive to the place where we'll board the ferry. We'll arrive at quarter to two, then we'll pray Salat al-Zuhr (noon prayer) and combine it with Salat al-Asr (afternoon prayer), offering them shortened (qasr), because our boat leaves exactly at three o'clock."
In a state that looked more like worry that they might leave Jordan without her fulfilling the promise she made to Aunty Garkuwa, she pouted and looked at him. She felt him stroke her cheek and say, "Have you ever been on a ferry?"
She replied softly, "I've only seen one in a movie. Titanic."
Looking her straight in the eye, he said, "Well, today you'll board one, and its size is comparable to the one you saw in the movie."
Softly, she said, "Tajj, let's wait until..."
He covered her mouth with the palm of his hand and placed his index finger on his own lips. This made her swallow her words. He personally gathered all their belongings and put them in a bag before they left.
When they arrived at the large boat (jirgin ruwan) that would take them to Qatar, Ishma was filled with extreme wonder at the size of the vessel. Once inside, the amazing things she saw astonished her, from the small market (kasuwa) and the cars (motoci) moving within the ship to the special hotel section, hospital, garden, restaurants, and shopping mall.
They checked into a luxurious special guest suite (babban ɗaki na saukar baƙi na musamman). It was spacious and elegant, like a room in a fancy hotel or a palace, filled with luxurious items for a good life. There was a magnificent bed shaped like a peacock (ɗawisu), and the room was encircled with a heart-shaped design made of red flowers. The bed, too, was decorated with the flowers and a heart design, with the writing: I Love You.
The cool, soothing breeze from the water entered through the windows (windows É—in), bringing with it a sweet fragrance that gave peace and calm. She looked at him in awe. "Masha Allah (God has willed it), Tajj." He gave her his expensive, loving smile and said, "I did it because of your happiness, my wife." She closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, and then sighed. "When did you do this, I had no idea?" He shrugged his shoulders and slightly pursed his moderate lips. "It's a secret. The only thing that matters is, don't you find it beautiful?"
"Of course, Tajj, it's beautiful. It's like an interesting Indian film or Hollywood. I'm very excited to..."
He gently interrupted her as he moved closer. "Don't worry, today is special, because today I've prepared to receive Afisha."
She gasped, letting out a breath, and felt an intense surge of energy and an overwhelming love for him spreading through all parts of her body. "Thank you, Abu Afisha (Father of Afisha)," she said tenderly. "You're welcome, Um Afisha (Mother of Afisha)," he replied softly. She slowly walked into the room, leaving him standing there watching her body sway like a crinoline (tarwaÉ—an) dancing in the water.
To himself, he whispered, "Full option, Alhaji. Everything is perfect here."
Ishmah, meanwhile, gently placed her small handbag (ƙaramar jakar hannunta) on the room's table, then turned back to look at him, and they exchanged a smile. Just as he had surprised her with the room's arrangement, he surprised her again after she entered the toilet. While she was bathing, he lit some candles (kyandir), turned off the room's electric light (gluf), leaving only the light from the window and the candles. When she came out, she looked at the arrangement and found it extremely beautiful. He came up behind her, rested his head on her shoulder, and said, "Be happy, Ma'eeshah of Tajj. Look, there's a red-colored gown (rega red color). Put it on; you'll enjoy the weather (weather ɗin) and the air more."
She simply nodded her head because of the overwhelming weakness his breath had induced in her. Tajj gently pulled back a little and turned to look at the room's entrance door because he heard a knock. He calmly opened the door.
He returned shortly, holding a beautiful basket (basket), apparently filled with food, drinks, and snacks (abun ci dasha dana maƙulashen).
Preparation and Prayer
As he set the basket down, he moved a bit closer to her, looking intently into her eyes, and asked, "Did you perform ablution (alwala)?"
She nodded like a lizard (ƙadangaruwa).
He gave a meaningful smile and went into the toilet, murmuring to himself, filled with a great deal of fear, like a white moth (farar kura).
Ishmah, meanwhile, slowly sighed, feeling like she was the luckiest woman to have a husband like her Tajj.
She gently tilted her head and inhaled the sweet air, then went to their box (box ɗin su), took out a very soft, red-colored gown, and set it aside. Then she pulled out her secret cream (cream kulaccar sirrin ta) and began to apply it slowly, filled with pleasure and serenity. She felt her heart fill with joy; she knew this was related to how Tajj had decorated the room, and also because she was on a boat with the one her heart adored. She finished calmly, then stood up, looking at the toilet where he was bathing. She pulled the gown, but then felt a little shy because the gown was sleeveless (bata da hannu) and open at the bottom (gaban rigar daga ƙasa a buɗe yake), as well as at the neck (wuyanta). She closed her eyes, remembering he told her to wear it, then she sighed. She put on the gown, sprayed her soft body with her scented perfume, combed her hair, and tied it up. Then she pulled her hijab (hijab ɗin ta) and put it on, sighing because she knew they were going to pray Zuhr and Asr, just as he had told her at home.
