Man Of The World Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
Abbah wasn’t feeling well. He blindfolded himself and wandered around aimlessly for a while before settling beside Uwar Gwarama. She regarded him coldly, her eyes narrowing as she said, “You know, I finally agree with Uwani. Your heart is too soft, like a woman’s. Why can’t you just admit the boy is wealthy? You don’t even know why he left. Go home, get up, and deal with it. I won’t be eating with a ‘big girl’ and her children just because you think it’s necessary. You should go and handle your responsibilities. Imagine! Someone stopping their mother from doing business because ‘her children are educated now.’ What nonsense! They’ll curse us all with that book they’re reading. Burn it for all I care. I won’t let my children drag us into disgrace.”
When Uwar Gwarama finally finished her rant, she softened a little. She kissed Abbah, stroked his hair, and said, “Now, give me some food. My heart feels cold.”
Before Abbah could respond, someone nearby, who had been eavesdropping, stood up quickly with a smile and offered to help. “Be patient. I’ll get it,” they said.
Abbah walked away without a word. A young woman, no older than 42, greeted him as he passed. She didn’t seem to notice Uwar Gwarama’s sour mood. Abbah continued to his room, entered, and was greeted warmly by Khadija, who gave Intesar a kiss and hugged her tightly.
“Welcome back, Ummah,” Khadija said cheerfully.
Ummah smiled, hugging them both. Intesar teased, “Even if I were Aisha, you’d still sit me down with all this joy.” They laughed, and Khadija, beaming with excitement, asked, “Ummah, do you have any good news for us?”
“What’s with all this happiness?” Ummah asked, amused. “You look like you’ve found treasure!”
Khadija’s joy turned mischievous as she said, “Ummah, Abbah lost his job. Isn’t that great?”
Ummah’s smile faded. “Khadija, what kind of thinking is this? How can you be happy about such a thing? Your father is struggling, and you’re celebrating?”
Khadija tried to explain, “But, Ummah—”
Ummah interrupted sternly, “Enough! Patience is key in life. Hardship doesn’t last forever. One day, this will all be a story to tell. Everything is by Allah’s decree, and nothing is permanent. Learn patience—it’s always rewarding.”
As she spoke, Uwar Gwarama barged into the room, tossing her clothes in the middle of the floor. “Wash these,” she commanded, ignoring everyone else in the room.
Intesar got up reluctantly to collect the clothes. Khadija rolled her eyes. “For God’s sake, Ummah, even Bilki and Ruqayya wouldn’t come here to do this. This house is unbearable!”
But no one listened to her complaints. Intesar headed to the courtyard to wash, while Khadija gathered more clothes, including Bilki and Ruqayya’s items, some of which had been left for ages.
Meanwhile, in another part of the house, Abdallah lay on the sofa, his eyes heavy with worry. He got up, went to his wardrobe, and pulled out some perfume and accessories. After dressing meticulously, he grabbed his phone and left the room.
Descending the stairs, he adjusted his Gucci watch, walking with confidence as though the ground owed him respect. Entering the living room, he saw Haneefa lounging on a sofa. She wore tight English-style clothes, her chest partially exposed, with heavy makeup plastered on her face. She smirked and greeted him, “Good morning, sweetheart.”
Abdallah glanced at her briefly, then turned his head as though he had seen a ghost. “What about you?” he muttered dismissively, continuing on his way without looking back.
