Babban Yaro Book 2 Hausa Novel Complete
Hibbah was sitting in her bedroom with her phone in her hand, watching a blue film. She was restless, and her thoughts were entirely occupied. At that moment, all she desired was sex. She bit her lips, unable to stop watching the film. Suddenly, her phone rang, and when she looked at the screen, she saw it was Amjad calling. She almost dropped her phone in excitement. Quickly, she answered, letting out a deep sigh and softening her voice.
"My Amjad… You remembered me?" she said.
In his usual tone, he asked, “Where are you?”
Softly, she replied, “I'm at home. Are you looking for me?”
"Yes, come to Shakira Hotel. I’m waiting for you," he said.
Overjoyed, she replied, “You’ll see me in twenty minutes.”
"Okay," he said, hanging up the call.
She dashed into the bathroom like someone in a hurry, quickly showered, and stood in front of the mirror. She sprayed perfume all over herself and picked an English outfit—a body-hugging top and skirt. After dressing up, she grabbed her car keys and left in haste, her scent trailing behind her.
Her mother was sitting in the parlor watching TV and asked, “Where are you going?”
As Hibbah walked away, she answered, “I’m going to Hanifa’s house.”
Without questioning further, her mother said, “Alright, greet her mother for me.”
Hibbah didn’t respond as she walked out.
At exactly 8:00 PM, Hibbah arrived at Shakira Hotel. The place was brightly lit, with young men and women moving in and out. Some were lounging by the swimming pool, others were seated in groups, each engrossed in their activities. She called Amjad to ask which room he was in.
Amjad was lying on a luxurious bed wearing only shorts, his eyes closed, deep in thought.
Hibbah knocked on the door. With little energy, he got up and opened it.
