Harijin Miji Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
A woman was sitting in the middle of a luxurious lounge, at least 53 years old, with a man who was also about 53/54 years old. Both of them were very dark-skinned, especially the man whose hair was very silky and abundant. Looking at both of them, you could tell they were originally from Sudan ??.
Both were dressed in matching black suits. The only thing that could be heard in the lounge was a woman's crying and Arabic language mixed with English coming from her mouth, oh so loudly that people nearby could hear the woman's voice from there, simply meaning she wasn't crying softly at all. But you could see these two people in the lounge weren't bothered by the crying at all, they just kept looking at their iWatches counting time. When the watch struck exactly 10 o'clock, the man said "it's time Madam Surayya." The woman stood up and he also stood up like soldiers, they both went to the lounge elevator, entered it, closed it and went upstairs.
Meanwhile, the woman's crying was getting louder and her voice was crying uncontrollably. "Somebody help me, help me, this man is a monster! He's a ritualist!" But still, they weren't affected. They went to a sophisticated door that had a mic symbol on it. Madam Surayya pressed the doorbell repeatedly, but still the woman's crying continued along with banging sounds. She checked her watch and waited one good minute standing there, then she brought her mouth to the intercom on the door and in her language that showed she wasn't pure Hausa, she said "Binyamin Luhaidan Areef, it's time!" The girl inside screamed. "Madam Surayya this man is a murderer, I am not doing the marria..." She couldn't finish her sentence because she fainted immediately. Madam Surayya and the man sighed in relief as they stepped back from the room door and lowered their heads as if they knew what was about to come out. About 1 minute like that, then the door opened and someone came out - a healthy, strong, fierce-looking man at least 42 years old. He was wearing only a white bathrobe on his body. His front area was very pronounced as if a long, hard firewood had been wrapped and hidden there. He was also dark-skinned with a very striking face that went down to his jaw, with big eyes, a long nose and a mustache. Looking at him, his appearance wasn't Hausa at all. He was very handsome, no joke. He passed by and started walking with the man following behind while the woman opened the room door and entered. What a sight in the room - there was a bed you wouldn't normally see because of how the bed was designed, and where hands are held were handcuffs, there was a spot for legs too. It was just a bed specifically designed for BDSM. There was a young woman tied to the bed, her hands and feet bound with red ropes and gagged, at least 28 years old with a beautiful body. Quickly, Madam Surayya came to the bed and lay down, then took off her own clothes and dressed her in them. Then she took out her phone and called two female workers who came in, carried her out to the compound. It was a serious mansion, not joking, like on TV. They took her to another flat while another woman dressed like an Arab sat in the garden with legs open, sipping tea, and muttered “the bride has married.”
In front of the house - the kind of houses called Mansions - he entered a glass flat, the man following behind opened a bathroom attached to a sauna, he entered and sat in the sauna area and closed his eyes. The man in the suit entered, turned on the sauna, then turned and left, closing the door. He sighed in relief calmly "hmmmmm!" He stood up, and while his eyes were still closed, he pulled off the bathrobe and dropped it on the floor. Oh my God! If you said he was a soldier, I wouldn't be surprised because of his muscular built body, like he's on creatine because his muscles are crazy. You see his chest, you see abs, his 6-packs are so prominent like a wrestler's. His front area that doesn't stop growing and throbbing, pulsing, stretching, reaching out to any woman alive looking for food - see the height, see the veins on it, see the thickness, no joke, see the head like a cap.
