Bariki Auren Soja Complete Hausa Novel

They entered the large gate, which was entirely manned by soldiers, a sign of respect for whoever was inside the military-colored jeep.

Dust was the only thing rising, indicating that whoever was inside was important in the service. They proceeded to a row of large houses, which from the look of them belonged to senior military officers within the barracks, and were the first to arrive.

They stopped their vehicles at the largest house. The soldiers disembarked, carrying their rifles, and stood at attention, awaiting the emergence of their boss.

The front passenger door was opened. A soldier emerged holding a briefcase, several phones, and a laptop bag, all in his hands.

He opened the rear door and gestured with one hand, a sign of respect. I assumed he was the boss, but seeing the person who stepped out, I quickly hid behind the large flamboyant trees in the compound.

A handsome and strong young man, very fair-skinned, emerged from the back of the car, dressed in a green military uniform.

He looked no older than forty, and the uniform greatly enhanced his commanding presence and even his natural beauty.

With his confident and energetic stride, typical of heroic soldiers, he began walking towards his house.

I was greatly surprised to see this young man being shown such respect wherever he went.

It was General Muhammad Abdullah, G.O.C I DIV Nigerian Army Kaduna.

A man of immense charisma and dignity. Looking at him, you could tell he maintained his physique through training and healthy eating.

He was the epitome of a man, a truly handsome man that any woman would want to possess.

His house was also guarded by soldiers. He entered with his PA, between whom there seemed to be a strong bond of trust and loyalty.

He turned and looked at his PA commandingly, "Ahmed, take care of them. I'm going to take a bath and rest. You can go to your house and rest too."

"Thank you, sir," he replied, taking his belongings, and turned to head to his own house.

He opened his boss's car and took out a bundle of money, which he gave to the soldiers who had escorted his boss.

They were extremely happy, which was why they loved their boss so much, as he gave them money to share almost every day.

Before they left.

The PA, Ahmed, also went to his house, which was a short distance from his boss's house. It was clearly a boys' quarters, and although it was well-maintained, it wasn't comparable to the houses of senior officers.

A beautiful woman rushed out with her young child, greeting him joyfully.

He quickly held her with one hand, his face also filled with happiness at seeing his wife's joy.

"My madam, why are you running like this? Have you forgotten I have a child? Do you want to cause me a loss?"

She hugged him tightly and began to cry tears of joy and happiness.

She looked up and pulled his hand, leading him into their living room, saying, "Auwal's dad, rejoice with me! Today, I spoke with Baba and Mama. Today, he himself will bring Yasmin to me. Ahmed, Baba is no longer angry with me."

She finished, bursting into tears. He pulled her and their child onto the sofa, hugging them tightly, comforting her. It was evident there was something deeper that made him pity his wife.

"I'm sorry, Maryam. I know I'm the cause of everything, but don't worry yourself. I will never turn my back on you, and look, Baba has accepted. He's even bringing the troublesome one himself."

"Just keep her in check, and don't let her come peeking into the boss's house. I know she has an eye for him," he said, laughing to ease her worries.

She also laughed and wiped her face. "Yasmin is very mischievous. She thinks the way women come and go is why he dislikes her, and she's never even seen him, but she insults him terribly."

"Hmm, pray for him. I myself wish the boss would get married, perhaps it would reduce his visits to her house. Although I know some people bring themselves, I wish Allah would give him the strength to stop."

"Amen," she said, slipping away and starting to untie his boots. He hugged their child tightly to his chest.

"Mama said I shouldn't play with Auwal until I give birth since he hasn't come yet." "I told you so from the beginning, didn't you listen? Now that Mama has spoken, you'll hear."

She laughed and stood up, holding his shoes to take them outside to air. He watched her go, feeling love for his wife deep in his heart.

As Muhammad entered his living room, he stumbled upon a woman's shoe. He called out to his steward and placed the items in his hands on the comfortable sofa in his lavishly decorated living room.

He came running, "Yes, sir!" "Emanuel, who came?" "Boss and madam. They gave me money. Come!"

He gave him a fierce look and said, "You are very stupid. Didn't I warn you?"

"Sorry, sir," he said, hesitating. Before he could say anything else, he heard her say, "Hy M.A." She spoke with arrogance and seductiveness, her entire body exposed, with almost half her breasts visible.

She moved closer and hugged him tightly, causing Emanuel to throw a fierce look at her and quickly flee to the kitchen.

He quickly pulled her away, his face hardening.