Kangin Rayuwa Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Kangin Rayuwa Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel is a dramatic Hausa story about pride, wealth, family pain, broken home life, emotional struggle, and the complicated life of a young woman named Khairat. This English translation presents the story in clean WordPress HTML format for Hausa novel readers.
Kangin Rayuwa Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel English Translation
It was clear that she was angry and impatient. Her restlessness showed openly on her face. She looked at the clock again for the countless time, then looked toward the bathroom door and hissed deeply.
In a low voice, she said, “What kind of disrespect is this? You have been bathing for more than one hour while I am standing here holding this useless towel as if you are some kind of queen.”
She looked at the clock again, but before she could return her gaze, she heard the bathroom door open.
Quickly, she looked up, but when she saw the young lady coming out in an improper state of dressing, she lowered her head immediately.
The young lady did not care. She walked forward, collected the towel from her, wrapped herself with it, then collected the second towel and wrapped it around her head.
She pulled a chair and sat in front of the dressing mirror. Her maid moved closer, took body lotion, and began applying it for her. After that, she applied powder and pink lipstick for her. Then she brought out her innerwear and gave it to her to wear.
After that, the maid brought out an Ankara skirt and blouse. The design was modern and beautiful, and it fitted her perfectly. The maid zipped the back of the skirt, tied her headscarf stylishly, then brought out an expensive necklace and earrings. From one look, anyone could tell they were costly.
She also brought a matching bag and shoes and placed them before her. The young lady wore them, and the maid sprayed her with perfume. Throughout everything, she stood like a statue.
When she finished, the young lady did not even wait for her. She simply walked toward the door and left.
The maid followed her with a glare and said, “I would like to see your husband’s house. Will your husband be the one doing all this for you, or will a maid be provided for you there too?”
She arranged the room the way its owner would want to see it, then came out and locked the door.
Breakfast at the Dining Table
Without looking at anyone seated at the dining table, Khairat pulled out a chair and sat down.
A maid standing nearby came forward and began serving her food. She served her fries and was about to open another dish when Khairat raised her hand and looked at her with disrespect.
“That is enough. I am not a donkey like you people who will sit and swallow food endlessly.”
The maid stepped back with her head lowered.
Khairat began eating the fries.
Her mother said, “Are you waiting for us to greet you first?”
Khairat replied with irritation, “Good morning.”
Her mother asked, “Am I the only one here?”
Khairat looked at the young man sitting opposite her. When she saw the way he was looking at her with a smile, she glared at him.
Then she turned her eyes toward her father before looking back at her mother.
She said, “Confirm to me that he did not come home drunk yesterday, then I will greet him.”
Her mother shouted, “You! Do you have no respect? Is this not your father? How can you speak to him like that?”
Khairat looked at her mother with arrogance and said, “Is it respect that makes him come home drunk? Please, do not spoil my mood this morning.”
Although her mother tried to hold back her tears, they still fell. In a tearful voice, she said, “It is not your fault. Do whatever you like.”
She turned and went to her room, crying in pain and frustration.
Khairat did not even care. She looked at her father and said, “It will be better for you to stop worrying over someone who does not even know that you are worried.”
She stood up, left the food, and prepared to go out.
Her father looked at her pleadingly and said, “Please forgive me, my princess. I promise I will not repeat it.”
She looked at him, then looked at the young man seated beside him and said, “Tell this fool. Maybe he will believe what you said. But not me, Khairat.”
She left the house and headed toward her car.
Khairat and the Young Man
One of her father’s security officers walked toward her arrogantly, collected her handbag and car key, and took them to her car. If he did not do that, he knew he would face trouble from her. But the matter pained him deeply.
Just as Khairat was about to enter the car, she heard the young man say, “Am I the fool?”
She turned and looked at him with disdain.
“Who else if not you? Is there anyone in this world who is more foolish than you? You are the only man who keeps coming to the house of a woman he claims to love, sitting comfortably and stretching his legs.”
She pointed at him and said, “By Allah, even if the time you gave yourself finishes, I will never look at you as a person, let alone think of loving you. Sorry.”
After saying that, she entered her car and drove out of the house at great speed.
He swallowed his anger. Deep inside, he still felt that she could become his one day. And on the day that happened, she would know who he truly was.
