Binta Yar Jagaliya Book 2 Hausa Novel Complete
She walked back to the government house, exhausted, carrying the weight of the various promises the governor had made to her. She was anxious about the money she was about to receive, especially after meeting with the president. The neighborhood was unusually quiet, with everyone already in bed. A heavy, almost suffocating darkness blanketed the city, reflecting her growing worry. She entered her house, feeling the heat of the sun from earlier still lingering in the air. The trees outside glowed brightly, stirring a gentle breeze. Despite the warmth, a chill overtook her as the moonlight filtered in, making her quicken her pace.
As she walked, she noticed the distant rumble of thunder. A black car drove by, and she instinctively stepped aside, clutching her bag tightly. Her heart raced, but she tried to remain calm, convinced she was doing what was best for her. However, a sudden, sharp pressure against her back made her think it was a gun. She froze.
"Don't move any further," a voice said, cold and menacing. "I’ll break your memory with a bullet."
In that instant, her body tensed as if about to evaporate into smoke, and she raised her hand in the air. She wasn’t alone—six soldiers surrounded her, and one of them commanded, "If you want to be safe, get in the car."
Unable to resist, she gasped and reluctantly followed them to the back door. They opened it for her, and she stepped inside, only to find two men armed with a knife and some sort of gun. The others entered ahead of her, and an old driver, too frightened to scream, stayed silent. No matter how much she cried out, no sound reached her ears. Hot tears streamed down her face as one of the men sprayed something on her. Her surroundings blurred, and she could no longer tell where she was.
The car came to a halt, and the man beside her began to kiss her roughly. She tried to protest but was too overwhelmed. A young man, drenched in blood and wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans, appeared. His face was partially obscured by a cap, but his presence was undeniable. One of the men stepped out of the car, handed over a key, and entered the vehicle. The driver pulled off, and they disappeared into the for you
7:38 AM
Her eyes fluttered open, heavy with exhaustion. She pulled the soft blanket off her and glanced around the room, only to realize that what had happened wasn’t a dream. Her eyes widened in shock as she quickly got up from the luxury bed. Everything in the room was white, with the air flowing softly. A sliver of light peeked through the window. She rushed over to it, closing her eyes as she looked outside.
Her large eyes widened as she saw well-organized buildings and security personnel patrolling the area around the house. She pulled the curtains shut and retreated, tears filling her eyes. "What a pity," she whispered. "God must have done this because He doesn’t let anyone’s rights be taken by another."
The buildings she saw weren’t from this country or the capital city of Laimon. She stood up and knocked on the door without thinking. After a moment, she realized the door was already open, but she continued knocking, not fully aware of her actions. She felt an unfamiliar sensation, as if in a man’s body. Her large eyes opened wide when she saw him standing there, wearing three-quarter pants and no shirt, his broad chest covered in dark, thick hair. His skin was tough, and his presence was so overwhelming that she couldn't even make out his face clearly due to the light.
She had never seen a man like him before, so strong and imposing. He stared at her with intense eyes, making her feel even more exposed. She flushed, trying to steady her breath.
"You’re a fool," he said, his voice low. "You don’t understand your sister’s pain. I’m sick and worried, yet here you are, lying at my feet. You need to wash my sheets by hand, not with a machine."
She knelt down, clasping her hands together in pleading. "For the love of God, take me home. Please be patient with me. I’m not a slut. You’ve ruined my life. I regret everything I’ve done to you. I can’t wash this blanket."
He laughed, his white teeth flashing. She couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he was, even as she felt the tension building between them.
Looking at her, he spoke again, his tone amused. "You witch, you’ll make me do whatever you want. I’ll be there for you, even if you don’t pay me or go to the club. But by God, take this blanket and wash it for me. It’s so bad."
