A Bar Wa Rai Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

He hurried out of their room, adjusting the position of his cap—clearly in a great rush. As he stepped into the parlour, a smile spread across his face and he walked toward where his wife was seated, waiting for him to come out.

When he got close to her, he said,

“Once again I’m late and you didn’t wake me up early. I’m in a hurry—I’ll be back later.”

He planted a quick kiss on her cheek. Without waiting for any response, he headed straight for the exit. She followed him with her eyes until he reached the parlour door and was about to open it. Summoning courage, she said,

“So you won’t eat today either?”

She said it in a voice that clearly showed her disappointment.

He turned, looked at her, and replied,

“Food? Have you checked the time? Please forgive me—when I come back, I’ll eat, I promise.”

He finished speaking, opened the door, and stepped out.

Just as he was leaving, she called out again,

“Here’s your phone—you forgot it.”

She stood up and walked toward him, holding the phone. Her face was tense with frustration over the meal she had gone through so much effort to cook for him—only for it to go uneaten.

He quickly patted himself, surprised at when his phone had made its way to the parlour when he was sure he had left it in the bedroom. He reached out, took it without saying a word, and rushed out of the house—almost running.

He got into his car, started it, and sped away, truly late.

She waited until he was gone, then gently rubbed her small pregnant belly and returned inside, praying that Allah would continue to protect her husband. If there was anything troubling his mind or distracting him, she prayed that Allah would remove it, whatever it might be.

She couldn’t understand him at all this past week. This wasn’t how he usually behaved. Something was clearly bothering him. She had checked his phone and found nothing.

She sat in the parlour, turned on the TV, watching while scrolling on her phone.

By the time Habib arrived at the school, his students had already filled the classroom. He was usually the one who arrived early, and any student who arrived even a minute late would be sent back home—but today, he himself was late.

Because of that, he didn’t even stop by his office; he went straight into the classroom where he was to teach. As he entered, the students stood up to greet him. He waved them down, scanning the room with his eyes.

He noticed how restless the students were and knew it was because of his lateness.

That day, he had two teaching periods—one in the morning from 8:00 a.m. to 9:30 a.m., and another in the evening at 4:00 p.m.

Because of that, he kept praying silently that she would be among his students during those times.

But he finished the morning lesson without seeing her. That was when he realized she didn’t have a morning class—only an evening one.

Afterward, he returned to his office, holding his head deep in thought. He didn’t know what to do about that girl. Somehow, she had forced her way into his thoughts. And now she hadn’t come today, leaving him completely unsettled. He found himself praying that she was safe and well.

Normally, on days when he taught twice, he would go home after the morning session and return in the evening. But today, out of pure restlessness, he felt that going home might make him waste time. So he went out, bought food, returned to his office, ate, then stood up and wandered around the school, watching students—some leaving, some entering, others sitting around.

Almost everywhere he passed, people turned to look at him. Everyone knew the strictness and authority of Mallam Habib.