Sashe 17
My Priceless Jewel Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel · about 8 min read
*WEDDING DAY*
I woke up that early morning feeling detached, a feeling like i don't belong to the world anymore, a feeling that i have no one else to call mine. What have i done?. I never in my life felt so dejected and weak, o never felt so vulnerable and hate unti this early morning of my wedding day with yaa junyad. Well, my second marraige to be precise.
I pulled the quilt over my face as the tears increased their speed, my heart was aching so much. I couldn't even breath properly. Ya Allah, i clutched the quilt so hard and sobbed so hard. And hard. Harder. Hard and hard, but no one came.
I didn't realize i spent almost an hour crying until uwani came in with my breakfast. I could hear the ups and downs of my so called relatives, who all came in the name of gracing my second marriage. I sat up in bed and wipped my tears before looking at uwani
"Take it back, i don't want to eat"
"But why?" Uwani tried to resist "you can't be serious hajiya, you have to take your breakfast. Don't tell me you are overjoyed and that's why you can't eat". Uwani said, as her face glimpsed with happiness.
"Then sit down and finish it" i huffed as i rush into the bathroom. I swear i want to snap somebody's throat any moment from now.
I let the shower run as i quickly washed up, i dreid off and slipped in a yellow polka dots gown, not minding to wear the cloths purposely made for the occasion. I tied my hair in a side braid and applied some little Kohl on my pale eyes. I took a reflection of myself from the mirror. I still look hedious. Yaa Allah!.
"What are you still doing here?" I snapped at uwani, who still stood at the center of the room "i told you to finish the food and disappear" i said angrily my blood boiling.
Uwani zipped up, picked up the tray and left the room. I slammed the door behind her and went back into my isolated world. Thinking. Thinking about nothing but yaa arfaat. A soft knock came through the door. I swear! I felt like walking over to the door and crushing whoever was it!. Just when you are trying to have a moment with your humble self, someone will just come interrupting.
"What?" I snapped, not wanting to see the face of the intruder.
"May i come in?".
Yaa rabbi! It was mom.
Without uttering a word, i walked quickly to door and opened it. Mom enveloped me in a warm hug as soon as i let her in. I don't know how or why it happened, the tears came running down again.
"Shhhhh....it's okay angel" she said, as she led me to the bed. She sits me down beside her and let me cry on her shoulder until all tears subsided and i felt my heart at rest again. Yaa Allah! It felt so good to cry wollah.
"Can i know the reason for this crying?" She askes, breaking up the hug.
"I don't know mom, i really don't".
"Don't you want to get married anymore?" She asked softly
I buried my head in my hands. Deep inside my heart i knwo what she said was right, i really don't want to get married to yaa junayd.
"No mom, i just don't want to leave you for the second time". I said, faking up a smile.
"Come here angel" hajiya raliya said, hugging her daughter so tight "i wish you a very happy married life. God bless you. I want you to get up and get ready, the make up artist will be here any moment from now. Its a big and happy day. Don't ruin it".
Its already 2:30pm, and junayd is still no where to be found. Alhaji Abbas paced up and down, he looked worried. His heart beating fast.
Arfaat was sitting beside him, dressed in a white braided shaddah. White. A white black wrist swatch, black cap and also black covered shoes. O Allah! He looked exactly like a groom. He smiled at the thought of how he made it over to the wedding.
"Promise me you'll grace the occasion" junayd said that Wednesday night.
"I promise junayd. We are like brothers now".
He blinked back into reality as he heard Alhaji Abbas takbir. He stood up quickly, looking at him a little bit shocked.
"Is everything alright Alhaji".
"I don't know how to say this arfaat. Check it out yourself" he said, handing over his phone to arfaat. Arfaat took hold of the phone a stared at it for almost five minutes. He just can't believe what his eyes are seeing. He had to read it again, to be sure that his eyes are not Betraying his emotions.
