Saina Kashe Mijinah Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Celebration and the Unexpected Outburst
 
They were seated in a grand hall of dignitaries, and everyone’s face carried joy—from his family to his loved ones. The MC loudly called the name of a handsome young man who came forward to cut the cake, for he was the reason they had all gathered there.
It was Doctor Umar Pharouk Ahmad.
 
His closest friend, Barrister Auwal Anas, said,
“Haba Doctor, you know we’ve been sitting here just because of you. We’ve waited one hour for only one thing. Are you even sure she’ll come? I swear this your wife is careless…”
 
With concern, Doctor replied:
“Haba Barrister, how can you call my wife careless right in front of me? Do you even know how much I love her? Wallahi I don’t like that statement. Don’t say it again—we might end up having a problem.”
 
Barrister sighed and said, “Okay Doctor, I withdraw it. May Allah bring her safely.”
 
Doctor smiled slightly. “Ameen, Barrister. You’ve tried.”
 
Not long after, she walked in with a bright, charming smile and sat close to him. He looked at her—she wore a classy light-blue shadda, simple but beautiful.
Then she suddenly shouted: “I WILL KILL MY HUSBAND…!”
 
Everyone froze in shock. Not even the condition Doctor Pharouk found himself in could be described—he felt embarrassment, fear, confusion, and anger all at once.
 
She burst into loud laughter, then immediately fixed her face as if she never laughed and said:
“I don’t love him. They forced me into this marriage. I already have someone I love but they stopped me and joined me with him. I begged him to divorce me but he refused. What you saw me do today is nothing—if he refuses to divorce me, wallahi I will KILL my husband!”
 
Before she could continue, with the strength and boldness of a real man, he snatched the microphone from her.
Then, calmly he said:
 
“This is beautiful, wonderful, grateful, social, and lover forever. You’re all shocked, right? You think it’s true? How can my wife kill me after only 30 days—one month—of marriage? We love each other deeply. We are even the best couple.
 
Since my wife heard that I was about to receive a promotion at 30 years old, she started asking me what special gift she should give me that no one else has ever given. I told her to do whatever she thinks is best. So what she did today… is her idea.
 
My wife loves me too much—she can’t even kill an ant, talk less of me. She has a bright mind. She has always wanted to act in films since she was in primary school. But wallahi, I won’t allow my wife to act movies because I’m jealous. And wallahi, I love my wife.”
 
People sighed in relief, clapped, and laughed.
 
But Barrister Auwal Anas wasn’t convinced. Even since their wedding day, he had doubts. He never believed any explanation Pharouk gave.
 
She herself felt like screaming out of anger. Why? Whenever she wronged him, instead of scolding her, he would end up saying:
“I love you wallahi.”
That word alone melted her thoughts completely.
 
After the Ceremony – Growing Tension at Home
 
Later, in the hall, she grudgingly fed him cake but kept giving him sharp glares. Music started playing, people were cheering, but she simply stood up and walked away. He shook his head quietly.
 
Hafsat whispered to Aunty Jamila:
“Aunty, I’m scared of what Aunty Zahra said earlier. I pray she doesn’t act on her threat toward Yaya.”
 
Jamila replied:
“No, that wasn’t real. Umar only explained it the way it should be explained. Zahra can’t kill anybody. Even if she could, not Umar. A strong bond exists between them—beyond family ties, there is love.”
 
Hafsat insisted,
“But Aunty…”
 
Jamila stopped her.
“That’s enough Hafsat. I know you don’t like Zahra, but stop it. She is your blood just like Umar is your blood.”
 
Hafsat pouted and said nothing.
 
After some time, they all left.
Doctor bid his friends goodbye and returned home, his heart heavy but hopeful.
 
When he entered the sitting room, he found her sitting comfortably, smiling while chatting on her phone.
He greeted—she didn’t even look at him.
 
His anger rose.
“How dare you disgrace me in front of millions of people?”
 
She slowly raised her head, looked at his stiff face stained with cake, and after one mocking look, she burst into laughter.
 
After laughing her fill, she said:
“Just look at yourself—you call yourself a man but even a woman has more heart than you. I thought you would beat me or shout, but instead you just stood there looking confused. Please go and bathe—you smell. You’re irritating.”
 
She returned to her phone.
 
He whispered painfully:
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un. Ya Allah, You see the situation I’m in. Bring my wife back to the right path. Put love for me in her heart. Give me patience…”
 
She didn’t even look at him.
“You’ll need patience when I send you to the grave,” she murmured and walked off to her room.
 
He sighed deeply and went to his own.
 
A Week Later – New Problems Arise
 
One week later, he rushed out for work. He had a theatre session at 8:00am and it was already 7:40.
He found her having breakfast peacefully.
 
He asked gently:
“Good morning, dear. Where’s my breakfast?”
 
She ignored him.
He repeated the question.
 
Without lifting her head, she said:
“I didn’t make any. I don’t know when you’re staying in this house. If you want breakfast, get a housemaid.”
 
He sighed heavily.
“No problem. When I get to work, I’ll manage. But when I return, please cook something delicious for me.”
He bent and kissed her cheek before leaving.
 
She hissed loudly and wiped her cheek.
“Useless man,” she muttered.
 
Her phone rang. Without checking, she already knew it was Jameel.
 
In a soft romantic voice, she said:
“Hello my love, I missed you.”
 
A male voice replied:
“No, baby. You’re lying. You went back to your husband. You forgot me.”
 
“No wallahi,” she replied. “How can I forget you? You know he’s home and I don’t have freedom. He just left for the office.”
 
He said, “Okay baby, I want to see you now.”
 
“Now?” she asked.
 
“Yes. Or have you stopped loving me?”
 
He hung up.
 
She sighed. “Kai baby, drama…”
She rushed to bathe, dressed beautifully, took her car keys and drove out.
 
Meanwhile, Doctor Umar entered his office and removed his coat. As he tried to wear his theatre gown, Nurse Raheena entered with a tray of tea.
 
He didn’t even look at her.
She placed the tray gently and said,
“Good morning sir.”
 
He only said coldly,
“Thank you. You can go. I’ll finish it myself.”
 
“But sir…”
 
He suddenly shouted so loudly that she almost dropped her phone. She ran out in fear. She was used to his angry face, but she still wouldn’t stop caring—because she loved him.
 
Doctor Kabeer entered and shook his head.
“Haba Doctor, until when will you keep mistreating that innocent girl? She treats you well every day but you don’t see it. You prefer staying with that disrespectful wife of yours.”
 
Enraged, Pharouk pointed at him:
“Enough, Kabeer! You insult my wife in this office? Whatever she does is none of your business. And this is the first and last time anyone will speak about my wife again! I swear someone will get hurt!”
 
He hissed and stormed out angrily.