Boyayyen Mutum Hausa Novel Complete
She hurried to join two of her fellow students as they were about to enter the ward. With an innocent voice, she quickly asked, “Umm, please, where did Fauzy go?”
One of them replied, "She didn’t go to the ward; she’s in the common room." Without wasting time, she rushed to the common room, hoping to get there before their HOD arrived. Pushing open the door, she shouted something to the young lady seated inside. Then, seeing a phone in her hand, panic struck her. Quickly, she shut the door, pressed a finger to her lips, and whispered, “We’re not allowed to bring phones in today. Did you bring a phone?”
Fauzy put the phone down, laughing, and hugged her. "You’re lucky it wasn’t our HOD," she teased. The girl smiled but looked troubled. She dropped her bag and said with a tearful voice, "Mummy told me she’s leaving. From now on, I’ll stay with Abba and Ahmad. She’ll be working and won’t come home every evening like before." Her eyes welled up with tears.
Fauzy, trying to comfort her, said, “Don’t worry, Mummy. You’re a widow. Get married again and leave the boys at home. You’ll come back soon.”
The girl nodded and replied, “I will, but before that, I want to study Post-Basic Nursing. I’ll specialize in anesthesia or midwifery before marriage.”
Fauzy smirked, “You’ll rot at home, bokoko.”
Laughing, she retorted, “Rotten tomatoes are sweeter.”
"Rotten tomatoes?" Fauzy teased. “No, Nadeera, you’re the air chef of rotten tomatoes!”
She started to reply, but Fauzy cut her off. “Come on, let’s get your tools and logbook. We’ll head to the ward, my dear rotten tomatoes.”
They both laughed as they gathered their things. Fauzy was her closest friend, practically family. She grabbed her stethoscope and logbook, and together, they signed in and went to their respective wards. She was assigned to the female surgical ward this week, while Fauzy worked in pediatrics. They planned to meet later to pray at the mosque.
In the ward, she checked on the women not on LPI and ensured their drips were properly attached. Afterward, she stopped by the nurse’s desk to review patient updates. The senior nurse asked her to assist with taking vital signs for the patients, so she got to work.
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Meanwhile, upstairs, a young man entered a private room. The space was equipped with three computers on a long desk and a MacBook resting on a plush chair. He set his bag on the table and sat down with the MacBook, engrossed in his work. About thirty minutes later, a knock at the door broke his focus. He glanced at his watch before opening the door, revealing two young men—his younger brother, Abdallah, and their older companion, Omari.
Without a word, he returned to his seat, continuing his work. The two men entered and sat beside him, with Abdallah on his right.
"O Marwan, were you able to hack his system?" Abdallah asked, his tone curious yet expectant.
Marwan hesitated, placing the MacBook on Omari’s lap. Turning to Abdallah, he replied in a tense voice, “Not yet. He uses an eye scanner. I’ll need to go to the hospital where he’s being treated to get what I need. Don’t worry, I have a plan.”
His determination was evident, his words carrying the weight of someone entirely focused on a mission. Omari handed him a Canon camera, which he examined. The images displayed the license plates of three cars. Nodding, Marwan placed the camera aside and asked, “Good. What time does their plane land tonight?”
"10:45 p.m.," Omari replied. “They’ll have eight bodyguards and three drivers, and they’ll bring the money.”
Marwan smirked, his confidence growing. Abdallah added, “Our people are already in position. The device will be attached to their logs as soon as they land.”
Marwan’s smile widened as he glanced at Omari. “You can rest now. I’ll finish up here.”
Omari stretched and stood. “Fine, Genius. Abdallah, let’s go eat some pasta. I’m starving.”
Marwan watched them leave, his face obscured by the mask he always wore, a faint smile lingering as he returned to his work.
