Ranar Wanka Complete Hausa Novel

The breeze flowing through the air combined with the joy she was feeling, bringing an overwhelming and indescribable happiness to her. She closed her eyes, inhaling the sweet air, which brought a pleasurable sensation and eased her body.

The beautiful young girl, no more than nineteen years old, quickly stood up and checked her wristwatch, frowning in anticipation.

“He should have arrived by now. I don’t know why the plane hasn’t landed yet, as they said it would.”

She squinted her eyes, watching the handsome fair-skinned boys beside her, their faces showing concern over the delay of their brother’s arrival.

“Hey! You’re all frowning! Ummu,” she said, “it was supposed to land at eleven, and now it’s eleven with only five minutes remaining. Oh, are you blind? After all that frowning, can’t you even tell the time?” Fu’ad said playfully, though in mild anger, as he looked at them.

“Leave them, Ya Abidin. I noticed they all like Ya Huwais better. You see Anty Hilah? I’ve been asking her for a week to make me an indomie snack, but she refused. Since yesterday, she hasn’t sat still; she’s been cooking for Ya Huwais,” she said, upset about what she had done for him.

She playfully hit him and laughed just as Abidin said, “It’s obvious they show favoritism, just as he himself favors her.”

She covered her mouth in surprise and said, “Don’t tell me… you guys are really jealous about how I care for him?”

“Absolutely we are,” the three of them said in unison.

Anty Hilah continued, “Ya Huwais’ plane hasn’t landed yet.”

A small girl lying asleep along the path murmured this; she was no older than ten.

“I really don’t know what happened. Ummu told me the landing time had passed,” she said, unfazed by the complaints of the others who were frowning.

“May Allah make it that there’s no problem causing the delay. I can’t wait to see Ya Huwais. It’s been two years since he’s been abroad.”

“And so do I,” she said to Umnah, looking at her.

Gradually, the plane began to land and finally touched the ground, and people started descending to pick up their loved ones.

Huwais stepped down from the plane staircase, humble yet confident, his eyes scanning the crowd for the people who came to collect their relatives.

He had been away for two years, and yet during all that time, there was no one he wished to see more than her, for he was filled with love and longing for her.

He closed his eyes, feeling something rising from his feet to the center of his mind, giving him a deep sense of relief, after trusting the feelings he had for her—he knew they would never cease unless he died.

“Anty Hilaah, Ya Huwais,” Amnah said, pointing with a finger that made them rush forward, including herself.

They all ran and threw themselves on him, shouting in joy.

“You are welcome, Ya Huwais! We really missed you,” they said together, hugging him tightly.

A shock of emotion surged through him as he felt her presence, prompting him to pull away quickly, though he watched her, feeling his heartbeat thudding as if it would burst.

“You’ve grown, Hilaah. Look how much taller you’ve become, but you still act all cute for me like Umnah,” he said, smiling and teasing her nose.

Her wide eyes looked into his, almost making him weak in the knees.

“Ever since you told me you would come back to Nigeria, I’ve been excited and nervous. And now that you’re here, Ya Huwais, is this how you treat me? All I do is care for you. Don’t forget, you’re my brother, and we share the same blood. If I didn’t hug you out of joy, what would you have me do?” she finished, her voice trembling with tears.

“For Allah’s sake, why are you crying? Will it make us lose your tears?” Abidin asked, looking at them.

“That’s how Anty Hilah always is,” someone said. “Even when something good happens, she cries. The day Abu changed her car, she started crying.”

They laughed and teased her, saying, “Why the sad face?”

Annoyed, she glared at them, shook her car keys, and turned toward her vehicle. Seeing this, the six of them ran after her, shouting…