At the Workplace
Before starting anything at work, Khairat sent a messenger to buy her fries with fried minced meat, onion juice, and mustard. She also asked Habiba to prepare thick tea with honey for her. Then she began a fresh breakfast.
As she started eating, Habiba entered again respectfully and said, “Madame, the manager wants to see you.”
Khairat looked at her weakly and said, “Hmm. Tell him to come in.”
Habiba turned to carry out the instruction.
Khairat took another bite of food and heard them entering. But because of pride, she did not even raise her eyes to look at them.
They stood before her, so she gestured with her hand for them to sit. After they sat, she looked at both of them and then faced the manager.
She said, “You alone asked to see me. Why am I seeing two of you?”
The manager replied, “Yes, madame. This is the person we want to discuss with you about the new design he brought to us.”
She looked again at the young man. His eyes were fixed on her hands as she ate. The red henna on her fingers and the long decorated nails were beautiful to him, even though he disliked such things.
She returned her attention to her food and continued eating until she finished. Then she took a bottle of water, stretched her hand through the window behind her, washed her hand, and turned to pick a tissue.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on the young man, who was still looking at her. He quickly looked away and frowned seriously.
Since she started working there, he had noticed that she carried herself proudly because the place belonged to her father. He was not ready to tolerate her arrogance.
After wiping her hands, she sat properly and looked at them.
“I am listening.”
The manager put his hand into a bag, brought out a pair of shoes, and handed it to her.
He said, “This is the new sample this worker designed for us. I said before we continue production, we must get your approval.”
She collected the shoes and examined them carefully. Truly, the design pleased her. The shoes looked similar to men’s sandals, including a covered big toe area and a slightly raised sole like men’s fashion.
She placed them on the floor, removed the shoes she was wearing, and tried the new ones. The others looked at her feet, while the young man observed carefully how the shoes fitted her.
When she saw how beautiful they looked on her feet, she removed them and sat back on her chair.
She said, “Go and continue production. Leave this pair for me. I will publish it online. I know we will get interested buyers.”
They happily thanked her and stood to leave.
Khairat Meets Umar Faruk
Her voice stopped them.
“Whose design is it?”
They turned back, and the manager said, “It is his, madame.”
He pointed at the young man beside him.
Khairat brought out her phone from her bag and asked, “What is your name?”
“Umar Faruk,” he replied coldly.
“Come here,” she said, as if she was calling a child.
He almost refused to move, but the manager said again, “Madame is calling you.”
He walked forward with his face tightened.
When he stood in front of her desk, looking straight into her eyes, she began turning her chair slowly and said,
“Do not ever allow our eyes to meet again in the name of accidental looking. Do not let me speak to you once and have someone repeat it before you respond. Do not allow me to become angry because of you again. And do not look at my back when I turn away.”
She stood up, took the tissue she had used to wipe her hand, and placed it in the pocket of his shirt.
She said, “Keep it for me. I will ask you about it tomorrow.”
Then she sat down and said, “You may leave.”
He looked at her with disdain before adjusting his standing position.
He said, “If you do not want people to look at you, then become a complete and modest woman, so that you will not tempt the weakness in our hearts and make us look at you. I know I have sinned by looking, and I must seek forgiveness from my Lord for that.”
He continued, “Also know this: I am not your son that you can step on anyhow. My poverty has not reduced me to the level you are trying to place me. I hope you understand.”
After saying that, he turned and left the office.
Khairat followed him with her eyes, thinking of how to teach him a lesson.
Because she had not been working there for long, she was still not used to the office environment. So she gathered her things, and Habiba carried them as she headed home. All she wanted was to sleep.
Khairat Protects Her Mother
When she entered the house and saw her father’s bodyguards around, she became quiet. She entered the big parlor that led to her room. Even though it was not new to her, she became frightened when she heard a sound she recognized immediately.
Her father was beating her mother.
She ran toward his room and threw away her bag. Without waiting, she rushed inside. She did not stop until she reached her mother on the bed and embraced her, trying to shield her body.
When her father saw her, he threw away the phone in his hand and became shocked. He was only wearing shorts.
Khairat helped her mother down from the bed, picked up the torn dress on the floor, and covered her body with it.
Holding her mother, she looked at her father and said,
“By Allah, if you ever beat my mother again, know that only the court will separate me from you. You cannot keep drinking and coming home to destroy my mother.”
