Sha'awa Da Jaraba Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

He stood up calmly, moving with his striking, graceful steps. Momy came out holding some cups and placed them on the table before saying,

“Please, let them off and allow them to have breakfast.”

Doctor Muzaffar said, “No, Momy. Their disrespect is too much. Just as I said, I will finish what I started.”

Momy was the first to move and sit down. Then she picked up a plate and served Doctor Muzaffar fried potatoes and eggs, after which she prepared tea and placed it before him. His phone started ringing again; it was Doctor Ashraf calling. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, then picked up the cup of tea and took it to his lips, chewing slowly and calmly.

“Doctor, isn’t that your phone ringing?”

Momy asked him.

“It’s a call,”

he answered briefly.

The sound of Diyana’s crying echoed through the sitting room. She was terribly exhausted, to the point that she could hardly lift her legs. Fateema too crouched down, crying silently. Momy pushed back the chair she had been sitting on and went over to them, unable to continue eating anything. But as for him, he kept eating his food peacefully.

“Get up, come and let’s have breakfast,”

Momy said, holding their hands.

Each of them limped as they moved, and that was how they managed to sit on the chairs with difficulty. Each kept her head bowed; neither of them wished to meet his eyes even for a moment. He said nothing until he finished his breakfast.

Jawad came in smiling because he had heard the sound of their crying right from the door. Even before entering, he had hesitated for a while, because he and Doctor Muzaffar were not exactly on good terms.

He bent all the way down to greet Momy. She answered with affection and then said,

“I was just thinking about you, and here you are already on your way?”

Jawad said, “Yah Muzaffar, good morning.”

Before Muzaffar answered him, he first raised the tea cup to his lips again, then set it down and said,

“Morning too.”

Then he stood up and left the place.

Muzaffar was extremely handsome. He had a long nose and a very fair complexion, even though everyone in the family was fair because of their paternal line, but Muzaffar’s fairness stood out differently, almost glowing. His eyes were lined with long lashes, like those of a woman. His eyebrows were thick, and a neat dark beard framed his upper lip, chin, and the sides of his cheeks. He was also strongly built, with a broad chest covered in thick dark hair. Even his hands and legs were hairy in the distinctly masculine way. He carried dignity and authority everywhere, and he was extremely reserved. It was rare to see him laugh. In his work at the hospital, he was highly skilled because he possessed exceptional intelligence, and the community was proud of him. He was especially talented in surgery; in the entire hospital, there was no one like him.

He walked up to the mirror and shook his head, a sign that he was not satisfied with the clothes he was wearing. He quickly began taking them off, then opened his tall wardrobe. Every section was filled with different clothes, while his wristwatches had their own separate place, as did his shoes and belts. The room itself was very spacious.

He took out a white inner shirt, then a black outer one and put them on. He picked up his trousers, which fit him tightly, and wore them, then put on his long black pants. After that, he took a handkerchief and tucked it into his front pocket. Then he put on white glasses. He picked up his very expensive perfumes and sprayed himself, then went to where his dark brown shoes were. He first put on white socks, then wore the covered shoes and came out.

Momy was sitting in the parlour with Fateema and Diyana when he said,

“Momy, I’m leaving.”