He sat calmly, he looks like he's in pain, but he has a strong heart so you wouldn't notice. He sat there for about 10 minutes, then stood up, brushed his teeth, then bathed with very hot water, took a new bathrobe and came out. Still, his front area hadn't settled down. He entered another room. Oh God, the room doesn't look real, like a wonder world, like a room from a novel, so extraordinarily beautiful that touching it would make you want to dance. In a deep, dangerously pleasant voice he said "Osman." Quickly, Osman, who was in front of the room, said "yes Sir." Barely in Hausa language he said "bring me a woman!" Osman hesitated, lowering his voice a bit saying "but we have a meeti..." "damn it! Get any one of them for me right now!" He said in anger. Quickly Osman said "yes Sir," turned and almost ran out directly to where the one in the garden with legs open was, saying "Madam Asma'u, the boss is n..." He fell heavily in front of her but she didn't let him finish, falling over herself saying "am I his only wife you see? Where is Amina? And Farida, I just saw he finished with Zainab just now." In English, Osman said "Amina served him yesterday evening, Farida he wanted her at night, and Zainab he wanted her this morning during his bath, that's why you're the available one now, Madam Asma'u." The way her chest was beating three times, you'd think something would kill her like a bird pecking at her body until it was extremely sore. She stood up, Osman turned for her to follow him as they went past the other wives' flats.
They went to the boss's flat while Osman stopped and stood aside. With a heavy heart she went to his bedroom and knocked. She knew he wouldn't answer, which is why she pushed the door open and found him standing - her mother's son without any shame. His front area was erect, his eyes were red. Had this man been given a curse in their country? She thought to herself while her legs were already shaking. One look he gave her and lifted his head and hand to signal her to come. From her feet she was like she didn't want to turn to close the door, she turned and one fierce look at seeing she's slow, she said "Subhanallahi." He just pinned her against the wall, lifting her clothes up until he reached his own pants which he was wearing very tightly. "I told you I hate this thing!" He tore off the pants angrily, grabbed her thighs and penetrated her. Asma'u closed her eyes because of the pain, she hadn't recovered from the one thrust he did. He barely entered, he had reached a stage where he doesn't feel pleasure in sex at all. He can't even remember the last time he came in his life, he never comes at all now. He just endures and leaves them when he sees they're about to die in his hands. He's just doing the sex because his front area doesn't settle down and if he doesn't do it, it causes him a type of pain he can't survive. He can spend a whole day having sex with a woman but he won't come. The way he was pounding Asma'u's thighs was like he would destroy her. He tortured Asma'u with so much torment she said "please Sir, let me go, I've stayed without giving birth and now you want to destroy me with your wicked, useless manhood. I want to return to my father's house, there's no pleasure at all like in your house!" Suddenly he stopped the sex he was doing to her. Asma'u pulled out her head crying from exhaustion saying "what's the reason? I thought this was my last marriage but wallah I can't take it. You don't give birth but you'll destroy me. Better go early and seek medicine for what's troubling your front area that doesn't settle down. If it's not cutting off your head, then beheading isn't cleanliness you have with us. I can't take it, release me, Wallahi tallahi." He was silent, looking at her. Indeed, today is the 5th day she's been in this house since he married her. Crying, Asma'u said "today our marriage is only five days but you've had sex with me more than a hundred times. You're looking for my destiny. The only time we rest is if you go out for prayers or something, and even then you can't stay long, you return and continue having sex with us. My father, what do we do with a TROUBLESOME HUSBAND? Me, release me, the dowry you gave me and the car, take it all, take your things, I don't want anything, I just want my health!" He turned calmly, put his hand and pulled out a drawer, she was watching him, he took out a notebook, wrote her a divorce twice and gave it to her. She took it and stood up, adjusting her clothes and started walking slowly, barely went and left. Then he took the intercom and called Madam Surayya. Coldly he said "ask those 3 women if any of them wants me to divorce her." As he spoke, he put down the phone. He had married many women who always demanded divorce because he himself knows he has a problem, so he doesn't care. That ability to love isn't in his heart now because all his wives run away from him because of his problem. So any woman who says to divorce her, he divorces easily because he doesn't marry for love or affection. The only time he feels hurt is when a woman gets pregnant.
The phone rang again, which is why he answered it. Madam Surayya said "Farida said she wants to go, Zainab too!" He pulled the phone from his ear, wrote their divorces, then sighed and went to the back of the room, performed ablution, came out, by then his front area was erect again. He wore some small shorts like underwear, you see the expensive type, he wore them, grabbed his manhood - still it hadn't settled down.
