Zakaran Da Allah Ya Nufa Da Cara Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

*Alhamdulillah, Allah has brought me back again with a new book bearing the title above. After the long break and the journey we went on, here we are, fully back. My lovers in the Fulani family, you understand, don’t you? @SIRRIN ZUCIYA, I hope you haven’t forgotten. Well, now too, Nuceeyluv has not backed down, because she has come to you again with one that is even better than SIRRIN ZUCIYA. Don’t let them forget you, sister; don’t be careless and let them leave you behind. As the wise ones say, an elephant’s footprint crushes that of a camel—well, by Allah, that is exactly how it is. The pace of this book has left SIRRIN ZUCIYA far behind. Ah, the sweetness of the milk—let us dive into the story...*

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He was walking with his dignified stride, trying to pull off his lab coat in a very charming style. That was *DR. UMAR SALEES*—a young doctor, blood of a noble man running through him. He had the full bearing of a real man; when he walked, you would think he was a prince, and when he spoke, it was as though noble blood flowed in him—you might even think he was a son of a king. He was dark-skinned, with large, soft eyes that gave the impression he was always sleepy. The whites of his eyes were pure white like milk, which made the black pupils in the middle stand out even more beautifully. He had the kind of beard admired by stylish young men, and his nose suited his handsome face. In short, UMAR was handsome and perfectly built, which was why many women admired him and men envied him. But since Allah made him not to be interested in women, he did not even know they were doing so, because what was before him was enough for him. One surprising thing was that Umar’s face was always fixed in seriousness; it was hard to ever see him laughing unless the matter was unavoidable, then you might see him smile a little. Even then, it was only when he was with his friend Sadeeq.

Sadeeq was his only best friend from childhood until now; they were always together. Like him, he did not smile at just anyone—his face was also always serious, which was why many girls could only admire him from a distance, not close up, because each one saw him like a lion in human form. Huh! Let me not overwhelm you with talk, because if I were to describe Umar’s beauty and perfection, I would write a whole book and not even finish it. #lol

He quickly reached their office and went straight to where their lab coats were hung. There he hung his own. In a hurry, he greeted Prof. Sa’idu, who was sitting on the chair looking at the system. Prof. Sa’idu raised his head, looked at Umar, and while trying to remove his glasses, said:

“What’s the rush, Umar?”

Umar scratched the back of his head respectfully and said,

“I’m sorry, I was called home—an emergency—before we go into the theater room.”

The professor shook his head, because he knew Umar would tell you the truth directly, however bitter it might be. That was why he trusted him, because he knew lying was not part of his nature.

“Okay, you can go. But make sure you come back on time, because you people are going back to school now.”

“Insha Allah, I will try my best.”

Prof. Sa’idu shook his head, while Dr. Umar turned quickly and left the office. As soon as he opened the door, it happened that Dr. Sadeeq was also coming toward the office. They almost collided. Dr. Sadeeq looked at Umar in surprise and said,

“Hey, are you okay?”

He asked, widening his eyes. Umar touched his forehead, then brought his hand down and joined both hands together. He did not answer Sadeeq; he just moved as if to pass. Quickly, Sadeeq stepped in front of his friend and said,

“Hey, Omar, sometimes you’re really disrespectful, honestly. I’m asking you a question and you’re folding your hands at me like some outsider.”

He said it teasingly, because he was used to saying that to him; it was almost like Umar’s habit that speaking was difficult for him, so he would rather gesture with his hands. Umar bit his lip, then calmly ran his fingers through his soft hair and said,

“Sorry, Sadeeq. I’m in a hurry.”

Sadeeq said with concern,

“Where are you going that you’re in such a hurry?”

Umar rubbed his hair again, feeling as if he could slap Sadeeq, but he knew his friend’s stubbornness—if he didn’t tell him now, he would keep pestering him with questions. Calmly, he said,

“Abba called me before we went into the theater room. He wants to see me because he has an important matter to discuss with me. At first I wanted to cancel going in because of the way he spoke to me—I knew it was a serious issue—but he told me that since I had already informed him where we were going, I should go. After we finish, I should meet him at home. Since we spoke, I’ve not been able to settle down; my heart isn’t at peace and my mind isn’t calm, so you can see I have to hurry.”

Sadeeq put his hand in his pocket, took out the keys, and said,

“Take this key, drive the car and go, so you can get there faster.”

Dr. Umar shook his head, patted Dr. Sadeeq’s shoulder a little, and said,

“Don’t worry, my friend. I’ll get home early, Insha Allah.”

Sadeeq’s smile faded as he watched Umar turn and start walking away with his dignified stride. He still couldn’t understand Umar; he didn’t know what kind of person he was, so careful about being under someone’s control. But by now, their friendship should have gone beyond that. He quickly followed behind Umar, and before long they had reached the hospital compound. Unexpectedly, Umar suddenly saw Sadeeq in front of him, and that made him step back quickly. Sadeeq, in anger, said,

“In my mind, Umar, your things are mine and my things are yours. Don’t forget that we’ve gone beyond being called friends; we’re like brothers. So why are you so harsh, Umar? Or have you still not taken me the way I have taken you? Don’t forget the way Abba is a father to you...”