YAN ADAIDAITA SAHU Book Complete by Mamn Afrah.txt

<p>Amadu Takes Basira to Her New Home</p><p>Amadu took Basira to the place he had been instructed to and bid her farewell.</p><p>She looked at him, her eyes filling with tears. “Yaya, where is this place? I'm sure no sane, wealthy man would marry me.”</p><p>Amadu shook his head with a smile. "Is that what you think?" He sighed and continued, “Basira, be grateful to Allah because He has given you a husband like no other—someone you never even dreamed of meeting, let alone marrying.”</p><p>She wanted to say something, but he turned away, glanced around the room once more, and then gave her a final piece of advice before leaving, his heart at peace.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>A Month Passes</p><p>The Emir, Abdulsamad, had completely forgotten about Basira due to the overwhelming responsibilities of the throne.</p><p>It had been three weeks since her arrival in the city, yet she had not seen him even once. Instead, she was constantly being trained in various customs and etiquette.</p><p>She was growing tired of the palace routines. Every little thing had to be done for her—even the simplest task required instruction.</p><p>Today marked exactly one month since her arrival.</p><p>That night, as Abdulsamad lay in bed, he suddenly remembered Basira.</p><p>Shocked at how he had forgotten her for so long, he quickly got up and stepped out of his chambers.</p><p>His attendants rushed toward him, asking if he needed anything, but he ignored them and immediately summoned his personal servant, Mudan.</p><p>He then ordered the other servants to keep his departure a secret, dressed in courtier’s robes, covered his face, and mounted his horse.</p><p>Without anyone recognizing him, he left the palace.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>The First Meeting Between Husband and Wife</p><p>At that moment, Basira had just finished bathing with scented oils, as per the palace's tradition.</p><p>Each night, before sleeping, she was required to bathe with special perfumes and drink fresh cow’s milk—a rule she still did not fully understand.</p><p>She was just stepping out, dressed in a long robe, sipping the milk, when she heard a salam (greeting).</p><p>Her heart pounded at the sound of a man's voice.</p><p>Slowly, she responded in a whisper.</p><p>The door opened, and he entered.</p><p>She was seated, but her wide eyes revealed her fear.</p><p>Meanwhile, Abdulsamad had already sent away the servants outside and dismissed the attendants within the room.</p><p>The moment she heard them address him as "Your Majesty", her heart nearly stopped.</p><p>Before she could even process what was happening, he said, “Basira, won’t you greet me?”</p><p>She looked up at him, then immediately knelt, as if before an angel, too stunned to speak.</p><p>Abdulsamad smiled, stepped closer, and gently lifted her up.</p><p>She tried to stand, but her legs trembled, making her balance unsteady.</p><p>Sensing her fear, he quickly pulled her into his arms.</p><p>Her eyes widened in shock, but he was more intrigued than amused.</p><p>He had expected her to be small, but her height surprised him.</p><p>The scent of her skin was intoxicating, even more pleasant than Magajiya’s—the Queen Mother. But for some reason, Basira’s scent affected him differently; it touched him deeper.</p><p>Then, he asked the question she never expected.</p><p>“Are you on your cycle?”</p><p>Basira jerked away from him, eyes darting downward in embarrassment.</p><p>How could he ask such a thing? Did he have no shame?</p><p>Seeing her discomfort, he said, “I had to ask out of necessity.”</p><p>She quickly turned her back, nodded, and disappeared into the inner chamber.</p><p>Abdulsamad sighed in relief and followed her inside.</p><p>She sat at the edge of the bed, clutching her hands, her mind racing.</p><p>“What kind of question was that? How could my husband, whom I've never met before, ask me such a thing?”</p><p>When he entered, she quickly lay down and shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep.</p><p>He chuckled, walked over, and sat beside her.</p><p>He gently placed his hand on her shoulder and, in a calm but firm voice, said:</p><p>“Basira, I asked you that not for any improper reason, but for the future.”</p><p>She looked up at him in confusion.</p><p>He smiled slightly. “Don’t worry. I already knew there was no problem, but I still had to ask.”</p><p>She lowered her gaze and rested her head on the pillow.</p><p>Then, he reached out and began stroking her hair gently.</p><p>As he leaned his head toward her, a terrifying memory flashed through her mind.</p><p>She suddenly remembered the terrible thing that had happened to her.</p><p>Her body stiffened.</p><p>In an instant, she sat up, clutching her knees tightly.</p><p>Tears welled up in her eyes.</p><p>Between quiet sobs, she whispered, “I'm afraid.”</p><p> </p><p> </p>