Matar Mu Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

A large sitting room had been beautifully decorated with household comforts. Captain Sulaiman, the owner of the house, was lying on a long sofa, busy pressing his phone.
He was tall, with a fine brown complexion, and about thirty-eight years old. Allah had blessed him with striking beauty and charm, because one glance at him was enough to confirm the gift Allah had given him.
They say a person may be nine out of ten, not quite reaching ten. In Captain Sulaiman’s case, the only thing that stopped him from being a perfect ten was his habit of chasing loose women and prostitutes.
On the other side, Captain Aliyu, Captain Sulaiman’s close friend, was lying on the carpet. He used his hand as a pillow while reading a book titled Don’t Be Sad.
Unlike Captain Sulaiman, Captain Aliyu was very fair, tall, and had thick hair like that of Arabs. He was handsome, well-mannered, and calm.
Captain Aliyu sighed and looked at the clock. Suddenly, he sat up in shock and said,
“Oh my God! Oh good God! Sulaiman, has time really gone this far?”
Without looking at him, Captain Sulaiman replied,
“What concern do I have with time, officer?”
Captain Aliyu nodded.
“That is true. We, the married ones, are the ones who have business with time. As for bachelors, they can only enjoy themselves like princes and dance to music.”
Captain Sulaiman hissed.
“Don’t disturb me. Just because you got married, must everybody get married? Were you told that because you married, you are enjoying life more than me? Everything being done for you, I get it too. In fact, I even have the freedom to choose. Today, if I find a fair one, tomorrow I take a dark one, the day after that I take a slim one…”
“May Allah save you. That is how you will end your life. Wallahi, you have not gotten even half of the enjoyment I get — not even a quarter. Either you get married or you change your ways, please.”
Captain Sulaiman looked at Captain Aliyu.
“What kind of ways?”
Captain Aliyu smiled.
“Womanizing.”
Captain Sulaiman lay back again.
“Aliyu, even if I get married, I will not stop. Don’t you know that food is food, but the neighbor’s own tastes sweeter?”
He hissed and stood up.
“The day you hear that you have been buried, that is the day you will stop…”
“No!” Captain Sulaiman interrupted him. “Before that time, I will have repented.”
“You cannot outsmart Allah, you fool,” Captain Aliyu said, hitting him on the shoulder.
Captain Sulaiman rubbed the spot where he had hit him and said,
“Please greet our wife for me.”
“Our wife? You and who?” Captain Aliyu asked.
Captain Sulaiman winked.
“You and me, my friend.”
“May Allah save you. Jauda is my wife alone.”
“Come on, I thought your thing was my thing. Your wife is our wife…”
Before Captain Sulaiman could continue, Captain Aliyu walked toward the door.
“Keep saying that. One day, I will knock out your teeth.”
He went out and slammed the door behind him.
Captain Sulaiman burst into laughter. That was exactly what he wanted, because he knew Aliyu hated it whenever he referred to his wife as “our wife.” And since he discovered that weakness, he had found something to tease him with.
Our Wife
My name is Jauda. Jauda Mansur Alkasim.
Allah caused my father, Marshal Mansur Alkasim, to pass away almost ten years ago. Alhamdulillah, after our father’s death, Allah covered us with ease. We were not disgraced or abandoned at all.
We are two children of our parents: myself and my younger sister, Hauwa, whom we call Jidda.
Our mother gave us a good upbringing, with the help of General Abubakar Wali. He had been my mother’s student when she was newly married. Because of respect and familiarity, my mother persuaded my father to enroll General Abubakar in a military school. He continued until he completed his studies and became a full soldier.
I, Jauda, am dark-skinned, but the beautiful kind of dark complexion. I have large eyes; in fact, my eyes are the biggest feature on my face. I have long eyelashes and well-shaped eyebrows.
My nose is not very long, but to be honest, it is beautiful. The same goes for my lips. I am not very tall, but I am not short either.
I am not among the women people call busty, but I have very full hips and a large backside. Sometimes, my friends tease me, saying,
“From the top, you look tiny, but from the bottom, you look like someone carrying a heavy load to the city.”
