Kulsum Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Arrival in Bauchi — The Handsome Stranger
 
The plane had barely touched down when he stepped out, and even a quick glance told you he was no ordinary man. Tall, fair-skinned, with features sculpted as though painted, and those sparkling, sexy eyes that drew attention without him trying. He carried the air of someone on holiday, moving with ease and confidence. His driver appeared at the airport, greeted him with respect, and drove him straight into the city of Bauchi. Soon, they arrived at the hotel where he would stay.
 
After settling in, he freshened up and dressed in fitted clothes that only emphasized his natural good looks. The cut of his shirt, the clean lines of his trousers, the neatness of his appearance — all of it combined to show a man who knew he was attractive. With leisure still on his mind, he reached for his phone and called his close friend Huzaifa. The plan was simple: explore the town together.
 
Soon, Yazid and Huzaifa were out. They toured the city, walking, chatting, laughing, observing the people and the life of Bauchi. After some time, hunger set in, and they stopped at a local eatery to eat and continue their conversation.
 
At the same moment, somewhere else in the town, two girls — Kursum and Sumy — were busy with their duties. Their school was not an ordinary one. Unlike most boarding students, they were assigned to supervise deliveries of foodstuffs brought into the kitchen. The task was tiresome, and Kursum often complained. “Itafah is right,” Kursum muttered to her friend. “This is too much. Other students relax in the hostel, but we are here, playing servants. Always supervising, always working.”
 
Sumy, calm and cheerful, answered with patience: “But Kursum, this work is a reward in itself. At least we get to see the town and interact with people. Think of it as a blessing.”
 
Kursum hissed, rolling her eyes. “If you enjoy it, then you can keep doing it. As for me, I’ll sneak away and watch the boys fooling around like monkeys. That’s more entertaining than this nonsense.”
 
Sumy only shook her head. She was used to her friend’s sharp tongue and stubborn nature. Kursum was seventeen, beautiful, and disliked noise — unless provoked, and then her fiery temper showed.
 
A Chance Meeting — Yazid and Sumy
 
Meanwhile, Yazid and Huzaifa were finishing their meal. Yazid, looking around, admired the beauty of the town and made a bold declaration: “Honestly, this place is full of gorgeous women. Before I leave Bauchi, I must find myself a babe — someone to enjoy and relax with.”
 
Huzaifa, weary of his friend’s endless flirtations, frowned. “Yazid, you never change. Always chasing women, always playing. Don’t you think it’s time you grew serious? One day, God will send a woman who will humble you. I only hope she comes soon.”
 
But Yazid smirked. “Huzaifa, no woman can tame me. To me, women are just clothes to be changed when I get bored. That’s all.”
 
Not long after, Sumy finished her kitchen duties and stepped into the eatery. At once, her eyes fell on Yazid. Her heart skipped. Wow, she thought, this guy is hot, so fine, so perfect. She didn’t realize she was staring until Yazid caught her gaze. With a confident smile, he greeted her:
 
“Assalamu alaikum. I’m Habib — though my friends call me Yazid. I hope you won’t deny me the pleasure of knowing your name.”
 
Blushing, Sumy straightened herself and replied softly, “My name is Sumayya. My friends call me Sumy.”
 
“Beautiful name,” Yazid said smoothly. “I noticed your school uniform. Where do you study?”
 
Sumy explained politely that her school was nearby, her director’s office not far from the eatery. Yazid listened attentively, his smile widening into something mischievous. “You’re so quiet, Sumy. I like that. I hope you won’t refuse me if I ask to see you again?”
 
Her heart thundered with excitement. She had dreamt of meeting her prince charming, and here he was, standing before her.
 
Then, as though sealing the moment, Yazid pulled out a stunning silver ring, expensive and dazzling. He slipped it onto her finger. “This is for you,” he said. “A sign of how much I care.”
 
Sumy stared at it, overwhelmed, whispering thanks. She told him she had to return before it grew too late. Yazid, not missing a beat, asked when they could meet again. Sumy shyly suggested tomorrow, and he agreed. As she walked away, Yazid chuckled darkly to himself: This girl is naïve. She’ll be easy to get exactly what I want.
 
Naïve Love and Dark Schemes
 
That evening, back at the hostel, Sumy lay on her bed, smiling dreamily. Kursum entered and frowned. “What’s wrong with you? Smiling like a Christmas goat. Did your father come to visit, or what?”
 
Sumy giggled. “Oh Kursum, today I met someone. He’s so handsome, so kind. My heart can’t stop racing. I think… I’m in love.”
 
