JAMILA 1&2 Completed book by Miss Green Complete Hausa Novel Document by JAMILA 1&2 Completed book by Miss Green

 looked at him. "Those clothes??" "The ones I found in the drawer full—I said take them out." She quickly left without speaking. "Bring me hot water to drink—you heard." He said to me while eating breakfast. The king's guard entered as I escorted waiting for him to finish clearing things. He greeted before saying, "God help, Prince—the king sent to call you urgently." "I'll bring the breakfast myself when I finish." Not the guard—I myself took a look and saw the prince. His demeanor relaxed drinking tea. I bowed my head praying God save us—this man exceeded the princess in oppression!!! The guard left quietly. He finished tea, looked at me. I quickly turned my face because he had been staring since earlier.

Seeing that made him say what he wanted. He stood and left. As usual, what the prince ate—if anything left, I would pour and take home. Today like yesterday, I poured the leftover fried chicken, fried eggs, and bananas into containers, closed, closed again, and returned to his room to arrange. I gave much time arranging the room because even the bed sheet I changed. I wiped everywhere until I finished sweeping and sprayed fresheners. The room became what I loved so much. Then I entered the bathroom, went to the washing area, and started washing until he called and I came out. I saw the prince standing having urinated. God help me—he adjusted his trousers trying to leave as I came out. He too seemed unaware I was inside—hands shaking with soap. I feared greatly truly. I fell to the floor in bowing and shock. Tears poured from my eyes—the kind of crying when someone loses something and throws it away. "I repent—I follow God and follow you, Prince. Help me and forgive me. Truly a thousand times I didn't know you entered. For God—have mercy on me and forgive me?" Amazingly, I saw him smiling and saying, "Stand up—you're washing surroundings. Stand—nothing. I'll give you mercy because it's my fault." Immediately I sighed in relief and wiped my tears, bowed a little, and said, "Thank you greatly, but I'm begging—please don't tell the princess. If she hears, my job here ends." He smiled more and said, "Calm your mind—I promise no one will hear this." As he left, I fell to the floor exhausted! I thanked God. Truly God placed me above the prince playing—he lifted me greatly. When I came out, he was lying on the bed. I lowered my head planning to leave. From the floor, I heard his voice saying, "When you rest, bring those things you took out." I bowed without looking where he was and said, "Okay." What rest for me when the prince assigned me work—did he want the princess to enter and catch me? Snap! I brought them and he said arrange them in the bag without taking things out. As I did, the princess entered. She sat on the bed edge with a little sulking. I heard her say to him, "Aren't you ready??" "Where are we going?" He said coldly. "Prince—since yesterday evening, I told you we're going to the supermarket, and today too when we left the king's palace, I reminded you." "Postpone the trip to tomorrow—today I'm very tired." "What work did you do?" she asked. He said, "Farming." She said, "Humaira, stand and leave." I rushed because I expected that. He said, "Sit and continue the work I assigned you." "Prince—what are we doing if we finish—she returns to finish because the talk becomes yours necessarily." He looked at me angrily and