Zaman Idda Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Unspoken Truths
The moment her eyes fell on him, she realized it wasn’t the first time she had noticed. She understood that everything she had been searching for and failing to find was connected to her husband. Still, she brushed it aside and sincerely wished that he would change his ways, sooner or later.
He suddenly stiffened and began scratching his neck; she ignored it and threw him a soft smile, making his courage falter. What kind of woman is she? he wondered. Am I even being fair to her?
She interrupted his thoughts by saying,
“Groom, you smell so nice after this bath—like today is the wedding day?”
He frowned slightly, tilted his head, and replied,
“Look at you, you’re starting again? I’m not any groom here, wallahi. This whole bath is yours alone, queen of women.”
She knew he was only talking, but his words still made her extremely happy. She walked to the mirror, pulled a stool, sat down smiling, faced him and said,
“Please, Hayateehyh, say thank you to her today on my behalf. I left your message with my younger sister—when you go out, greet her for me.”
She handed him the box, one part of her heart warning her while another pushed her forward.
He reached out, took it, pulled her into his arms, and began showering her with hot kisses all over, letting out a small cry that showed pure happiness. She should have been the one crying—she was being separated from the most important thing she had left in life—but instead she smiled, gently tapping his back in reassurance.
He said,
“What kind of person are you? Your heart is renewed every day with so many beautiful things, your generosity increases daily—what kind of woman did I ever do to deserve you, Noory?”
She lifted her face, locked her eyes into his, her pain showing clearly. She wiped away thin tears that escaped and said,
“There are two things, Hayatieyh—do them for me in this world and prove to me that you are not among the useless men.”
Quickly he replied,
“What are they? Say it fast—insha Allah you’ll find me among just men.”
She pulled herself away from him and said,
“Go. When you return, we’ll talk.”
She said this just to make him leave so her racing heartbeat could calm down.
He wanted to speak again, but she tilted her head and pointed toward the door. He didn’t argue. He slipped the box into his pocket, kissed her, and left quickly.
She followed him, locked the room, slipped to the doorway, and burst into a devastating, soul-crushing cry. Many times she wondered: What kind of cursed fate is this? Why hasn’t she been able to fix her life till now, even though she knows exactly what hurts her?
Naseer—always Naseer—was her wound. And again today, he had completely separated her from what little important thing she had left in her life.
A Cruel Plot Unfolds
Filled with joy, his heart light, he stepped into the compound. He turned around, looked at the entire house, nodded confidently, and even saluted himself, saying,
“My next target is this house. I already know it belongs to me—the papers alone are left to be signed and handed over. Get ready, Nuriyyah. Your months of crying are almost over. I won’t rest until I see you completely ruined—picking clothes from trash, unable to find food or shelter. That’s when I’ll begin a new life full of happiness and pleasure with my delicate new bride, Bintuuuuu.”
He said her name with passion, hope, and intense love, entered the car—which itself belonged to Nuriyyah—and drove out of the house after the guard opened the gate for him.
Silent Suffering
She lay for a long time at the threshold, clutching her stomach in extreme weakness—pain upon pain, hunger upon hunger. She couldn’t even remember the last time she ate because of the jealousy of that woman.
As for Hakima, the wealthy one, she was inside, hearing everything and knowing exactly who was knocking. That was why she remained silent—this too was a form of torture. She wanted her to crawl on her knees, rubbing herself on the ground, begging her to help her get rid of the pregnancy. Hunger alone would be enough to force her to surrender.
She had already blocked every possible way anyone could know what was happening in the house. Not because she feared anyone—no. She preferred this to be a silent case, one she alone would end: kill her and bury her inside the house, with no one knowing.
All this so she could quickly fulfill her desire to own the house, the wealth, and the husband.