Meke Faruwa Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Modibbo in the Luxurious Bathroom
 
He was lying in a large bathtub inside a spotless bathroom that hardly looked like a bathroom because of its size and grandeur. The huge bath had a view of the TV fixed on the wall at a distance, and there was a neat and clean toilet section. Modibbo lay in the warm soapy water, changing the TV channel to CNN. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the bathroom door handle rattling.
 
“Who is that?” he asked himself but continued watching. He remembered that anyone impatient enough would wait for half an hour before he came out. Slowly, he stretched, unplugged the drain, let the water flow out, and turned on the shower to rinse himself. He grabbed a small towel, wiping his hair, then slipped into soft slippers. Sitting on a chair inside the bathroom, he applied perfumed lotion, sprayed himself with fragrance, styled his hair, and neatly applied different creams.
 
Prince Modibbo and Vicky
 
Modibbo, known for spending heavily on himself, walked with majesty to his bedroom to dress. He remembered someone was waiting but pulled a face of indifference, muttering that whoever it was must wait, because now it was time for “karatu” (studies).
 
He wore blue jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, collected his documents and phones, put them in his pocket, and wore slip-on shoes. Vicky was sitting in the living room waiting for him. Despite deeply loving her, he pretended not to see her and headed towards the door. She rushed after him, calling:
 
“Darling Prince D.P.!”
 
He kept walking. She ran and caught up with him, touching his shoulder and speaking in English. He looked at her as if he wouldn’t speak, then said:
 
“You were quick to get angry. Maybe you forgot who I am, that’s why you’re upset. I don’t have time to beg women even though I love them. You should know, I’m not Prince Modibbo chasing women – women chase me. Keep being angry just because you saw me with another woman. Right now, it’s study time, not gossip time.”
 
She froze, tears streaming down her face, wondering when she would stop crying for this young man – the boy she loved deeply, the boy all women admired, the boy who carried himself with pride, handsome and dignified. She collapsed, crying hard.
 
That was Prince Al-Amin Modibbo, son of King Ismail, grandson of Abdullahi, ruler of the Bauchi region. A 22-year-old young man, popularly called Prince Modibbo, studying in Malaysia.
 
Bilkisu, the Golden Heiress
 
In Zaria, stood a large traditional clay house with about twelve sections. All its residents were relatives, except Fatima from Bauchi, brought in through marriage. Fatima was cooking millet porridge when her daughter, Bilkisu, returned from school in a java print dress, bag hanging at her side.
 
Bilkisu was stunning – the kind that could win beauty contests effortlessly. At 22, she was nicknamed “Maigado” (heir to gold).
 
“Welcome, Maigado,” Fatima said warmly.
 
“Yes, Mama, I came home early. We went to visit a sick friend.”
 
“May Allah heal her,” Fatima prayed.
 
Bilkisu, despite being tired, cleaned her mother’s room, swept the compound, then went to fetch water from the well. She scolded some dirty children playing in the mud, including Bala, the eldest. When she slapped him lightly, their father Malam Mamman appeared, furious:
 
“Don’t you dare hit my son! Your mother never gave me male children, yet you want to cripple mine?”
 
Bilkisu cried silently, knowing her mother had overheard. Her mother comforted her: “Be patient, my daughter, one day it will be a story.”
 
At night, lying in bed, she wept bitterly, wondering why, despite her beauty, brains, and manners, no man had proposed. “What is happening to me? Did God not decree marriage for me?” She raised her hands in prayer, surrendering her fate to Allah.
 
The Story of Fatima, Bilkisu’s Mother
 
Their family house, known as “Gidan Marina”, was famous for the inherited trade of cloth dyeing. The patriarch, Malam Salisu, had four wives and 37 children. Fatima’s father, Muhammadu, was one of them.
 
Muhammadu married Fatima from Bauchi despite family opposition. At first, life was tolerable, but soon hardships crept in. He stopped buying her toiletries, clothes, or even foodstuff. The family mocked her for being childless after two years. Finally, he married Ladiyo, a woman full of arrogance.
 
Ladiyo despised Fatima’s dyeing business, claiming its smell made her vomit during pregnancy. Their husband ordered Fatima to stop. But Fatima insisted it was her only livelihood. Quarrels escalated, and abuse followed. Tired, she returned to her parents in Bauchi.
 
Her family supported her, urging patience. They even gave her money to start a small business. She returned, bought a fridge, and began selling cold drinks. Soon, Ladiyo bore children, then another wife Karima joined. Both competed in childbearing, while Fatima remained mocked.
 
At last, by Allah’s will, Fatima conceived and bore a beautiful daughter – Bilkisu, the golden heiress. Despite neglect and poverty, Fatima raised her with patience and dignity. She bore more children later, though her husband remained indifferent. Still, she clung to her resilience, praying for better days.