Rabo Ya Rantse Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Doctor’s News
 
Aliyu fixed his fierce, reddened eyes on the doctor. Once bright, they now held a deep red hue with a watery glaze, veins standing out on his forehead. The doctor avoided his gaze, unsettled by the transformation. Wordlessly, he fetched a cold bottle of water, opened it, and handed it to Aliyu. Aliyu drained it in one go, sweat trickling down despite the air-conditioned office.
 
His throat felt blocked by a heavy lump. The urge to cry was strong, but his pride and faith in destiny kept him composed.
 
“Doctor… are you saying I’ve lost my baby again? The fourth time?” he asked quietly.
The doctor sighed. “I’m sorry, Sir. This is Allah’s will.”
 
Aliyu sat silently for minutes, running his hand over his thick Fulani hair, then said, “Let’s give her more blood. I hope she’s stable.”
“She’s still asleep,” the doctor replied. They went to the blood room, and after three bags were taken from him, the doctor advised him to rest. But Aliyu left without a word.
 
Outside, relatives from both his side and his wife’s waited. His aide Musa rushed forward, offering help.
“Musa, take me home,” Aliyu murmured.
 
They guided him into his black Jeep, driving past the quiet waves of sympathy from his family. They didn’t stop until they reached Madaki Motors, his luxury car company in Kano, Lagos, and Abuja — a place adorned with banners of his image promoting youth and women’s empowerment.
 
The gates swung open, and employees swarmed the car to check on him. Musa led him inside to his lavish private wing. Ignoring greetings, Aliyu trudged upstairs, collapsed onto his massive bed, and closed his eyes.
 
At Home
 
In another part of the mansion, a woman paced anxiously, phone in hand. This was Aliyu’s wife’s mother. Soon, an elegant older woman entered — Ammi, Aliyu’s mother, a graceful Fulani lady with striking resemblance to him.
 
“Your son is home,” a maid said, “but he looks troubled.”
“Thank you,” Ammi replied coldly, heading straight to Aliyu’s section.
 
Staff lowered their heads as she passed without returning their greetings. Upstairs, she entered his bedroom, gazing at him with a mix of love and pain.
“Aliyu, you didn’t think to tell me your wife was sick? I had to hear it from others,” she scolded.
 
Aliyu sat up. “Forgive me, Ammi. I was too shaken. Even her family knew before you. We met Khalil at the hospital, and Baba Madaki’s household was informed.”
 
The mention of Baba Madaki — her in-laws — soured her face. She disliked them deeply.
“You’ve done me wrong,” she said before leaving.
 
Aliyu lay back, switched off his phones with Musa to avoid calls, and dozed until sunset. After freshening up, he prayed, greeted some staff, and learned Ammi was at the hospital.
 
Returning to the Hospital
 
His younger sisters Sajidah and Safnah informed him Ammi had gone to visit his wife. Wearing a cap to hide his face, he drove his white Honda Civic out of the gate, dodging a crowd of youths outside.
 
At the hospital, he hurried to his wife Mami’s room. She lay weak, the blood transfusion complete. Ammi, Mami’s mother, and Mami’s sisters were present. Mami’s mother, looking much like Ammi, left with her sisters, leaving Aliyu alone with his wife.
 
Pain and Comfort
 
Aliyu sat by Mami, lifting her head gently onto his chest. Her eyes closed, tears streaming freely. The sight pierced his heart.
 
“Please stop crying, Mami,” he whispered.
 
She took his hand, placed it on her stomach, and spoke in a tear-choked voice.
“Yayah Aliyu… I’ve lost the baby again. The one I prayed for, dreamed of…”
 
Her sobs deepened.
“Shhh.” He pressed a finger to her lips, fighting his own urge to cry.
 
In his calm, deep voice, he said, “Mami, your tears hurt me. Allah gave and took back. We must accept His will.”
 
The door opened, and Mami’s mother entered, taking a seat. Aliyu rose, scratching his head.
 
“Aliyu, she must stop this crying,” Mami’s mother said. “No one can change what Allah has decreed.”
 
Aliyu smiled sadly. “Let her cry, Mama. Maybe it will ease her heart.” He left the room.
 
Departure
 
Outside, Ammi stood. “Let’s say goodbye and go,” she said. Inside, Mami’s mother was still comforting Mami. Ammi offered her farewells, and Mami’s sisters respectfully greeted Aliyu. Mami’s mother followed them to the car, complaining about how much Mami had upset herself.
 
Aliyu opened the door for Ammi, then took the wheel. As they drove away, Ammi broke the silence.
“Have you eaten?”
“No,” Aliyu replied. “I’ll pray Isha, then have some coffee. I want to leave early for Abuja tomorrow.”