WATA KISHIYAR Complete Hausa Novel Document by WATA KISHIYAR

Lagos, Nigeria

I was quickly packing my papers and checking my watch even though I knew that if I wasn't going to be late, our flight would take off for Kano at 10:00 AM to attend a conference meeting that I had been sent to from our office. It was only 45 minutes before 10:00 AM and I felt a little relieved that there was no distance between our neighborhood and the airport. Opening the door to my room, which was made with a little force, he knew that "not now please" one of the four children came out and the silence I heard made me turn around, it was the master of the house himself, ENGINEER BASHIR AHMAD, whom I call Baban Ali Yara and they call him Abbi, Aliyu is the name of my eldest son who was named after his friend who died two weeks before I gave birth to Aliyun.

His face was composed, even though he was not a very cheerful person, but he had a kind nature. He looked at me the same way I looked at him, my face with a small smile on my face I said "Father Ali, have you seen me yet? By God, it was Amna who did the dirty work since last night, I said she threw these papers in the bag, didn't she (Amna is my sister and our Autar is praying after our father's death and our mother remarried).

"Uhm" he just said as he headed towards my mirror. I didn't bother, I finished grabbing my bag with my phone hanging from it and grabbed my phone from the side before heading towards the door with the intention of leaving.

"If you come back by the end of the month, start preparing to go back to Gombe," his voice reached my ear,

"So what happened? Let's talk quietly when I get back" I said and left the room. Emmanuel Driver was already waiting for me at our office outside so I quickly left and said hello to the children who followed me and ate.

After I calmed down in the back of the car, my mind went blank thinking, what are we going to do in Gombe even if something happens to him? As for him, I was a little worried, even this morning I called my relatives and nothing happened, did his wife give birth? Oh, if she gave birth, it would be like Amira giving birth, not just you in Gombe. I kept thinking and thinking until our plane took off from Sanda.

I came home very tired at around 9pm, now I know why I left to sleep in Kano and return on the 6th flight because I didn't tell my children I was going to sleep there, I knew they wouldn't be happy especially since tomorrow is Saturday and we are supposed to be at home. After praying Maghrib and Isha, I ate the food that Aliyu brought me, sitting among them, everyone and their conversation filled my heart with joy. It is indeed a mercy, every time I look at my children I feel as if I have no more worries in life, I hope that God will keep them alive.

My elder sister, who is now 15 years old, is in SS2, and Aliyu, who is 13, entered SS1 because of Jumping and their school gave him a son, Masha Allah, he is as diligent as his father. Jafar is following him, Farida, Abdallah, and my two 5-year-old sons, Ahamd and Muhammad, are the six of them, my life and I have nothing to do with them.

We stayed until 11 o'clock despite how tired I was because my head was hurting, the easiest thing I had done since I was in Kano was to send a report to the office, so I will sleep this weekend. Baban Ali's greeting interrupted me and I looked up at him in surprise because all the conversation we were having was in his room because he was too busy to have such a long conversation with him, we all