Auren Mu Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete 

Farooq also said, “Umma, we don’t hear about couples fighting; we only hear it from the neighbors.” Umma responded, “That’s exactly what I want. May Allah continue to keep you in peace.” She stood up and they said, “Ameen,” as she left. As she walked away, they exchanged glares. Farooq said, “Stop looking at me, you worthless and mannerless woman.” Aisha replied, “I’m going back to my father’s house anyway.” Farooq retorted, “You’re not going anywhere! You can’t leave. I paid for your dowry and married you. Your family only cares about money. From the moment I proposed, they kept asking for money. Even your dowry was set at a ridiculous price by your parents. When I told you about it, you were scared yourself. And then you even lied to me, claiming you were a virgin. But when I went in, I found nothing. It was as if I had jumped into a dry well. Even though you claimed to be a virgin, I still accepted you and stayed. So you’re not going anywhere; you’re staying in this house!”

Aisha broke into tears and said, “Farooq, I swear to Allah, He will judge you for falsely accusing me. How dare you say I wasn’t a virgin? Allah is watching you!” She cried deeply, her sobs shaking her chest. Farooq hissed and walked back into the living room, saying, “You’re not going anywhere. You’ll remain here, worthless and useless.”

Suddenly, there was loud banging on the door. Bang… bang… bang! I was holding a drink and listening to loud music. I stood up and opened the door. A handsome young man, fresh from a shower and dressed in stylish clothes—a white pair of jeans and a sky-blue shirt—stood there. With irritation in his voice, he said, “Hey, woman, you’re disturbing us with your loud music. Do you think you’re the only one in this house?” Angrily, I replied, “Well, I pay my rent, unlike you. I know you haven’t even paid your rent yet. All you do is shower, and you’re broke!” Realizing I was exposing his secrets, he became quiet, feeling ashamed, and turned back to his room. I hissed and went back inside.

He returned to his room, looked at himself in the mirror, and said, “I’m really handsome. I’ll be irresistible.” He spent a long time admiring himself before stepping out, walking with confidence.

When I was about to leave in my beautiful car, he walked past me at the gate without even looking at me. I slowly rolled down my car window and calmly said, “Affan, please help me open the gate.” He gave me a contemptuous look and angrily said, “Do you think I’m your mate? Just because you have that useless car, you think you’re special? What even makes you think that’s a proper car?” He banged on my car while speaking. I said, “Stop insulting my car. This is a high-class car!” He hissed and said, “You’re lucky I have an appointment. Otherwise, I would have dealt with you for this nonsense.” He walked off arrogantly. I hissed, opened my car, got out, opened the gate myself, and left for work.

Affan went straight to his friend Mustapha’s house. Mustapha worked at the Ministry of Environment, while Affan did nothing except waste time and buy expensive body wash whenever he could. Even his rent in the estate wasn’t paid, which often caused arguments. Sitting in Mustapha’s well-furnished living room, Mustapha asked, “What brings you to my house? I know it must be for something.” Affan replied, “I came to borrow five thousand naira. I don’t have any food or supplies at home.” Mustapha sighed and said, “I knew it. Honestly, I don’t have any money to give you.” Affan begged, “Please, help me out. You’re my true friend. It’s just five thousand; I know you won’t lack that much.” Reluctantly, Mustapha said, “What am I going to do with you? As my friend, you shouldn’t be begging like this. But I’ll give you three thousand, and you must pay me back. I’m already tired of the debts you owe me.” Affan, overjoyed, said, “Don’t worry. We’re in this together.” Mustapha relaxed, and they continued chatting.

When Affan got back home intending to go inside, he was stopped by a man dressed in a flowing robe and turban. The man said, “Young man, Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un! Trouble is heading your way!” Affan observed the man, who looked wealthy, and said, “What trouble?” The man said, “You have enemies, sir. They plan to steal your car!” Affan, knowing he didn’t own a car, was amused but remained silent. The man continued, “Your enemies, who are close relatives, have taken your name to a spiritualist. They’re planning to cast a spell on you. Soon, you’ll lose millions from your wealth.” Affan burst into laughter internally, thinking, I don’t even have a dime. I just borrowed three thousand naira! Outwardly, he acted shocked and asked, “What should I do now, Mallam?”