Boyayyen Mutum Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A grown woman, exuding elegance, was sitting in a black Lexus while the driver sat in front, ready to start the car, though she didn’t notice. She tapped her gold wristwatch and said, “Oh, this girl… am I about to miss my flight? Adamu, go call her to come out.”

The driver, called Adamu, chuckled and said, “Yes, ma’am,” turned off the car, opened the door, and she stepped out. A tall young girl, a brown-skinned lady, emerged wearing a white uniform paired with black covered shoes, long white trousers, and a white shirt tucked at the waist. She had a simple white hijab that slightly exposed her chest. On her back, she carried a large student bag, and in her hand, she held her black after-dress without letting it drag. She smiled at her mother inside the car.

She quickly ran to the side of the car, went around it, and prepared to enter. A young man in a suit and necktie stepped out, holding a small food flask, and stood at the veranda calling her, “Nadeera.”

The girl, about to enter the car, looked up, hand raised slightly to her lips, and said, “Laaa.” She ran toward the veranda, stopped, and extended her hand to receive the flask. As she did, a tall man in a suit, holding some files, came out. He looked more authoritative than the young man with the flask. His eyes behind black glasses were serious, showing no trace of humor. She quickly swallowed her laughter as she took the flask and said, “Thanks, Ya Ahmad. Bye. Take care, my accountant.”

He nodded toward her to greet her, and she ran toward the car, startled by the stern tone he used, which made her stop and widen her eyes.

“I think I’ve told you countless times that I don’t like all this running around, right?” he said. She quickly turned, clutching the flask in fear. Slowly, she said, “I won’t take it, Ya Muhsin. I’m sorry.”

From the car, her mother called, “Nadeera, are you going to make me miss my flight? Pay attention!”

She quickly turned, waved at Ya Ahmad with a smile, then went around to open the car door and get in. The driver started the car, honked, and the security guard opened the main gate of the house, and they drove off.

Her mother held her hand tightly, and she closed her eyes. Mum, who was on a call, ended it, turned, and smiled. The tears that had stuck to her cheeks fell. Quickly, Mum wiped them away, shaking her head. “You are starting already? Every time I travel, you cry. Don’t you know you’re grown now? You’re 22, princess. Stop it. I won’t be gone long this time, I promise.”

She leaned into Mum, crying quietly so only Mum could hear. Mum pulled her close, then opened her handbag and handed her a handkerchief that smelled nice. “Here, don’t waste your white dress. I said I won’t be long, did you hear, my Nadee?” She nodded. Mum wiped her tears, put the handkerchief on her lap, and she rested her head on Mum’s shoulder.

“Mom, when will you stop traveling? I don’t like it when you leave me alone. You see, Ya Muhsin scolds me when I let you go. Only Ya Ahmad and Daddy love me. Mum, please stop traveling. The house is boring when you’re not around. Mum, please stop.”

Mum smiled, lifted her chin, and looked at her kindly. “Don’t worry, nothing will happen. And if you need anything, even if your dad isn’t here, ask your brothers—they will help. Some designs are finished in the boutique and in high demand, so I had to travel. Just do one thing for me: take care of yourself, okay?”

She nodded, about to speak, but Mum’s phone rang. Mum looked at the screen, then at her. “Hold on, baby, it’s a business call. Let me answer it.” She nodded and rested on Mum’s shoulder, lost in thought. Mum rarely stayed a full month at home; she was always traveling abroad to source things. She owned large supermarkets, a boutique, and a big interior design plaza. In Nigeria, you rarely saw her at home; she was always in her shops. Making money was second nature to Mum—though she had everything, she couldn’t stop working.

She squeezed her hand, snapping her out of her thoughts. Seeing Mum smile at her, she asked, “Tell me, what are you thinking?”

Mum smiled, revealing her white teeth. “Nothing, my dear. I’m just feeling… something since I woke up, as if something might happen.”

“Did you pray?” Mum asked.

“Yes, Mum.”

Mum touched her cheek, smiling. “My Nadee girl, I know you’re thinking about me leaving already. Anyway, since you prayed, I’m sure Allah will protect my baby girl. Nothing will happen, understand?” She nodded.

Just then, the driver parked in front of a large hospital, St. Edward Teaching Hospital. Mum pointed to the door. “Go, take care of patients, my nurse. Don’t let anyone fail with the injections. Your mom loves you.”

She laughed, hugging Mum. “I love you too, Mum. Please come back soon.” Tears welled up in her eyes. Mum kissed her and said, “I promise. Now go, don’t be late.” She smiled, opened the car door, and stepped out. Mum handed her the food flask; she took it, adjusted the bag, held the flask, and received her after-dress, then closed the car door. Mum waved goodbye, and Adamu drove them to the airport.