So Da Alkawari Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Unwanted Meeting
 
He closed his eyes slowly, inhaling the gentle breeze blowing through the courtyard of the large house. Quietly, he let out a low hiss, glancing again at the leather watch wrapped around his wrist. It had been ten minutes already — she hadn’t arrived. He hissed again, frustration consuming him completely. Of all things he hated in the world, waiting was the worst.
 
He was a man of impatience and quick temper, unable to tolerate being disrespected. His chest burned with irritation; his eyes turned red, sweat beaded down his forehead. Just as he was about to leave, her scent hit him before she even appeared — a rich, intoxicating perfume that filled the entire space.
 
She walked toward him with elegance, her steps light as if her feet didn’t touch the ground. She was a dark-skinned beauty, short, but perfectly shaped. Her lips shone naturally, not from any gloss or cream — her freshness alone made her glow. Her eyes were bright, with thick lashes and perfectly lined lids that looked naturally kohled. Sweat glistened faintly on her nose — proof that she wasn’t one to be taken lightly. She walked until she stood directly in front of him, arms akimbo, glaring down.
 
He acted as though he didn’t notice her, which only enraged her more. Her father wanted her to marry this boy — younger than her! Of all the men she had known, her father insisted only this one would be her husband. She couldn’t stand it. She had pleaded, explained that she already loved someone else, but her father refused to listen. Yesterday’s argument had been terrible — she had never seen her father so furious.
 
Now here he was again, this arrogant young man who dared show up under the insistence of her father’s elder brother. Her anger boiled. She wanted to insult him so harshly he’d never come back.
 
Saadik, however, ignored her. He pulled out his phone, switched on his data, and opened Facebook, scrolling lazily through posts. He had forgotten the rude girl in front of him — he was only here because his father forced him to come and ask for her hand in marriage. He had never even visited his uncle’s house before today.
 
But she couldn’t take it anymore. Furious, she snatched the phone from his hand and flung it against the wall.
 
“Worthless fool! Who told you a poor man can look down on the rich? Whose son do you even think you are—?”
 
Before she could finish, his hand flew. Three hard slaps landed on her face, one after the other. She froze, clutching her cheek in pain, tears rolling down.
 
“Go pick up my phone,” he thundered. “Useless, arrogant girl!”
 
He turned sharply and stormed off, leaving her trembling and humiliated, her pride shattered.
 
Saadik’s Anger and Reflection
 
His feet pounded the dusty ground as he left, his body burning with fury. By the time he reached home, he was drenched in sweat. He went straight to his room, threw himself on his bed, and closed his eyes — her face wouldn’t leave his mind.
 
He hated proud, disrespectful women. To him, everyone deserved dignity, rich or poor. He began to question whether he could ever obey his father’s command to marry her.
 
He got up, fetched water from the well, and bathed to calm down. His young cousin Khadija offered to help him pour water; he thanked her quietly, trying to mask his emotions. Soon, he joined his grandmother, Innah, who was plucking moringa leaves outside.
 
His little niece, Zarah, ran up to him with childish excitement.
“Kawu Saadik! Baba said you’ll be getting married soon!”
 
He only smiled faintly, ruffling her hair. Innah, noticing his silence, asked,
“So, how did it go with your uncle’s family?”
 
He avoided her gaze. “Innah, I’m hungry. I’ll eat later; I’m going to the shop.”
 
She knew he was trying to change the subject but said nothing. As he left, she prayed silently for him.
 
Momi’s Rage and Rabi’ah’s Defiance
 
Meanwhile, back at the girl’s mansion, Rabi’ah stormed into the sitting room, her eyes red from crying. Her mother, Momi, rushed out of her bedroom, panicked.
 
“My baby! Who touched you? What happened?”
 
Rabi’ah burst into tears, pointing to her cheek where the marks of Saadik’s slap burned red.
 
Momi froze. Her entire body trembled as rage consumed her.
“Who dared do this to my daughter? That boy? That pauper? I’ll have his whole family locked up!”
 
Rabi’ah wailed louder, but Momi was already pacing the room, cursing under her breath.
“How dare a poor man lay a hand on the daughter of Hajiya Maryam! They’ll regret this!”
 
Trying to comfort her daughter, she vowed,
“No daughter of mine will marry into poverty. You will never be tied to that boy — I’d rather separate from your father than allow it!”
 
Rabi’ah sighed, laying her head on her mother’s lap.
“Momi, I already love someone — Habib. We study together. His father is rich. But Abbah won’t listen. It’s that Uncle Chiranchi who’s pushing this marriage.”
 
Her mother nodded slowly, seething with anger. “Let your father come home — he’ll see madness tonight.”
 
Later that evening, her father, Alhaji Amadu, summoned her. She entered the sitting room wearing her hijab, her head bowed.
 
“Rabi’ah,” he said sternly, “who am I to you?”
 
She trembled. “My father,” she whispered.
 
“Then hear me well,” he said coldly. “You will marry Abubakar, my nephew. Prepare yourself — I can wed you off at any time.”
 
She sprang to her feet in shock, her heart pounding — the nightmare had just begun.