She took her mother out of the room and led her to her own room. There, she brought a long dress for her to change into, gave her medicine, and made her lie down.
While covering her, Khairat said, “I do not know what you are still looking for in this house that makes you refuse to leave him. Whenever I talk, you say you are staying because of me. I can take care of myself. Go back to Mammie’s people and stay there.”
After saying that, Khairat also returned to her own room. She removed her clothes, bathed, and wore the kind of clothes she preferred wearing at home: white jeans shorts and a short-sleeved top.
She lay down, and it did not take long before sleep took her.
Khairat’s Restless Life
When she woke after Asr, she only brushed her teeth and came out. She did not care about performing the prayers she had missed.
She sat in the parlor on a large soft chair, watching television. A maid brought food for her, and she began eating.
Her mother came out holding prayer beads. She sat and asked, “Have you prayed?”
“I have,” Khairat replied, just so her mother would not disturb her again.
This girl could lie without hesitation.
That day passed without much happiness.
However, the shoes Khairat posted online received many interested buyers. Some big businesspeople said they wanted to buy a large quantity in bulk. They agreed that the next day, they would come to the company to discuss properly.
Because they were important people, Khairat told her mother to wake her up by eight in the morning so she could prepare early.
Late that night, while she was lying down and chatting, she heard movement in the parlor. When she looked out, she was surprised to see Mujahhid entering his room in a drunken state with a young woman.
Khairat hissed and said, “Your time is up. By Allah, you will leave this house because it does not belong to your father.”
She returned to her room and continued what she was doing until sleep took her, with earphones in her ears as she listened to different songs.
The Next Morning
In the morning, Khairat sat in the middle of a large luxurious bed, still heavy with sleep.
She said, “By Allah, you people are disturbing me. Must I wake up?”
She lay down again and covered herself with a thick blanket.
The woman standing beside her pulled the blanket away and said, “You must wake up. You are the one who told me to wake you at exactly eight because of the visitors coming today.”
When Khairat heard that, she jumped up suddenly and looked at her mother.
“What time is it now?”
Her mother twisted her mouth and said, “8:20.”
Khairat jumped down from the bed so quickly that she almost hit her mother. She headed toward the door and opened it.
Her mother asked, “Where are you going dressed like that?”
Khairat did not listen. She simply left.
She ran down the stairs and saw her father in the compound. One of his bodyguards had opened the car for him, and he was about to enter.
She ran toward him, calling, “Papa! Papa!”
He stopped and turned to look at her. But he was not the only one looking; his four bodyguards in military-style uniforms were also staring.
She was still in her sleepwear, but she did not care about them.
She said to her father, “Papa, wait for me. I will get ready so you can drop me at work.”
Her father asked, “What about your car?”
She turned back toward the house and said, “I do not feel like driving today.”
Her father sighed. There was nothing he could do except wait for her.
Khairat hurried because she was late. She did not spend long in the shower. In a short time, she was ready. She wore a long, soft, elegant dress that fitted beautifully and opened slightly at the bottom. She tied the matching scarf and picked up her bag. Then she wore her shoes and came out after spraying her expensive perfumes.
Even though she only applied red lipstick, her beauty still stood out.
When she came out, her mother was sitting on one of the chairs in the parlor, looking at her.
With clear displeasure, her mother said, “Why do you always make us repeat the same words? Do you not feel ashamed to go out like this without a proper veil or hijab?”
Khairat opened a large fridge and said, “You are the one who likes stressing yourself by repeating the same thing every day.”
She picked up cake and Hollandia yoghurt, then left.
When she reached the car, one of the officers opened the back door for her beside her father. Because he was distracted by looking at her, he did not open the door properly.
Annoyed, she shouted at him so loudly that everyone around was startled.
She said, “Imbecile, what are you looking at?”
About Kangin Rayuwa Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Kangin Rayuwa Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel begins with Khairat, a proud and wealthy young woman whose sharp tongue, beauty, and arrogance control everyone around her. But behind the luxury of her life, her home is filled with pain, drunkenness, violence, and emotional wounds.
This part of Kangin Rayuwa Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel introduces Khairat’s complicated relationship with her parents, the man who wants to marry her, Umar Faruk at the workplace, and the hidden struggles inside a rich but broken family.