Matar Taj Book 3 Complete Hausa Novel

At about eight o’clock, she hurried out of his bedroom after getting the chance to slip away when he went into the bathroom. He never let her out of his sight at all—every single movement of hers was under his watch.

What surprised her the most was that despite spending the night together, he never once tried to touch her. At first, she couldn’t relax, but later she finally eased up and eventually fell back asleep.

Fast forward…

She had already finished breakfast and was fully dressed, looking neat and elegant in a stylish abaya from her wardrobe—the one mummy had bought for her. Even before her maids informed her that breakfast was ready, she had come downstairs to eat.

As she sat there, he came down as well, dressed in a jalabiya with his cap on, completely back to his original calm and noble self.

Before she realized it, she found herself staring at him without even knowing she was doing it. He completely captured her attention and swept her away.

If not for the fear of belittling herself, she would have admitted that Taj was far out of her league—he was charismatic, handsome… everything about him was perfectly put together.

The way he cleared his throat brought her back from the world she had drifted into. She quickly lowered her gaze out of embarrassment. He only laughed softly and gave her a playful wink.

He sat down and asked her to serve him. Without hesitation, she stood up and served his food until she was done.

As she was about to return to her seat, he pulled her onto his thigh and began eating calmly. While he was eating, his phone rang—a very important call—which made him set the food aside.

He was on the call for about five minutes. Without thinking, she picked up the spoon, scooped the food, and continued feeding him. He clearly enjoyed it.

Before he even finished eating, he dropped the phone, set her down, stood up, and held her hand as they both walked out of the house.

After they got into the car, neither of them spoke a word. She wanted to talk to him, but seeing that he was still on the phone made her hold back until he finished.

When they arrived, he put the phone away and they both stepped out of the car. The entire place was unfamiliar to her. She noticed a sign that read Saudi International Court of Justice, and the area was extremely crowded—journalists and reporters everywhere, all holding cameras.

Mark hurried over to greet him and then greeted her as well. He later advised Taj that it would be better if they wore masks because of the press. Taj replied that there was no need for that—he was already wearing black shades, and besides, the attention wasn’t on them.

Just then, a large bulletproof vehicle drove into the compound, followed closely by about five police vehicles.

It was as if the reporters had been waiting for this moment—they rushed toward it immediately. The police surrounded the vehicle, as though a notorious criminal was about to be brought out.

Sabeeha watched intently, eager to see who would emerge from the car. Before she could fully process it, some women dressed in official attire came out, escorting a woman in the middle. Her face was completely covered with a mask. Instantly, reporters began snapping photos and shouting questions.

Due to security concerns, she was quickly taken inside. At that moment, another car drove into the compound. Sabeeha hadn’t noticed it and was just standing there when she suddenly heard her name being called.

As she turned, her eyes landed on Barad and Uncle Jamid—and then Khaal and Mutallib.

Barad ran toward her and hugged her tightly, his glasses nearly falling off from sheer excitement. She hugged him back just as tightly, the joy she felt flooding her face.

“Aunty Fatima…!”

“Barad…,” she called his name. He looked at her as if he was about to cry.

“Where have you been? I missed you so much.”

“I missed you even more…” she said, hugging him again.

Just then, Jamid and the others walked up. She couldn’t hold back the tears streaming down her face from happiness. Seeing Uncle Jamid standing there healthy, and Khaal alive before her eyes, confirmed everything—he hadn’t died after all.

She walked up to Khaal, lowered her head, and cried. She was completely speechless.

Khaal gently held her head, and she looked up quickly.

“Welcome, Fatima. I’m happy to have you back in our lives. May Allah bless you.”

She was still crying and couldn’t say anything. After a while, she wiped her tears and greeted him properly, then turned to Uncle Jamid, smiling through her tears.

“Uncle Jamid… are you well now?”

As they were talking, Mark informed them that it was time, so they all headed inside.

Up until that moment, she still didn’t fully understand what was happening. But when she saw prosecutors and lawyers as they entered the courtroom, that was when she realized—there was going to be a trial.