Auren Kwangila Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
The day everyone gets busy after the weekend was no different for Alhaji Shamsu and his daughter. Neither of them went back to sleep after the morning prayer. She was getting ready to head to her bakery to screen new job applicants, while Alhaji Shamsu prepared to meet someone he referred to as his “life saver.”
Around seven o’clock, there was a knock on her door. She quickly unzipped her laptop bag, opened the door, and was surprised to see her father standing there.
“Dad? Is everything okay?” she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and concern.
A faint smile crossed his face. “I saw you getting ready.”
"So, what do you want from me, Dad?" she teased, amused.
He rolled his eyes, muttering, “Nothing. I’m off.” He turned to leave, but she quickly stopped him.
“Wait, please take me with you. I’m ready, just let me grab my laptop.”
“Hurry up,” he replied, glancing at his wristwatch impatiently.
She grabbed her laptop, and they stepped out together. Alhaji Shamsu seemed distracted, responding to greetings with a faint nod. As she headed toward the dining table, he asked, “Where are you going?”
“Dad, aren’t we having breakfast?”
He sighed and said, “In that case, goodbye. I’ll eat later.”
She hurried after him, trying to persuade him to at least have a bite. “Dad, please eat something before you go. For God’s sake.”
“Amen, Insha Allah,” he replied as he started his car.
She stepped back, watching him drive off with a heavy heart before heading to her own car to leave.
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A.A. International Enterprises
Alhaji Shamsu arrived at the office and checked his wristwatch again. Frustration showed on his face.
“Helen,” he called out, “are you sure he said he’d come today? It’s already past the time. What kind of behavior is this?”
Helen, standing nearby, shrugged. “Sir, I believe he said between 7:30 and 9:30. But, you know, African time…”
“Call him,” Alhaji snapped, irritation clear in his voice. “This is embarrassing. People are walking by and looking at me like I have nothing to do.”
Helen rolled her eyes and replied, “Relax, sir. Let’s give him a few more minutes.”
Before he could retort, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted their conversation. Alhaji quickly composed himself as the man they were waiting for entered the office. He was accompanied by four individuals—one carrying a suitcase, while the others were empty-handed.
Helen greeted the visitor with a blank expression. Alhaji, however, smiled politely. The group passed by and headed inside, leaving Alhaji to mutter to Helen, “So, is it my turn now?”
Helen nodded without a word and gestured toward the waiting area. “Just five minutes, sir.”
Alhaji watched as one of the individuals returned, carrying some files. Moments later, Helen approached and said, “Sir, you can go in now.”
Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Alhaji rose and walked toward the door. He knocked twice, and a voice from inside said, “Come in.”
He opened the door slowly, summoning his courage. As he stepped inside, he greeted the man seated behind the desk, who responded with a polite nod and gestured toward a chair.
“Bismillah,” the man said, motioning for Alhaji to sit.
Alhaji shook hands with him before sitting down, feeling the weight of the moment. Summoning all his confidence, he prepared to present himself and discuss the opportunity he had been waiting for.
