A Wani Company Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Early the next morning he woke up and got ready. He dressed in a very elegant black suit, extremely stylish and classy. Holding a small handbag in his hand, he stepped out, walking with dignity and authority. The way he walked made it seem as though such elegance was natural to him.

Security guards followed behind him. Three vehicles moved in a neat convoy until they arrived at a large, magnificent company building. As soon as they arrived, he opened the car door and stepped out, then headed straight to the fifth floor where his office was located.

Slowly he turned the handle and entered.

Even his office itself was something to behold—an incredibly beautiful office.

He sat down while removing the coat he had worn over his clothes.

While seated in the office, he pulled the telephone closer to him and dialed a few numbers. Before five seconds had passed he said,

“Send Suhail to me.”

He placed the phone down.

When he lifted his head, he revealed a dignified elderly man who was about sixty years old. His skin was very fair, and his hair was tied back with a small ribbon.

There was a knock on the door.

He looked toward the door and quickly stood up. As soon as the person entered, he warmly embraced him. He personally helped him sit down before taking a seat himself.

He looked at Suhail.

Suhail’s eyes were half-closed—a habit he always had, making him look as though he were sleepy.

Suhail was naturally handsome and stylish, the type of man people describe as classic “aje-butter”. He had pink lips, brown eyes, and long hair that reached down his back.

The man handed him a document. Even though he knew it might not change anything, he still hoped—because if Suhail had already said no to something, it was usually impossible to convince him otherwise.

Suhail smiled as he received the paper. He read it carefully from beginning to end before raising his head to look at the man, who was his father.

“Dad, do I really have to go to that town? You’re sending me there alone. I don’t know anyone there, and I’ve never even been there before. Why, Dad? Why do I have to go?”

His father remained silent for a moment, looking at him because he did not know what else to say.

Finally he stood up and walked closer to his son, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“My son, please try to understand. This journey is necessary. You are the one who must go and continue overseeing our company in Nigeria. I don’t want what happened before to happen again.”

Suhail sighed before replying,

“Alright, Dad. I understand. I will go—if that will make you happy.”

A wide smile spread across his father’s face as he hugged him again.

“Thank you, my son. Thank you.”

“Never mind, Dad,” Suhail replied as he left the office.

Truthfully, he had no desire to go anywhere. He only agreed for the sake of his father, who meant everything to him.

“Ayrah! Ayrah!”

That was Mama’s voice calling from the doorway.

Ayrah came out, pouting slightly as if she had been forced to get up. She was wearing a maroon atamfa dress decorated with green patterns.

“I’m going out. I won’t be long, okay?” Mama said.

“Alright Mama, may Allah protect you,” Ayrah replied as she went back into the room.

Mama smiled and left.

She walked quite a distance before reaching the house of Alhaji Hadi, which was far from their neighborhood. When she arrived, she went straight to Hajiya’s section of the house.

Hajiya welcomed her warmly.

They greeted each other respectfully. Hajiya was truly a kind and generous woman. She never looked down on them, and she deeply pitied Ayrah’s family. In fact, many times they even received food to eat from her house.

“Maman Ayrah, the reason I asked for you is because I heard about something good, and I thought I should tell you. Maybe Allah will make it work out.”

Mama smiled while looking at her.

“Well, earlier today Alhaji told me that the company where they work needs employees. I was very happy to hear that. I told him that if Allah wills, I will call you and inform you so that Ayrah can get a job there. What do you think?”

An indescribable joy filled Mama’s heart. She almost didn’t know what to say. She could only smile—this was truly wonderful news for them.

“Thank you so much. Truly you are different. You always care about us,” Mama said as tears filled her eyes.

Hajiya quickly replied,

“Aminatu, why are you crying? Just because I helped Ayrah you’re thanking me like this? Don’t forget that Ayrah is like a daughter to me.”

“That’s true, Hajiya. Indeed, Ayrah is your daughter.”