*"I'm sorry to say this uncle, and am very sure you received this message at the right time. I can't marry juwairiyyah. I had to make this hard decision even though i know how I'll be hurt. I just realized that Arfaat love juwairiyyah more than i do. She love him also. I just can't seem to take the guilt of separating two lovers. For that, i am sacrificing my love for their happiness. Please uncle, marry her off to arfaat as soon as you receive this message. As for me, don't worry about me. I'll be back in two months time. Regardz to aunty raliya, my sweetest grandma, and above all, the loving couples*".
"Is this for real?" Arfaat asked, looking at Alhaji Abbas in shock
"It is my son, and i shall grant his wish".
"But i don't have a waliyy over here" arfaat said, still not wanting to believe all the drama.
"Don't worry" said Alhaji Abbas's best friend, Alhaji sanusi. "I'll be your waliyy".
And so it happened, for better ir worse.. The couples are back again. But this time, entangled in a very big heart of love and happiness❤.
"Ta zama ta zama"
"Ta zama dauko riga"
"Ta zama dauko wando"
"Ta zama dauko safa"
"Ta zama bani abinci" was a song, one of her childhood friend UMMIEJAFAAR sang as it was announced that the knot has been tied between the two.
"You silly girl" zeenur said, as she smacked ummijay on her shoulder "can't you see she's crying. Let her be please".
"Auch!" Ummijay said, rubbing her shoulder "what was that for".
"For making her cry the more" zeenur answered.
"My gosh! Can you girls just please keep quite". Snapped summy with a sharp look in her eyes.
"Where is the bride?" Hajiya azumi said, as she walked into the room where juwai was sitting with her friends. "So junayd left, so can you guess who is your new husband?"
"What ever do you mean by that". Juwai said, lifting the veil that was used in covering her face. Why was she happy at hearing a news like that?
"You heard me right. Junayd is not marrying you anymore. And i don't know who he married you off too".
"Yaa Allah! This can't be happening" juwairiyyah said, breaking down into tears. Now she really hoped she was married to junayd, she was feeling the anger right now. Why will he run on their wedding day?.
"Be still juwairiyyah" hajiya azumi said, trying to hold her. But she's no match for juwairiyyah, Dr sumaiyyah was the only fat girl in the crew who was able to hold juwairiyyah so tight.
"I hate you yaa junayd!, i hate you more than anything in this world. How could you do a thing like this? You've ruined my life and I'll never forgive you for that".
"Am sorry to say this Alhaji, but i have my own little house at BCG, i want to live there with my wife, not in your house". Arfaat said, his head looking at the laid down carpets in the living room.
"I agree to it arfaat, no matter how small it is, live there with your wife".
"I have one last favor to ask" arfaat said Again.
"Voice it out son".
"I want to quit working in your company".
"But why?"
"I just want to Alhaji, i want to be self dependent. I'll continue being the street mechanic i once was, I'll feed my family with my own hard earned money. Don't say no please".
Alhaji Abbas looked at arfaat with pride in his eyes. He's proud of arfaat, so proud of him.
"Wish granted son, want your wife to be conveyed to her house today".
Arfaat only scratched his head in response. And Alhaji Abbas smiled, with an aura of confidence.
The little flat arfaat owned in BSG was a three bedroomed flat, with a very big living room. Two rooms where on the north wing of the living room, the other room, which served as a guest room was on the south wing. A small corridor which lead to the kitchen and store was by the west wing. A small dining area by the left side of the room with each toilet in every bedroom. A very small layout and also a small gate.
Juwai's matrimonial home was decorated beautifully by her three crazy friends xoubhiee, mss bee and meenert. And at about 8:pm juwai was conveyed to her matrimonial home, without her knowing who the groom was. What a fate!.
Mai kunu gave arfaat a heart touching lecture, she can't express how happy she is that very day.
"I hope this serves as a lesson to us all. Take good care of your wife arfaat, please, do not repeat the mistake you once made. You are old enough to know right and wrong, you are 28yrs old, she's just 19. You have to endure a lot. Marriage is all about endurance and sacrifices. She might not be a perfect wife, you might not be a perfect husband, we all have flaws. So let's live together happily, and together, let's reap the friut of love.
