Tarkon So Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Accident and Immediate Help
In her calmness, she tried to cross the street when she suddenly heard the screech of a car approaching before she could make any move. The car hit her, but the person who hit her did not stop; he drove away.
In a panic, someone stopped their car, lifted her, and they went straight to the hospital. She was received and treatment began immediately—shots were given and a small dressing applied where she felt pain. A call was made to the office, and someone from there came to assist her. The hospital fees were paid, and the person who brought her promised to return after attending to other matters.
Recovery and Realization
Later, a nurse came close to remove the drip, and she looked at her, puzzled, wondering why she had been brought to the hospital. Her thoughts were frozen at the moment she was hit by the car while trying to cross the street; she had no memory of what happened after that.
“Hello, you’re awake,” the nurse said.
She only nodded.
“Let me call the doctor; you’re awake now,” the nurse added.
A few minutes later, the doctor arrived with her. Smiling, he said, “Ah, you’re awake.” She lifted her head.
“No, aren’t you going to speak?” the nurse asked.
She smiled and replied, “No, I’m fine. Who brought me to the hospital?”
“It wasn’t the ones who hit you; they didn’t stop. A good Samaritan saw you and, seeing you in need of help, picked you up and brought you here.”
“Thank God. Thank you, doctor. But where is the person to whom I owe my gratitude?”
“He went back to his work but will return.”
She greeted the doctor respectfully.
“He’s here now. He wanted to ask if you wanted to thank him,” the doctor said.
She could barely look at him, especially as his gaze met hers. She lowered her head, fidgeting with her slender, henna-stained fingers.
The doctor interrupted, “Do you feel any pain now?”
Shaking her head gently, she replied, “No pain, I just want to go home now.”
They laughed lightly. The doctor said, “You can go now. It’s just a small injury, Allah protected you. Here’s some medicine and a plaster; the chemist can remove it once the wound heals. If anything happens, just come back.”
“Thank you, doctor,” she said shyly, pulling her head closer to her chest.
Leaving the Hospital
She exchanged greetings with the doctor and thanked him again before receiving all the medications. As she tried to leave, she noticed Anturo standing by the door.
“Sorry, I saw you waiting. I went to get a hijab for you; I noticed you couldn’t stay without one,” he said politely, handing her a bag.
She accepted it graciously, “Thank you so much.”
“Let’s go; I’ll take you home so you can rest,” he added.
She put on the hijab; it fit perfectly. She carried the bag and didn’t pause to eat. At the hospital parking lot, she saw his car and squinted her eyes.
He greeted her happily and opened the car door. “Bismillah,” he said.
She entered, and he followed, starting the car right where she was brought. He said, “This is far enough, I know you’re safe now.”
She lowered her head, “Please leave me here, I can manage. Thank you so much, may Allah reward you.”
“Ameen. But I won’t leave; we must go home because I need to remove this bandage from your cheek,” he replied.
She indicated the way she wanted to go, and he agreed.
When they reached the house, she went in and saw her mother busy, unaware of anything that had happened.