Sakar Makafi Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

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She quickly hugged Zaitoon, who was about to fall, holding her to her chest while looking at Fariyda, who was feeding Zaid his custard.

“Hurry up, you see she keeps trying to slide down — she wants to be fed.”

Fariyda nodded, wiping Zaid’s mouth with a tissue.

“She hasn’t had anything since morning. After Samira bathed them, she slept until now.”

She finished speaking, collected Zaitoon, and began feeding her.

“Hmmm.” Aminullah sighed deeply as he lifted his head from the computer system where he had been reviewing the list of requests their MD in Yola had sent.

“Ummi, hasn’t Mahmoud come downstairs yet?”

He said this while checking the time — it was almost 1 o’clock.

Adjusting Zaid in her arms, she replied:

“My problem is he hasn’t even had breakfast, and he didn’t tell me what he wants so I could prepare it…”

The sound of the door opening made them all turn.

Mahmoud walked toward them, adjusting the grip on his laptop and phones, walking casually in a three-quarter trouser and a soft short-sleeved shirt.

“Only now?” Ummi asked as he sat beside her.

He nodded slightly, frowning a little, while Aminullah asked:

“Everything okay?”

Taking Zaid from Ummi, he replied:

“I’m just so tired.”

Ummi and Aminullah turned to look at Fariyda, who let out a short, faint hiss she didn’t realize was audible.

“What is it, Oum Zaid?” Aminullah asked.

She shot a glance toward Mahmoud’s side and thought to herself:

“What exactly did he do to be saying he’s tired? Apart from arrogance and pride, what else does he know?”

Out loud, however, she simply shook her head and said:

“Nothing.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to come out so I’d know what to cook for you,” Ummi said, standing up.

“Ummi, I’ll eat anything you cook for me.”

She headed to the kitchen saying, “Okay.”

Patting Zaid’s head, Mahmoud said:

“Good morning, Yah Amin.”

Aminullah frowned slightly.

“At this time? It’s already good afternoon.”

Scratching his head, Mahmoud replied:

“I woke up at 11:00 am and have been finishing the work you assigned me.”

Aminullah nodded in satisfaction.

He then looked at Fariyda, who pulled a tissue from the box on the table, wiped Zaitoon’s mouth, gathered the cup and bowl, and walked out with a tightened expression.

Soon Ummi returned from the kitchen carrying a tray with a plate, a bowl, two cups of tea, and spoons and forks.

She placed it on the table and said:

“Here it is. I’m going to pray now.”

“Go safely,” Aminullah said.

Mahmoud asked, “Where’s Abba?”

“He went to Lawan’s house. He said he misses Goggo Dada and will bring her,” she replied as she walked toward the corridor leading to her room.

Mahmoud adjusted himself and opened the plate.

It was hot jollof macaroni with rich sauce, meat, fish, and three boiled eggs, plus a little vegetables.

He nodded appreciatively, inhaling the aroma. He opened another bowl — it contained mashed yam with egg. The second bowl had leftover goat meat warmed up for him.

There were two cups — one thick tea, and the other Lipton tea flavored with spices and lemon.

He began eating the macaroni with a tablespoon. After about three spoonfuls, he looked at Aminullah.

“You’re not eating?”

Aminullah pointed to the fork and tea.

“I thought you’d prepare your usual swallow, so I didn’t bother. But I gave you one cup of tea.”

Aminullah smiled, watching how seriously Mahmoud ate. He knew Mahmoud never joked with food. He also knew that later at night, Mahmoud would probably drink just tea and sleep — this meal would satisfy him till the next day.

Mahmoud finished the macaroni, pushed the plate aside, and pulled the bowl of goat meat toward him, eating it slowly with his eyes slightly closed, enjoying the taste.

He then took the tea and sipped it.

After finishing the meat, he moved to the yam plate, eating it along with the tea.

Slowly he raised his head, sensing someone watching him.

Aminullah burst into laughter.

“Well done, Abu Zaid.”

Mahmoud rubbed his stomach, noticing he had eaten more than half the yam and finished one cup of tea. He exhaled warmly and reached for the second cup of Lipton tea…