Gargadan So Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel
In a respectful and serious tone, the **DIG** (Deputy Inspector General) said, *“I feel honored, Your Excellency. I understand your concerns during this difficult time. I have the best task force that can save your granddaughter. May Allah assist you, Your Excellency. The team consists of three members: the tech genius, the powerhouse, and the criminologist with the highest record in decoding, encoding, profiling, and tracking kidnappers. Trust me, Your Excellency, this case is a piece of cake for Miss Hawwa!”*
The father replied, *“I think I’ve heard of this name, Hawwa.”*
The DIG responded, *“You definitely have, because she’s a government asset. Somehow, her documents or work might have come across your desk. Thanks to her, we’ve successfully rescued almost all our kidnapping victims, including those from the ECOWAS summit in Washington, D.C.”*
The father said, *“Now I remember her name.”*
The DIG continued, *“What will happen now is that I need to bring them over to conduct a proper investigation. They will ask you a lot of questions and show you how they plan to save Noor. They’ll need 24 hours to gather information.”*
The father replied, *“Okay, but come without uniforms, and don’t use an official car. I think the kidnappers are monitoring movements around my house.”*
The DIG assured him, *“That’s not a problem. We’ll be there in an hour.”*
The call ended, and the father placed his phone on the table, letting out a sigh of relief. **Musbahu** asked, *“Will Khaleel agree to this?”*
The father replied, *“He’ll have to agree. We have no other option. I can’t just sit here and watch him suffer in pain.”*
Meanwhile, the DIG received a call and answered sternly, *“Come to my office now.”*
Two men dressed in suits and ties, resembling bank workers, arrived at an office and knocked on the door. They entered, and shortly after, there was another knock. The DIG said, *“Come in.”*
The door opened slowly, and her feet were the first to enter the office. She was wearing black cover shoes with a slight heel, paired with a navy blue trouser that was of normal length. Her sky-blue long-sleeved shirt had white stripes and was neatly tucked into her trousers. Over it, she wore a navy blue blazer that draped perfectly over her frame. An ID card hung around her neck, resting on her chest, displaying her name and photo.
Her face had no makeup, just her natural milky, light-brown skin that glowed. She had no piercings or tattoos, and her skin was flawless—very light brown, almost fair. She was tall, about 6 feet, with round, bright eyes that weren’t too large but had a fish-like shape. Her face had a classic V-shape, symmetrical and elegant. She had a long, slightly pointed nose, small but full pink lips, and black, neatly styled hair that looked as if it had been carefully carved and tinted. She appeared to be around 29 or 30 years old, exuding maturity and calmness.
She walked into the office, closing the door behind her, and approached the DIG’s desk. In a clear, confident, and pleasant voice, she said, *“Sir!”*
The DIG smiled slightly and said, *“At ease, Hawwa.”*
She lowered her hand and stood attentively, looking at him. The DIG then addressed all three of them: *“Hayatu, Abraham, and Hawwa, the three of you are my biggest assets! I take joy and pride in having trained you to this level. Our entire nation is proud of you. They can never talk about solving crimes without mentioning your names, because of how you’ve silently brought peace to our country. Now, the time has come for you to showcase your skills once again.”*
He paused, and everyone remained silent, watching him intently. He leaned back in his chair, then stood up and walked around the table to where they were seated. He continued, *“There’s been a kidnapping. The granddaughter of our Senate President, Alhassan Mangal, has been abducted. Today is the sixth day she’s been in the hands of the kidnappers, and she’s only four years old.”*
They all looked at him, their hearts heavy. He added, *“I don’t have full information about the case yet, but...”*