I woke up that early morning feeling detached, a feeling like i don't belong to the world anymore, a feeling that i have no one else to call mine. What have i done?. I never in my life felt so dejected and weak, o never felt so vulnerable and hate unti this early morning of my wedding day with yaa junyad. Well, my second marraige to be precise.
I pulled the quilt over my face as the tears increased their speed, my heart was aching so much. I couldn't even breath properly. Ya Allah, i clutched the quilt so hard and sobbed so hard. And hard. Harder. Hard and hard, but no one came.
I didn't realize i spent almost an hour crying until uwani came in with my breakfast. I could hear the ups and downs of my so called relatives, who all came in the name of gracing my second marriage. I sat up in bed and wipped my tears before looking at uwani
"Take it back, i don't want to eat"
"But why?" Uwani tried to resist "you can't be serious hajiya, you have to take your breakfast. Don't tell me you are overjoyed and that's why you can't eat". Uwani said, as her face glimpsed with happiness.
"Then sit down and finish it" i huffed as i rush into the bathroom. I swear i want to snap somebody's throat any moment from now.
I let the shower run as i quickly washed up, i dreid off and slipped in a yellow polka dots gown, not minding to wear the cloths purposely made for the occasion. I tied my hair in a side braid and applied some little Kohl on my pale eyes. I took a reflection of myself from the mirror. I still look hedious. Yaa Allah!.
"What are you still doing here?" I snapped at uwani, who still stood at the center of the room "i told you to finish the food and disappear" i said angrily my blood boiling.
Uwani zipped up, picked up the tray and left the room. I slammed the door behind her and went back into my isolated world. Thinking. Thinking about nothing but yaa arfaat. A soft knock came through the door. I swear! I felt like walking over to the door and crushing whoever was it!. Just when you are trying to have a moment with your humble self, someone will just come interrupting.
"What?" I snapped, not wanting to see the face of the intruder.
"May i come in?".
Yaa rabbi! It was mom.
Without uttering a word, i walked quickly to door and opened it. Mom enveloped me in a warm hug as soon as i let her in. I don't know how or why it happened, the tears came running down again.
"Shhhhh....it's okay angel" she said, as she led me to the bed. She sits me down beside her and let me cry on her shoulder until all tears subsided and i felt my heart at rest again. Yaa Allah! It felt so good to cry wollah.
"Can i know the reason for this crying?" She askes, breaking up the hug.
"I don't know mom, i really don't".
"Don't you want to get married anymore?" She asked softly
I buried my head in my hands. Deep inside my heart i knwo what she said was right, i really don't want to get married to yaa junayd.
"No mom, i just don't want to leave you for the second time". I said, faking up a smile.
"Come here angel" hajiya raliya said, hugging her daughter so tight "i wish you a very happy married life. God bless you. I want you to get up and get ready, the make up artist will be here any moment from now. Its a big and happy day. Don't ruin it".
Its already 2:30pm, and junayd is still no where to be found. Alhaji Abbas paced up and down, he looked worried. His heart beating fast.
Arfaat was sitting beside him, dressed in a white braided shaddah. White. A white black wrist swatch, black cap and also black covered shoes. O Allah! He looked exactly like a groom. He smiled at the thought of how he made it over to the wedding.
"Promise me you'll grace the occasion" junayd said that Wednesday night.
"I promise junayd. We are like brothers now".
He blinked back into reality as he heard Alhaji Abbas takbir. He stood up quickly, looking at him a little bit shocked.
"Is everything alright Alhaji".
"I don't know how to say this arfaat. Check it out yourself" he said, handing over his phone to arfaat. Arfaat took hold of the phone a stared at it for almost five minutes. He just can't believe what his eyes are seeing. He had to read it again, to be sure that his eyes are not Betraying his emotions.