Kursum slapped her lightly. “Stay away from love. Men are nothing but trouble. You’ll only get hurt. Maybe this guy is just a player.”
 
But Sumy shook her head. “Not Habib. He’s different. He loves me, I can feel it. We’re meeting again tomorrow. Please, Kursum, you must come with me. Just once. For me.”
 
Kursum sighed. Her friend was lost already.
 
Meanwhile, Yazid lay in his hotel room, speaking on the phone. On the other end was Xee, his lover from Kano. “Yazid, you promised to return yesterday. I’ve missed you terribly. I even went to your mother’s house hoping to see you, but your phones were off. Why are you avoiding me?”
 
Yazid laughed lightly. “Xee, my love, I’m sorry. I’m busy with work here. But I promise, in four days I’ll be back. Please be patient.”
 
Xee, frustrated, warned him not to break his word again. Yazid sighed after hanging up, muttering: “So demanding. But I’ll have to go back soon. My father doesn’t even know I’m away.”
 
The next day, Sumy and Kursum prepared to leave the hostel. As they walked, Kursum asked skeptically, “Are you sure your Habib will show up? I hope he won’t stand you up.”
 
Sumy laughed. “I trust him completely. He might already be waiting.”
 
When they reached the meeting spot, Sumy suddenly gasped. “Oh no! The ring he gave me yesterday — I left it on my bed. I promised never to take it off. Kursum, please wait for me while I run back to get it.”
 
Kursum glared. “You’re hopeless, Sumy. Running back for a ring? Fine, go. But if you delay, I’ll leave without you.”
 
Sumy hurried off.
 
Left alone, Kursum heard a man’s voice greet her. She turned — and froze. He was tall, handsome, smiling slyly. He called himself Kabir, a newcomer in town. He leaned closer, attempting to charm her, but Kursum’s temper flared. She slapped him hard. “Get away from me! Who do you think you are?”
 
At that moment, Sumy returned and was shocked to see her friend confronting “Habib.” Kursum dragged her aside, warning: “This guy is dangerous. He’s not who he says he is. Don’t trust him.”
 
But Sumy frowned. “Kursum, you’re jealous because you don’t have a boyfriend. Habib loves me. We’re even planning marriage. You won’t ruin this for me.”
 
Yazid, watching, smirked and played along. He told Sumy his parents had died, leaving him under the care of an uncle. He feigned loneliness, saying he had no one in his life except her. Sumy, moved with pity, believed him completely.
 
Soon he whispered: “Sumy, will you marry me? I can’t live without you.”
 
Without hesitation, Sumy answered yes. She explained her father visited only once a year from Kano and would approve as long as she was happy. Yazid then suggested they arrange the marriage quickly — within three days — through their strict director, Princess Hafsatu. Sumy agreed eagerly, blind to his hidden plan.
 
As he walked her back to the school gate, Yazid thought to himself: This girl is so naïve. I’ll get what I want and vanish forever.
 
Wealth, Resentment, and Family Secrets
 
Far from the hostel, in a mansion called Tangareren, luxury overflowed. The sprawling estate reflected wealth and power. Inside the vast parlor, Hajiya Hadiza sat stiffly. Her face bore no trace of kindness. Dark sunglasses covered her eyes — she was blind, but her bitterness remained sharp. She waited for her husband, Alhaji Tanimu, ready to unleash her usual anger.
 
Alhaji entered, his voice firm. “Hadiza, you cannot stop me. That girl belongs in her father’s home, and I will bring her here. She has every right. You cannot drive her away.”
 
Hadiza hissed. “If you bring Sumy into this house, I will leave. You picked up a street girl after her mother’s death and raised her like she’s your own. Shame on you, Alhaji. Change your mind before it’s too late.”
 
Alhaji, shaking his head, walked out in frustration. He couldn’t understand his wife’s cruelty. Blindness had not softened her; if anything, it had hardened her further.
 
Long ago, Malam Habu — Hadiza’s father and Alhaji’s close friend — had begged Alhaji to marry Hadiza after the death of his first wife. Though reluctant, Alhaji agreed out of loyalty. But Hadiza despised the marriage, believing she deserved better than a man as old as her father.
 
She never cared when she lost her own daughter at birth, but pretended to mourn in front of Alhaji. Over time, her bitterness grew, until eventually she lost her sight. Yet even blindness could not cure her pride or her cruelty.
 
And now, with Sumy’s fate tied unknowingly to Yazid, the stage was set for heartbreak, betrayal, and revelations yet to unfold…