Matar So Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

I entered the house exhausted, carrying my school bag and breathing heavily from fatigue. From the living room I could already hear Umma’s voice scolding someone. I got up and went into Mama Amarya’s room, then sat on the chair beside her. She was reading her tasbih (rosary), but when she saw me she finished and smiled.
“Mother of the household! You’re back already?”
I nodded and lay back comfortably, watching the TV in her sitting room. After a while I looked at her and said,
“Mama Amarya, what happened? I heard Umma raising her voice like that. Did something happen?”
She smiled, though with a trace of annoyance, and returned her attention to the TV before replying,
“It’s Gausiya. She’s been quarreling again, so she called her husband and started complaining about the way he treats her.”
I quickly sat up. Now it made sense—I had seen Yasmen’s father’s car outside when I came in.
Not knowing what else to say, I lay back again, shaking my head at the way Aunty Gausiya treated her husband unfairly. It annoyed me. I clicked my tongue and said aloud,
“An onion can’t behave like water. If she keeps humiliating her marriage, she’ll end up crying by herself.”
With a tearful voice, Mama Amarya looked at me and said,
“Maryam Sajida! What am I going to do about Gausiya? You see how much that boy does for her? Out of all the daughters in this house, she’s the most pampered. Even when I told Malam, he said it’s not his business. Sajida, what am I supposed to do with Gausiya? Her bad manners have reached the point where she follows her husband outside and even grabs his collar.”
Alarmed, I got down from the bed and sat in front of her.
“Mama Amarya, look at me—Rahima and Rahila and I will never let you cry, okay? Please be patient. And I know that if Aunty Shema’u and Aunty Asma’u hear about this, they won’t leave her alone.”
Then Rahima said, “Maryam Sajida, you’re here comforting Mama, but honestly I’m tired of Aunty Gausiya. It’s as if she’s not even Malam’s daughter. And truly, it’s Mama’s fault for keeping all this worry in her heart. Wallahi, Mama, whoever Malam chooses for us to marry, we’ll stay with him unless he’s the one who says he doesn’t want us. Right, sisters?”
We didn’t even look at them, because they had broken the rule—none of them greeted when they entered. Seeing that, Rahima quickly picked up her bag and entered properly with greetings. I laughed and responded, then Rahila did the same. We all gathered around Mama, resting our heads on her lap and comforting her.
While we were like that, Umma lifted the curtain and greeted. We replied, and she entered with Aunty Gausiya. Rahila clicked her tongue and left the room. Rahima did the same. I was the only one who managed to greet Umma and Gausiya before leaving the room myself.
Annoyed, Gausiya looked at Umma and said,
“Umma, what did I do to them?”
Umma smiled and said,
“It’s just a little of your disobedience—to your parents and your husband. If someone who didn’t raise you tries to discipline you, they will.”
Gausiya lowered her head sadly and said nothing.
Umma continued,
“Amarya, please be patient. You give birth to a child, but you don’t give birth to their character. No matter how you try, things don’t always turn out as you want. I’ve spoken to her—she’ll stop.”
Mama Amarya sighed.
“Umman yara, what should I do with her? Nothing hurts more than the way she disrespects her husband, all because she’s a scholar’s daughter. Yesterday at Malam Mudi’s condolence visit, people said right in front of me that the scholar’s daughter doesn’t have a scholar’s manners—as if she wasn’t raised properly. I married off Shukra and Hamdiya without any trouble, but she’s the one giving me problems. What can I do? May Allah guide her.”
Umma’s expression softened greatly.
“We’ve heard you. Please forgive her.”
“Hmmm, may Allah help us all. The same way she came, she’ll return. Malam said no one should escort her—she can go by herself.”
She stood up slowly, looking truly worn out. But in truth, the lectures of her neighbor—the mother of her son—seemed to have more effect on her than all the advice Umma and Mama had given her.