Mijin Marigayiyya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Sudden Turn of Love
 
Slowly, she walked, not in a hurry, though Maghrib was close. She knew she would reach home before the call to prayer. Her phone rang, interrupting her steps. She slowed, reached into her bag, and smiled when she saw the caller’s name.
 
“Hey Babe,” she said softly, tilting her head, her eyes sparkling as if he stood right before her.
 
“My beauty, how are you?” his voice flowed warmly.
 
“I’m fine. Just returning from school, about to reach home.”
 
“Oh, I just dropped Afaf at Hajiya’s place. We went shopping, and I bought a few things for you. I’d like to bring them later—ok?”
 
“Yes, Babe. You know I’ll always be here if it’s you. How are the kids?”
 
“They’re fine. I just can’t wait till we all live together. I’m tired of visiting them separately.”
 
“Aww, don’t worry. Very soon, in sha Allah. We’ll talk when you come. Mommy doesn’t like me answering calls on the road.”
 
He chuckled. “True. Ok, we’ll talk later.”
 
They ended the call. She entered her house full of cheer, her mother preparing for Maghrib prayer. “You walk as though you’re advertising toothpaste,” her mother teased.
 
“Mommy! I’m just happy,” she laughed, heading to her room.
 
Since meeting Mustapha seven months ago, his tenderness had captured her heart deeply. Though he wished to marry immediately, she had insisted on finishing Level 1 first. Just last night, however, her uncle told her to inform Mustapha to send his people with a marriage proposal.
 
The Proposal Approaches
 
That evening, just as promised, Mustapha visited after Isha. She set plastic chairs in the courtyard, with a small table of cold drinks between them. They spoke lightly; mostly she talked while he listened, smiling and giving short replies. That was his nature—calm, princely, deliberate.
 
Handing him a drink, she teased, “Won’t you at least take water, Yallabai?”
 
He chuckled. “You know I’m thirsty. Afaf and the kids wouldn’t stop chattering all the way.”
 
Their laughter carried until it was time for him to leave. At his car, she shared the news: “Baffa said I should tell you—your family can come for the proposal next Saturday.”
 
His face brightened with joy. “Alhamdulillah! By Allah, they’ll come with the bride-price and dowry complete.”
 
She laughed at his eagerness. “So impatient?”
 
“Ah, you don’t pity me. You keep delaying, while mosquitoes feast on me during these long chats,” he said playfully.
 
She reassured him, and they parted happily. Driving home, Mustapha reflected on his late wife, Asma’u, who had passed away eight months earlier, leaving four children: Afaf (11), Habib (9), Nasreen (6), and Shukra (3). Her sudden death had shattered him, but Khadija’s presence brought hope.
 
Since Asma’u’s passing, her mother had cared for the children, refusing to release them until Mustapha remarried. Now, with Khadija’s family’s approval, he could finally bring them home. Khadija herself had embraced the idea of loving and raising his children as her own.
 
An Unexpected Wedding
 
On Saturday, February 18th, 2020, Mustapha’s family arrived at Khadija’s grandfather’s house. They presented ₦100,000 as bride-price and ₦50,000 for marriage expenses.
 
During the gathering, Baba Safiyanu, her father’s elder brother, spoke urgently: “Since the bride-price is here and the groom’s guardians are present, why not marry them today? With COVID-19 cases spreading, lockdown may begin anytime.”
 
After brief consultation, both families agreed. Within minutes, Khadija’s marriage to Mustapha was solemnized.
 
At home, her younger brother Ahmad burst into the living room, shouting: “Ya Khadija is now a married woman!”
 
Shocked, Khadija stared blankly. “What are you saying?”
 
Her mother confirmed gently, “Yes, Khadija, your marriage has just been contracted.”
 
Tears welled in her eyes. Was this joy or disbelief? She had expected a long preparation, not such sudden finality. Now she was Mustapha’s wife.
 
Later, Mustapha called, his voice bright with happiness. “Next weekend, my love, you’ll be with me. Start planning the wedding needs. I’ll send money to your account.”
 
By Sunday night, after brief celebrations, Khadija was escorted quietly to Mustapha’s house. His friend Badaru accompanied them. When all guests left, she found herself alone with her new husband, tears streaming. He comforted her until she calmed. Together they prayed, ate, and he showed her around the modest but warm home: their rooms, the children’s quarters, kitchen, and living area.
 
That night, they began life as husband and wife.
 
Settling Into Marriage
 
Three days later, family visits slowed, leaving them space to bond. After prayers one afternoon, she served him fried rice with sauce and zobo. Mustapha praised her cooking. “You can really cook, Umm!”
 
She laughed. “I thought you went silent like a mute.”
 
He smiled, eyes twinkling. Then he said, “I think we should bring the kids soon. They’re eager to meet you.”
 
Her heart skipped. “Babe, can’t we wait a week? I’ve just moved in, still unpacking. Let me rest first.”
 
He frowned slightly, then sighed. “Ok. But they’ll be disappointed. They miss home.”
 
She promised, “By next week, in sha Allah, we’ll go together, greet everyone, and bring them home.”
 
Later, as she stirred tuwon shinkafa for dinner, he appeared, holding his car keys.
 
“Are you going out?” she asked.
 
“Yes, after Maghrib I’ll check on the kids and see Hajiya.”
 
She tilted her head. “But Babe, why not wait for me? I’d like to greet Hajiya too.”
 
He glanced at his phone, shaking his head. “No, next week we’ll go together.”
 
Disappointed, she tried approaching him for an embrace, but he stepped slightly aside. The moment weighed heavy on her heart.
 
Thus began Khadija’s sudden journey into marriage—swept by love, bound by fate, and thrown quickly into the duties of wife and stepmother. The lockdown loomed, her dreams of a grand wedding silenced by urgency. Yet within her heart remained both excitement and fear: excitement for the man she loved, fear for the weight of responsibilities ahead.
 
Would she find joy as a mother to four children not hers? Would she and Mustapha truly build the life they dreamed of? Only time, faith, and patience would answer.