Faherts Hot Love Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

FAHERTH

He was descending from the plane slowly, his face wearing that expensive smile of his that captured the attention of everyone looking at him, especially the girls. Yaxeed hurried over and got there just as his son was coming down. Hugging him in joy, he said, “Bro, you are welcome,” in his usual proud, boastful manner. Auwal just watched them until they came closer, then he said, full of delight, “Welcome to my nation.” Yaxeed simply glared at him and got into the car quickly. FAHERTH opened the door for him after he got in. Auwal didn’t mind his rudeness, because he was used to his friend’s behavior, almost like his brother’s. By the time they got in, Yaxeed was trying to start the car. Then FAHERTH said, “What about my things, have you brought them?” Yaxeed said, “Well, bro, didn’t you see the luggage?” FAHERTH said, annoyed, “Since you can’t go to the workers, sorry bro, let me go. Don’t go making the boy spoil himself.” Auwal said, “All right, bismillah. Open the park gate and come back...” FAHERTH said, “And let me know if you can...”

FAHERTH writings by Mujahidah..

Laughing, Auwal said, “I’m joking, you know we missed you for 5 years, pha.” FAHERTH said, “Only you know that. Hurry up and take me home, I’m tired, by Allah.” Just then Yaxeed came back and drove off. Auwal said, “But you didn’t post that your plane was arriving in 9ja today?” FAHERTH said, “What did you see?” Auwal said, “There are people waiting to welcome you. I’m sure if they knew their champion was coming to 9ja, by Allah, from here we’d be unable to move.” Yaxeed, who was driving, said, “That’s true, brother.” FAHERTH sighed and said, “Yes, by Allah, I don’t like noise. Let them do their work; it’s better to leave them in peace.” Auwal said, “That’s true, but may Allah reward you, FAHERTH. May Allah give you many lovers.” Yaxeed said, “That’s true, by Allah.” FAHERTH rested his head back and closed his eyes; his head was beginning to hurt because of sleep and also because of the talking they were putting him through. They didn’t reach until his head had gone heavy, and he still hadn’t opened his eyes. It was Yaxeed who got down first to call security at the house so they could help bring out the luggage and the others from the boot. Auwal said, “We’ve brought him, Champion.” He stayed silent for three seconds and then said, “I know you can go...” Auwal said, “What about you?” “I’ll rest first,” he answered briefly. “Indeed, FAHERTH, then keep sitting there; as for me, I’m leaving,” Auwal said and walked away. The aunt said, “Where is Auntie’s boy? Why hasn’t he come out yet?” Yaxeed, who was trying to pass by, said, “Let him hear his title—one that even a turban does not have...” Auwal laughed. At least 30 seconds passed before he came out, because Auntie had stopped him to finish talking. When he was satisfied with himself, he came out. The house children hurried to him, and with a relaxed face he welcomed his siblings. The aunt said, “Well, let me see him too.” He smiled at her, greeted her, and took her hand as they went inside. In the sitting room he met mommy and went to her, smiling at her like a little boy, and in a pampered voice he said, “Have I not told you, momma, that if you welcome me, you won’t be able to handle it?” As he spoke, he sat close to her and rested his head on momma’s chest for her to push him away. She said, “You’re my favorite, Auntie’s boy, you have no shame; Auntie has really spoiled you.” They all laughed. “Where is Abbaaaah?” he asked. The aunt said, “He went out for an urgent meeting, but he’ll come and pick you up later.” The rest of the day passed normally. “Yes, by Allah, Auntie, I’m just tired.” “Then go and bathe and come—food is ready.” He stood up. “Okay, Auntyyyy...” He went into his room. His room was very neat; everything in the room was pink—he loved pink, it was his best color. It took him at least 48 minutes before he came out of the bath, and he took a long time choosing clothes. By the time he returned to them, momma had already taken the meal....

THAT’S ITTTT

FAHERTH writing by Mujaheedah ️ ️ Xainab was sitting and reading a book while Jameel and Yakub were lying down with Umma. They were playing a bit and chatting, except for xee, because in truth she didn’t like talking much; only now and then did she open her mouth to speak. Kamal came in with greetings; the people in the house gave him permission to enter and greet Umma. She answered pleasantly and asked him how the family was; he replied, “We’re fine, mom.” She said, “Greetings to you.” Xee did not even look up, because she did not like Kamal’s interference in her affairs. Kamal sat down and said, “Ah, ah, ah, isn’t this lady going to say anything?” Jameel only glared at her and looked away. She bit her lip before saying, “I’m fine.” He replied with a smile, “How are our sisters? Today is the weekend, so it’s a holiday, right?” She only nodded and continued what she was doing. To be honest, he liked xee very much; she was really charming to him—she was educated and beautiful, and her shyness delighted him, while also being a little aloof. He smiled openly. As for her, she kept looking at him in her heart. Kamal said, “By the way, where are the boys? I don’t see them.” Umma, who was trying to clean the sitting room, said, “They went to Issamiyya.” He said, “Okay, may Allah bring them back safely.” They answered, “Amen.”

Yakub changed the channel to where a football match was showing, and by luck they came to the match of FAHERT, who had scored against Germany. Yakub said, “Masha Allah, by Allah, this is a champion and a fine player. I wish Allah would bring me together with him even for one day. By Allah, I feel so happy.” Kamal said, “This guy is truly the best at football; he’s our 9ja pride, and he’s very good too.” Jameel said, “That’s right. And me, I don’t care much for watching football; I just want to watch it if this guy is there, by Allah.” Xee heard all their talk about this guy, and she was fed up with the whole sitting room. She didn’t like the noise. Moreover, they kept praising some man and saying he was handsome. She clicked her tongue softly and left the sitting room. She didn’t even look at the TV, just like that. The guy was really annoying her, and everyone could see it from how he spoke. She had never seen his face, and she didn’t want to see it, knowing he must be arrogant and proud, leading to humiliation...

I AM SAYING THIS ABOUT XEE: SINCE YOU DON’T KNOW A PERSON, IS IT AT THE STAGE OF PASSING JUDGMENT ON HOW HE LOOKS? FAHERTH IS NOT AT ALL LIKE ANY OF THOSE THINGS YOU MENTIONED, EXCEPT YES, FAHERTH HAS PRIDE AND ALOOFNESS WHERE YOU ALSO HAVE THEM. Let me stop here so you can hear me...

In their momma’s part, I saw FAHERTH sitting and just pressing his phone, “I AM SAYING THIS ABOUT THE GREAT FAHERTH: IF THERE IS A PHONE, THEN THE PILLAR OF THE FOOTBALL WORLD IS RIGHT THERE.” Let me continue if you are still interested. But before that, to all members of Novels of Mujaheedah, happy Jumu’ah. May Allah accept our عبادات. My typing has stopped for everyone, I have done the sitting nonsense from dawn until today.