*"I'm sorry to say this uncle, and am very sure you received this message at the right time. I can't marry juwairiyyah. I had to make this hard decision even though i know how I'll be hurt. I just realized that Arfaat love juwairiyyah more than i do. She love him also. I just can't seem to take the guilt of separating two lovers. For that, i am sacrificing my love for their happiness. Please uncle, marry her off to arfaat as soon as you receive this message. As for me, don't worry about me. I'll be back in two months time. Regardz to aunty raliya, my sweetest grandma, and above all, the loving couples*".
"Is this for real?" Arfaat asked, looking at Alhaji Abbas in shock
"It is my son, and i shall grant his wish".
"But i don't have a waliyy over here" arfaat said, still not wanting to believe all the drama.
"Don't worry" said Alhaji Abbas's best friend, Alhaji sanusi. "I'll be your waliyy".
And so it happened, for better ir worse.. The couples are back again. But this time, entangled in a very big heart of love and happiness❤.
"Ta zama ta zama"
"Ta zama dauko riga"
"Ta zama dauko wando"
"Ta zama dauko safa"
"Ta zama bani abinci" was a song, one of her childhood friend UMMIEJAFAAR sang as it was announced that the knot has been tied between the two.
"You silly girl" zeenur said, as she smacked ummijay on her shoulder "can't you see she's crying. Let her be please".
"Auch!" Ummijay said, rubbing her shoulder "what was that for".
"For making her cry the more" zeenur answered.
"My gosh! Can you girls just please keep quite". Snapped summy with a sharp look in her eyes.
"Where is the bride?" Hajiya azumi said, as she walked into the room where juwai was sitting with her friends. "So junayd left, so can you guess who is your new husband?"
"What ever do you mean by that". Juwai said, lifting the veil that was used in covering her face. Why was she happy at hearing a news like that?
"You heard me right. Junayd is not marrying you anymore. And i don't know who he married you off too".
"Yaa Allah! This can't be happening" juwairiyyah said, breaking down into tears. Now she really hoped she was married to junayd, she was feeling the anger right now. Why will he run on their wedding day?.
"Be still juwairiyyah" hajiya azumi said, trying to hold her. But she's no match for juwairiyyah, Dr sumaiyyah was the only fat girl in the crew who was able to hold juwairiyyah so tight.
"I hate you yaa junayd!, i hate you more than anything in this world. How could you do a thing like this? You've ruined my life and I'll never forgive you for that".
"Am sorry to say this Alhaji, but i have my own little house at BCG, i want to live there with my wife, not in your house". Arfaat said, his head looking at the laid down carpets in the living room.
"I agree to it arfaat, no matter how small it is, live there with your wife".
"I have one last favor to ask" arfaat said Again.
"Voice it out son".
"I want to quit working in your company".
"But why?"
"I just want to Alhaji, i want to be self dependent. I'll continue being the street mechanic i once was, I'll feed my family with my own hard earned money. Don't say no please".
Alhaji Abbas looked at arfaat with pride in his eyes. He's proud of arfaat, so proud of him.
"Wish granted son, want your wife to be conveyed to her house today".
Arfaat only scratched his head in response. And Alhaji Abbas smiled, with an aura of confidence.
The little flat arfaat owned in BSG was a three bedroomed flat, with a very big living room. Two rooms where on the north wing of the living room, the other room, which served as a guest room was on the south wing. A small corridor which lead to the kitchen and store was by the west wing. A small dining area by the left side of the room with each toilet in every bedroom. A very small layout and also a small gate.
Juwai's matrimonial home was decorated beautifully by her three crazy friends xoubhiee, mss bee and meenert. And at about 8:pm juwai was conveyed to her matrimonial home, without her knowing who the groom was. What a fate!.
Mai kunu gave arfaat a heart touching lecture, she can't express how happy she is that very day.
"I hope this serves as a lesson to us all. Take good care of your wife arfaat, please, do not repeat the mistake you once made. You are old enough to know right and wrong, you are 28yrs old, she's just 19. You have to endure a lot. Marriage is all about endurance and sacrifices. She might not be a perfect wife, you might not be a perfect husband, we all have flaws. So let's live together happily, and together, let's reap the friut of love.