Others would say,
“Jauda, are you sure this body of yours is not too much for you?”
With General’s help, I was married to Captain Aliyu, who is the close friend of Aunty Sa’a’s younger brother — Captain Sulaiman.
Our Wife — Part 3
I was wearing my husband’s khaki shirt. It was my habit that every morning, whenever I entered the kitchen, I would wear his khaki shirt together with his P-cap.
At first, he used to complain, saying I was disgracing the khaki. He would ask why, of all places, I chose to wear khaki in the kitchen. But later, he gave up. Even though the khaki was far too big for me, it came down very low on my body, almost past my knees, so I did not bother wearing trousers or a wrapper underneath. The sleeves were also too long for my hands, so I would simply fold them up.
The outfit made me look very beautiful to my oga. Many times, whenever he saw me dressed like that, he would lift me up and put me down, saying I looked like a little doll.
I was in the dining area. I had finished setting everything for breakfast and was about to go in to check on oga when he came out, dressed in khaki. Being fair-skinned, it suited him so well, along with the natural authority Allah had given him.
He opened his arms.
“Come here, my baby.”
I quickly went to him. He lifted me and put me down.
“That’s my baby.”
He gave me a side hug, and we went to the dining table together. As usual, he pulled out the chair I was to sit on, held it, and bowed.
“My lady first.”
I smiled and sat down as he released his hand. He also pulled out his own chair and sat.
I looked at him happily.
“Wallahi, I love you, oga.”
He laughed until his teeth showed.
“I love you more, madam.”
“Did you wake up well?”
He said, “Very well. But look, I am almost late and you did not wake me up.”
I tilted my head.
“But when I wake you early, you accuse me of disturbing you.”
“Oh, now I understand where you are heading, young lady.”
“I am not heading anywhere, oga.”
When I noticed that he was about to turn the conversation into something else, I quickly pulled the plate closer.
“Don’t make yourself later than you already are. Let us eat quickly.”
He tapped my nose lightly.
“You clever queen.”
We were still in that mood when, suddenly, as if from nowhere, we heard the greeting of Hajiya, Aliyu’s mother. Behind her was Indija, Hajiya’s younger sister, holding Hajiya’s bag.
Hajiya entered angrily.
“So you do not answer greetings?”
Confused, I stood up quickly when I saw Hajiya standing over us.
“Hajiya, welcome.”
The way she looked at me with disdain made me remember that my legs were exposed, so I quickly sat back down.
Aliyu spoke respectfully.
“Hajiya, please forgive us. We did not hear you.”
She hissed loudly.
“Of course, how would you hear? This witch of yours has trapped you. Is this how ruined you have become? You have not even gone to work early, Ali. Are you even a soldier?”
Respectfully, he said,
“I am preparing to leave now.”
He knelt down.
“Hajiya, good morning.”
“Fine,” she replied. “At least one should come and go properly.”
I also knelt down, holding my P-cap in my hand.
“Hajiya, good morning.”
She said sharply,
“If I had not woken up well, would you not have seen me?”
I lowered my head further.
With a showy attitude, Indija said,
“Brother Aliyu, good morning.”
“Fine,” was the only answer he gave her, without even looking in her direction.
I noticed he had reached the peak of anger.
With a trembling voice, I said,
“Hajiya, please sit down. Let me bring you breakfast.”
“Will you keep quiet?” she snapped. “Have you reached the level where I would sit and eat your messy food that you scatter charms and medicine into?”
Aliyu showed displeasure.
“Haba, my Hajiya, why are you being this harsh?”
Hajiya held her mouth dramatically.
“Power of Allah! Are you going to defend her against me?”
He turned his face away.
“May Allah give you patience.”
“Ameen,” she said. “Actually, I brought Indija here for a holiday.”
Only then did he raise his head and look at Indija.
“Haba, Hajiya. How can a grown young woman like Indija come for a holiday in someone’s house? Indija has passed that stage…”