Furar Danko Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
He was a strikingly handsome boy with a chocolate complexion, exuding calmness and perfection. His expression was stoic, devoid of any smiles, yet his flawless features carried an aura of intimidation. His nickname, Smart, seemed to fit him effortlessly. Instead of paying attention to the girl he referred to as "Aunty Lulu," he swiftly picked her up and dropped her to the ground as if she were weightless. The boy ran toward her, beaming with joy, and called out loudly, “Aunty Lu!”
She, for the first time, broke into a gentle smile that lit up her face as she stood still, waiting for him to reach her. When he got close, she placed her laptop on a nearby box and embraced him warmly. At that moment, MM Atik Kumo appeared behind him, and her smile faded instantly. Her face returned to its cold, indifferent state, filled with anger and sorrow. She shot him a look of pure disdain and, with a sharp tone, said, “Do you not have a heart in your chest? Why do I detest men like MAYUN MAZA so much?”
The word Mayun Maza echoed in his mind, though it wasn’t spoken aloud again. Slowly, he lifted his large, piercing white eyes to meet hers before lowering them. She pointed a finger at MM Atik Kumo, her nails accentuating her sharp gestures, and her gaze filled him with a wave of sorrowful reproach. She despised women like her—those who dressed boldly and carried themselves without the modesty she associated with a true Muslim Bahousia woman. Her slim figure, her bold demeanor—everything about her seemed to challenge his principles.
Unaware of his internal conflict, she feigned a move to poke MM Atik Kumo in the eye with her finger, then pointed at him again. In a harsh, scathing tone, she declared, "Wlhy! Wlhy! If you dare come near me again, I will humiliate you beyond repair. I will tear your precious clothes and show you that IT IS A FLOWER, WE ARE NOT EVEN EVEN EVERY YEAR!" She let out a disdainful hiss, slapped the boy’s hand as he stood by, and stormed off, dragging her box without a backward glance.
MM Atik Kumo stood unfazed, a sly smile playing on his lips as he muttered under his breath, “A year’s worth of gum is a year of being a mouthful of farau-farau.” He swallowed hard, narrowing his eyes as he watched her walk away.
She stopped in front of the car where Uncle Smart was standing. Frustration etched on her face, she scanned him up and down before snapping, “And you, sir, is this how you do your job? Standing idly by instead of acting?”
Uncle Smart remained silent, leaning against the car. She sighed heavily, her anger momentarily replaced by a deep sadness. “You’re supposed to be the hero here. Who are you? Where are you taking us? To disaster?”
The boy quickly spoke up, “Aunty Lu! Uncle Smart doesn’t shout. Even when he takes us to school, he’s always quiet. Daddy doesn’t yell at him either. Please leave him alone.”
She scoffed. “Quiet? Who wouldn’t yell at a driver waiting for someone else to hand him ten thousand naira?”
The boy’s eyes widened, tears threatening to spill as he looked at Uncle Smart, who remained unfazed, lifting his head slightly as though unaffected. Itako continued her tirade, her words sharp and relentless. A crowd began to gather, some watching in stunned silence, others chuckling at the scene unfolding. MM Atik Kumo, humiliated and surrounded by his bodyguards, stood frozen as she finished berating him.
Uncle Smart, without giving her another glance, entered the car. With deliberate force, he reversed sharply, the vehicle screeching as it disappeared out of sight, leaving the crowd murmuring in a mix of awe and amusement. Some mocked MM Atik Kumo’s embarrassment, while others praised Smart’s calm yet commanding demeanor. Despite the chaos, one thing was clear—Smart had made his presence known.
