Rashida Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

It was a big house—not quite fitting the description of a wealthy home, nor could it be called a poor one.
The house was undeniably beautiful. Some young women were sitting around the courtyard, busy with their phones.
One was dressed in a yellow atamfa (African print) with pink stripes, chatting away on her hand-held phone.
Another was wearing a top and a short skirt, completely engrossed in playing a game.
Yet another was wearing a jersey with pants, seemingly just tapping away at her phone.
The one in the yellow atamfa looked at the one in the top and skirt and said, "Fatima, what is Grandma saying? I overheard her talking about Yaya Rufa'i."
The one in the top and skirt replied, "So you weren't actually sleeping since you heard what Grandma was saying! A'ishah, I knew as soon as his life was brought up you'd wake right up."
"Fatima, leave it alone! I swear I love Yaya to the point of madness."
Fatima said, "A'ishah, just let your love be! Though as for others, they've been left behind," she said, glancing at the one wearing the jersey.
A'ishah said, "Just leave her alone. Let Grandma pair her up with Yaya Rashid so she reaches the peak of love!" Hahaha, they both burst into laughter.
The one in the jersey said, "For God's sake, give me a break! You've completely filled my ears with your chatter, mtsww. And I swear, may God protect me from your mouths! That ill-tempered guy—how could anyone suggest pairing me up with him?"
Fatima said, "Come on, he's my brother, and you're calling him ill-tempered?" she said, laughing.
The one in the jersey said, "As for me, let me just leave so you can continue where you left off."
As she stood up to head into the living room of the house, she bumped into someone. The scent of his perfume immediately let her know who it was. She gasped, "I'm dead, I, Ummi!"
He slapped her across the face three times in a row, then threw her to the ground with a loud thud (tim).
He said, "What kind of lunatic are you? Can't you see? Or can't you hear? Or are you just disrespected me, huh?"
Crying, she said, "I swear, Yaya, I didn't do it on purpose! I was just heading into the living room..."
He didn't let her finish her sentence before slapping her two more times, after which he walked away.
She was crying bitterly, prompting the household members to come out and ask her what happened.
A very beautiful woman, utterly fed up, began shouting furiously, saying, "This is pure disrespect!"
"Out of insolence, people are talking to you and you're ignoring them!" She charged straight at her. Seeing her coming, Ummi jumped up and hid behind another equally beautiful woman.
"Stop right there, Maryam! What do you think you're going to do? Are you going to beat her? Don't you have any pity at all, huh?"
"Can't you see the crowd around her? People are talking to her and she's ignoring everyone."
"My daughter, tell me who beat you. Was it Rufa'i, Ma'aruf, or that ill-tempered one over there?"
"Yes, Mama, it was Yaya. I was trying to enter the living room when we bumped into each other, and he gave me five slaps!"
"Goodness! Did you say five slaps? I swear, today someone's mood will be ruined in this house! Rufa'i, call him for me!"
"Well, that means many people's moods will be ruined then," Maryam remarked.
"What do you mean 'many people's moods will be ruined'?"