Abokin Rayuwa Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She spoke as if she was about to slap her. It was something she had always kept hidden in her heart because of her dealings with the people in Port Harcourt and the company where most of them were Christians, but she did not like them at all.

“I had already chosen you thinking you were a Muslim, wallahi, but you will regret it.”

She said this while placing her hand on the laptop in front of her.

Emily left immediately and headed straight toward the elevator in anger. She could not even remember the last time she had been insulted like this. In fact, no one had dared to treat her with such humiliation in her new life.

Before she reached it, her phone rang. She reached into her bag and took it out. Seeing the name on the screen made her stop and steady her breathing. She knew that if she answered the call in her current state of anger, he would hear it in her voice and might even rush to the building without waiting to know the reason for her anger.

“Hello.”

“Emily, why didn’t you go out with your car?”

“V, when I return we will talk.”

She said this just as she placed her hand on the elevator button.

“Answer me…!!!”

He shouted at her so loudly that her heart trembled. And yes, this was not the first time he had shouted at her. He was used to beating her, stepping on her, scolding her, or hurting her. But he was the only one who could do such things to her. If anyone else dared to even look at her disrespectfully, he would make sure that person was severely punished.

She quickly ended the call and breathed heavily. Weakness and distress, like that of someone who had nowhere to turn, appeared clearly on her face.

She withdrew her hand from the elevator button without pressing it and turned back toward the office she had just left.

Vito was one of the reasons she now wanted to improve her life by herself without depending on his help, even though he was the reason behind everything she currently had.

But she wanted freedom. She wanted the right to live her life with her children like other women. She was still trapped in the chains of servitude, and she longed to stand on her own feet and become an independent woman.

After steadying herself and gathering enough courage and confidence, she knocked on the office door.

Silence.

No one asked her to come in.

She knocked again a second time. She knew there was no way the woman hadn’t heard her this time. Most likely she was deliberately keeping her waiting just to humiliate her. Emily was not even surprised by the humiliation, because judging by all appearances the woman was a Muslim—and according to Emily’s limited knowledge, Muslims were not kind people.

She stood there for almost five minutes before she was finally permitted to enter.

Emily pushed the door open and walked in, but this time there was none of the smile that had been on her face earlier.

Once again she introduced herself.

The woman glanced at her briefly and then looked away. After about ten seconds she looked back at Emily and said:

“Aisha, or whatever your name is. You will work with me as my assistant. Your job is that every day you must arrive here at 6:30 a.m., and by 7 a.m. you must already be inside this office. You will mop this office and arrange everything before I arrive. You will also prepare my breakfast—tea or coffee, whatever is available or whatever I feel like taking. And anything I need to send or do, you will handle it for me. Lastly, your office is next to mine.”

She stood up confidently, walked to a small drawer, opened it, took out a file and some keys, then returned and handed them to Emily.

“There is an ID card for your work in this company with your name and picture on it. You must wear it around your neck every day when you enter this company. Inside the file are the company’s rules and regulations. Sign them and return them tomorrow.”

She placed the keys on top of the file.