Sakacin Waye Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Young Abba did not stay to listen to the nagging and complaints of his wife, Nasara. He bypassed her quickly because he knew her character—if she said she was going to do something, she had to do it before her mind could find peace; Nasara was incredibly persistent. He headed straight for the living room exit after snatching his car keys off the table, while answering the call Hamzah kept making to his phone. Walking toward the door, he said to his wife:
"This is your problem, yours and that ministry of yours. Young Lady, carry your problem and leave me alone. As for me, all I know is that I married a daughter off to Hamzah, and I am going to deliver her to him as natural as God's creation. I will not allow you to teach her your women's sorcery, the kind you use on me, just to drive the poor man crazy for no reason, doing it so loudly that even the neighbors can hear it. Where is the sense in that? And then inside the house, he will end up completely under control like me, turned into someone who has no say and no authority in his own home, becoming like a pancake in a pan."
He spoke firmly, his face serious with absolute sincerity, but from his tone, you could tell he said it playfully, wanting to provoke Nasara. This kind of issue had been bothering him for a long time, and he hadn't spoken up because he hadn't found the right opportunity until today when the chance arose. This also happened because he, Adamu, loved Hamzah with all his heart, treating him like his own biological younger brother and holding him dear to his soul. Therefore, according to him, he would not allow Hamzah to be dominated.
Nasara clutched her mouth in astonishment, looking at her husband, Adamu Gembu, her mouth wide open! She couldn't close it due to laughter and surprise. Then, after a moment, she closed her mouth, nodding her head like an agama lizard, and shook her head while suppressing a laugh, unable to say anything. Young Abba's antics had stopped annoying her now; they just brought her immense amusement. His stubbornness was like that of a bitter old man sometimes. The way he burst out, uttering the words with deep-seated resentment, showed that the matter had been gnawing at him for a long time, and his behavior made her laugh intensely. For the third time, she nodded her head in self-agreement, acknowledging everything Adamu was saying and what was coming out of his mouth at that moment. Then she said:
"I have heard it all, Father of Ahyan, no matter what you say. You have kept this inside for a long time without saying it, as long as it concerns me, fine. As for me, Nasara, whom you see here, I am like a heavy sit-down mat that you must live with, whether you like it or not. And even without any charms, you must salute us Katsina women when it comes to taking care of a husband in bed. So, this is how you have been viewing me all this time, Adam? And I didn't even know? Viewing me as someone who uses charms on you just because I prepare your bed nicely to keep your eyes away from forbidden women? Well, I accept it and I thank you. Since a good gesture has now turned into something wicked. They always say a person never knows how they are being perceived until an occasion calls for it. Today, the occasion has arrived for me to know how you view me. You have kept this in for a long time. Regardless, the wedding reception is a must, and you must let us hold it. God forgive me, but Siyama is a wife fit for prominent men. What I mean is, even if I don't give her anything or prepare her fully, she will naturally dominate her husband, that 'Hamzah Al-Mustapha Mawonmase' you claim won't be dominated. He will fall into her hands even more than her arrogant father, Adamu Gembu, was dominated—let alone this Hamzah who is easier to handle than drinking water. In fact, the only difficult part is if he makes the mistake of coming to us on the first night. The only difficulty is if he commits that blunder, Adam. If you see him live in peace after that, then rest assured; I, Nasara, the Mother of Siyama, say this: he did not make the blunder of bringing himself to my daughter."
From the doorway, Young Abba turned back and gave her a look of affection—a famous romantic look that said, 'What can I do about my love for you?' He smiled, feeling an increase in love for his wife because of her immense generosity toward his relatives and anyone he brought home as his own. The kindness she showed regarding Siyama’s affairs was as if Siyama were her own flesh and blood rather than his. In recent times, he had never seen or heard of an uncle's wife quite like his own. In Hausa society, it was constantly said that between women and their husbands' relatives, there was no love, only jealousy, resentment, and mutual hatred. Yet he always saw the exact opposite with his wife, Nasara, and his older brother’s wife, Wasila. Or were they just exceptionally lucky? Young Abba looked at her, gave her a wink, and said:
"You should respect the new baby nestled in there; I don't want to shake it up, otherwise you would have seen real dominance right now. That dominance of yours from the straw-hut rooms is all you know; you don't know real dominance until you've met the Fulani of Mambilla."
With that, he quickly exited, leaving Nasara blushing from ear to ear.
From my room, I could hear every bit of the drama unfolding between Young Abba and his wife, Aunt Nasara—the masters of teasing and provoking each other. In the past, when they engaged in this kind of drama, which took the form of romantic banter, they used to fascinate me. Because they did it with such an impressive and heartwarming style of love, I would lose myself listening to them, smiling all by myself in my room, wishing for the manifestation of my own 'Dream Husband' too. At that time, I was intensely longing for his appearance, so that we too could engage in romantic banter like theirs, the kind that increases intimacy and stays deep within the hearts of lovers.