Baso Bane Cuta Ce Complete Hausa Novel

She cried intensely, as if her soul were about to leave her body, sobbing so hard that she was almost choking from the force of it.
He stood over her, busy trying to console her, speaking gently in his usual calm manner. He said,
“Come on, Jawahir, what do you want to turn yourself into like this? Don’t you believe in destiny? The One who gave him to us loves him more than we ever could. Don’t forget that every living soul must taste death. With all this crying you’re doing now, are you pleasing your Baffa? In the situation we are in now, there is nothing he needs from you except prayers. Crying won’t add anything to you except maybe bring you an illness. Don’t forget that I am here with you, and I have promised to make you happy until my last breath.”
He said all this in a soothing, comforting tone.
Jawahir raised her head and gave him a look, then lowered it again and continued crying. It was clear she had no intention of talking to him, so he had no choice but to leave the room, his heart burning inside him.
As he stepped out, she muttered, “Just a wicked man,” glaring at the spot where he had been standing, as if he were still there.
On his way out, he ran into Baffa’s wife. Calmly, he said,
“Sorry, Adda. How are we enduring this?”
He spoke with a look of sympathy.
“Hmmm, patience—we thank God. You were coming from Jawahir’s room, right?” she said, giving him a knowing look.
“Yes. You know she’s still young, she needs constant care, especially now that she’s in this state of pain and orphanhood—no mother, no father. Adda, I feel deeply sorry for Jawahir. Please help me keep the trust that has been placed in my hands,” he said, looking at her pleadingly.
She too wore a sympathetic expression and said,
“Don’t worry. As long as I’m in this house, Jawahir is yours. May Allah help you keep her safe.”
She spoke as if she were about to cry.
He stepped outside slowly, feeling heavy all over, afraid of the intensity of her crying.
Meanwhile, Adda walked briskly, clapping her hands until she reached the room. She closed the door, then went over to Jawahir. She sat down gently, her expression changing to concern, and said,
“Come here, my child. Stop crying like this, or your head will start hurting you.”
She said this as she pulled her close.
Jawahir leaned into Adda’s body, wiping her tears repeatedly. Adda kept stroking her back in comfort. When she finally quieted down, Adda said,
“My child, calm yourself. I told you that as long as I’m alive, I won’t let you remain in that boy’s house. I will personally make him divorce you. Then you’ll marry the one you love, won’t you?”
She said this while lifting her face to observe her reaction.
Jawahir wiped her tears and said,
“Yes, Adda, please help me. I swear I don’t love him. Right now, I don’t even like seeing his face. I’m truly shocked as to why Baffa married him to me. This will of his did not make me happy at all, wallahi.”
She broke down crying again.
Adda smiled the knowing smile of elders and said,
“Well, it’s all your fault. Even I once thought you two were in love, the way you showed care for each other. He would take you out to places of leisure and you’d stay long. Even after returning home, you wouldn’t rest—you’d sit together talking until I spoke before you separated. Your father isn’t to blame for marrying him to you. If you had come out from the start and shown that you didn’t love him, you wouldn’t have been forced into a family marriage.”
She said this gently.
Suddenly, as if struck by realization, Jawahir lifted her head quickly and said,
“So what should I do now, Adda?”
She asked desperately, searching for a solution.
Adda smiled faintly and said,
“The easiest path for you is to come out and tell him the truth—that you don’t love him. Tell him you see him only as a brother, like one mother and one father, not as a husband. Tell him you cannot live in marriage with him. If you tell him this, he will surely divorce you, since he wants your happiness. And after that, I’ll give him your younger sister, so the world won’t accuse anyone of anything.”
Jawahir fell silent, wanting to think it through, but Adda stopped her, continuing to speak to her and laying everything out truthfully. In the end, Jawahir accepted her words and agreed with her.