Abu Turaab Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Hajia Zulfa entered, carrying a package, and made a call for her employee.

Nana rushed out, falling to her knees in front of Hajia and said, “See, Hajia, go tell them I’m ready. Let’s go now.”

Quickly, she stood up and headed toward the stairway, following Hajia’s instructions.

Aliyu shook his head silently, leaving the salon to wait for his lady boss. He had only started working here for a week, but he had already noticed that she lacked manners, often treating people with disdain. He was among those she looked down upon.

Her disrespect extended even to trivial matters, like not properly handling her inner wear. He realized she was always looking for ways to humiliate him. This continued even when her father’s friend brought him in as her driver. On the first day she saw Abutturab, she had been captivated by his good looks.

But Abutturab’s friend, with respect and authority, said to her:

“Here is a driver I got for you, someone to take care of your matters. Have you given him any instructions?”

“I will try that, Abba!” she replied confidently and boldly. Then she turned her attention to Abutturab. She immediately noticed his charisma. She wrinkled her face slightly before asking,

“What is your name?”

He felt a bit annoyed but controlled himself. “Aliyu! But I am better known as Turab. Your name doesn’t suit you,” he said in an “I don’t care” manner.

She looked at him angrily. “Why did you take so long?”

“Because I am assisting you. Your name should be something important!” he replied.

He didn’t continue speaking because he sensed that this lady might become upset if he pushed further.

“Give me your phone number!” she commanded, speaking as if Aliyu had no choice but to obey.

“I will organize the things you need me to handle. I’m not just a driver. I will also supervise the company.”

The rest of the terms could be discussed later.

Then she turned her attention to Alhaji Sule, who opened his mouth, watching her behavior. She said, “You may go, Abba. I will call my father and inform him.”

He greeted her as if about to bow. Turab felt annoyed. He realized that accepting Alhaji Sule’s offer would not go well with Nainah.

“Go make me some tea and bring it to me,” she said, tapping her hand on her thigh.

He opened his mouth, staring at her. She gave him a warning, very serious:

“This is my final warning. I will not repeat myself. I won’t even start on you again.”

She showed him the small kitchen. He stood up, observing her demeanor carefully, then walked toward the kitchen.

Today, whether by strength or will, he noticed that Nainah was in a good mood. She wore an English-style top and trousers, appropriate and neat, with a small black veil rolled around her head. Wherever a beautiful woman went, she would attract attention—but with Aliyu, it was different. He didn’t respect the beauty of women, especially since she didn’t know the value of modesty.

Before she could reach him, he opened the back of her clothing. She stepped in without even looking at him. He closed the flap after her.

They walked a distance. Nainah didn’t know the area of Kano, yet she was amazed by where Aliyu had taken them.

She noticed a skull symbol and raised her head. Indeed, it was a skull, but it was the kind used by ordinary people; she didn’t even know the name of the school it belonged to.

Frowning, she asked,

“What does this mean?”

Aliyu straightened himself and said, “Excuse me, Mrs. Nainah, change! I will take care of my young lady when it’s time.”

“What! How dare you? You are very stupid!” she shouted, clearly frustrated, showing that he didn’t know his job.

“Hi!” he said sharply, using a firm voice, quickly pressing his hand gently on her small mouth while saying, “Shhhhhhh!”

Nainah, even angrier now, pushed his hand away. At one point, she grabbed a tissue and wiped her mouth, despite not wanting to. She stubbornly cleaned her lips. Then she threw the tissue at Abutturab’s handsome face.