She closed her eyes slightly, feeling her heart's intensity increase. She saw how Tajj was so eager because the preparation he made for today was extensive and apparently special. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the captivating, beautiful heart design that was so eye-catching. Then she looked at the toilet entrance, where she saw him. She quickly stood up by the window (window É—akin), the air gently blowing, all her attention focused on the water she was seeing. Then she felt his hand on her shoulder (kafaÉ—arta) after inhaling the scent of the bath soap he used. With him behind her, the air was blowing on their beautiful bodies, and the scent of their bodies and the room created a soft, pleasant atmosphere that brought peace and happiness.
"Ma'eesha, shall we pray?" he whispered right into her ear.
She nodded at him. Then he said, "Let me put on my clothes."
She nodded to him again, then turned slowly and watched him get dressed calmly. She was greatly impressed. Seeing that he was about to take off his trousers (wando), she quickly turned away. Just then, he looked up to see her reaction. Seeing her turn away, he gave a mischievous smile and said, "Hmmm, shyness, huh? Today, it has no place between us."
She smiled at his words, watching how the water was moving up and down, which was fascinating. "I'm done putting on my clothes, so you can turn around, or did I hide what you were afraid of?" he said, playing slightly with his tongue. As she turned back, their eyes met. She looked at his tongue on his lip, which he was licking, and felt an intense sensation shoot through her, from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet, which made her lower her gaze.
He shook his head slightly, then spread the prayer rug (sallaya) for them and called the Iqamah (iƙam). Seeing this, she moved to his side and followed him. They prayed Zuhr and then followed with Asr. After they had performed all their Tasbihs (glorifications), he said, "Bismillah (In the name of God), get up, let's pray Nafilah (supererogatory prayer)."
She slightly bowed her head, then said, "We just prayed Asr." He adjusted his stance and said, "Yes, I know. Get up, let's pray Nafilah. It's only two rak'ahs (units)." She nodded to him and stood up.
After they finished, he spread his hands, reciting a series of supplications (addu'a), which she answered with Amin-Amin (Amen-Amen), feeling pleasure and serenity.
After he wiped his face from the supplication, he turned slightly toward her. She lowered her head. Tajj slowly moved closer to her until his knees (guiwowinsa) touched hers. He gently placed his hand on the crown of her head (kanta), his middle finger on the left temple's artery (jijiyar kanta na hagu), and his thumb on the right temple's artery (jijiyar kanta na dama).
"Hhhhhhhm," she let out a sound from the depths of her heart because she felt a sensation that made the hairs on her body and her heart respond simultaneously. Tajj closed his eyes because he felt her forehead's artery throbbing (harbawa), and he felt his own throbbing intensely. He calmly began to recite the supplication (Addu'ar) that the Messenger of God (peace and blessings be upon him) taught men to say on their first nights before consummating the marriage:
"Allahumma inni As'aluka min khairi ha wa khaira ma jabaltaha alaihi, wa a uuzu bika min sharri ha wa sharra ma jabaltaha alaihi."
Meaning:
"O God, I ask You for the good of her and the good with which You have created her. And I seek refuge in You from the evil of her and the evil with which You have created her."
The benefit of the supplication:
If you recite it, God will fill the love between you 100%. He will protect your marriage and her from devils and the wicked, and so on...
He slowly moved back a little and leaned against the bed, opening his closed eyes. He reached out and slightly pulled the bowl of fruits (bowl É—in fruits) from the basket, then glanced at her. Seeing signs that she was about to stand up, he asked, "What are you going to do?"
Softly, she said, "I feel sleepy."
He shook his head, then pointed to the space beside him, which made her sit back down. He pulled out a mug (mug ɗin) from the basket. It was pure milk (gangariyar madarace) mixed with honey (zuma) from an authentic white comb (farar saƙa), which was extremely cold. He used a teaspoon (tea spoon) to stir them a bit, then handed her the mug, saying, "Drink it all." He spoke with a commanding voice.
Seeing he was not joking, she put the mug to her lips and drank more than half of it before handing it back to him, saying, "My stomach is full." She finished her statement, feeling the coolness of the mug pass through her palm, while the texture of the milk, the sweetness of the honey, and the texture of the grapes inside it held her tongue, which had become extremely cold.
He slowly moved closer to her and said, "Sorry, but you must drink it all." In a slight fear of him that filled her heart, she said...