Me & My Lion Part 4 Complete Hausa Novel

“Washh, boy, go deeper—do it well, it feels so good,” she said, licking her lips like a temptress. He pushed both fingers in deeper, gauging the size of her opening, then lifted her weightlessly and laid her on the bed.

“Hajiya, turn your back for me, let me see those hips,” he said as he stroked the underside of her buttocks.

“Alright, my boy, come and see,” she adjusted her position and lay flat on her stomach, then pushed her buttocks toward him, kneading them with full-on seductive flair.

“Washh, Hajiya, what sweet stuff—oh my, these hips! My waist would sink into the sea, my Hajiya, washhh,” he said as he lowered his head between her thighs, opened her back entrance, and slid his tongue in, licking and sucking the center of her pleasure while pushing one finger inside her and working it skillfully.

Hajiya Mom let out a loud cry, lifting her leg and pressing the boy’s head firmly into her buttocks. He grabbed her hips tightly, lost in her like a drunk man. She screamed because she had never felt her buttocks worked with a tongue like this before. The boy went wild with his lewd technique, to the point that she brought him to her mouth before he stood up, adjusted her position, set his shaft inside her, and began pounding her relentlessly. As for me, when I witnessed their affair, my thoughts were completely drowned, and I simply said: may God guide them, if they are among those who can be guided.

The Next Day

Around 8:00 p.m., Failusha stepped out dressed in a top and trousers, then added an outer dress on top so that no one could tell what she was wearing underneath. Even so, it did not hide the beauty of her figure—everything about her shape was visible, almost as if it wanted to speak. She draped the outer scarf over herself, picked up her phone and handbag.

She met them all in the dining area, just as they did every morning. She greeted Mami and Daddy, then held the hand of the youngest, Fa’iz, and they touched hands laughing, because a new closeness had grown between the two of them and they had completely stopped quarrelling like before.

She looked at Noor, smiled at him, and said, “Yaa Noor, please bring me Khalifa later so he can take me to my friend’s place.”

“Okay, baby, it’s settled,” he said while eating, still amazed at how she completely bewitched their elder brother—it truly shocked him.

“Yaa Fawan, good morning.”

“Morning too, little sis. Is it only now you’re greeting me?”

She pushed her chest forward playfully and said, “Well, your greeting is special, my brother—that’s why I saved it for later.”

“Hm, little one, where are you off to so early?”

“School,” she replied briefly.

They all raised their heads and looked at her—Noor and Fawan—before Fawan said, “And with this outfit, little sis? Have you forgotten you’re married?”

She pushed her lips forward like she was about to cry and said, “Allah, Yaa Noor, nothing entered my head at all.”

“She’s your daughter too—her outfit has nothing wrong with it,” Mami said.

Hearing that, she laughed and touched hands with Fa’iz again.

“Baby, haven’t you seen Maheer? Honestly, in this house you don’t pay attention to him at all—you don’t even greet him,” Yaa Noor said cautiously, because he didn’t want her to hold Maheer in her heart.

Daddy looked at them attentively and said, “Is that true, my daughter?”

She pushed her lips out again slightly and said, “Well, isn’t he the one who beats me, Daddy? Every day—he even beat and slapped me because of his wife.”

“Fawan?” they heard a voice say—it was Lieutenant Musayyeer, who had just entered the dining area.

They all widened their eyes and turned toward him, because they hadn’t heard him coming down. There he was in his uniform, his face tightly set like a storm cloud.

“No, it’s not me, brother, I swear—why would I beat her?” Fawan said nervously.

“No, Yaa Shattima, it was Maheer, and it only happened once—and you know that when it happened, she took action herself,” Noor said quickly, trying to prevent what might follow, because he already understood that their brother listened to only one person—Failusha.

He said nothing, pulled out a chair, and sat down, lowering his beautiful eyes. Seeing that, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Then Daddy said, “Whatever it is, I will not tolerate the beating of children. I didn’t beat them, and no one should beat them because of his wife. Allah gave me only one daughter—by Allah, no one should ever raise a hand against her unless there is a very serious offense. Do you hear me?” He finished angrily, because Daddy never liked men beating others—let alone a woman.

“Yes, Daddy, in sha Allah it won’t happen again,” they all said together.

He looked at Failusha sternly and said, “Daughter, do you hear me? I don’t want to hear—or see—anything like this again, alright?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

“Get up, let’s go—I’ll drop you off, baby,” Fa’iz said.

They all looked at him together—except the Lieutenant.

“Hey, keep Yaa Noor’s secret—it’s just a nickname, you’re simply our brother’s baby,” Noor said laughing. They all laughed, then Failusha stood and said, “Mami, we’ll be back.”

“Alright, daughter—return safely.”

Noor went out, and she followed behind him. Just as she was holding the door handle, she heard his cool voice say…