Nadiya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
They opened the shop at 9 a.m. As the manager, she wasn’t deeply involved in the shop’s operational processes, focusing instead on supervising the workers and their tasks. The new herbal tea they introduced that month was partly why she handled its orders herself, as the staff weren’t yet fully trained in that area.
She tied her apron over her uniform, which bore the shop’s logo: *Diamond-Ara Cakes and Snacks*. She hung her bag on the hanger before leaving the staff room, locking the door and slipping the key into her apron pocket.
The shop was spacious and circular, furnished with elegant chairs and tables. A special section was reserved for VIPs. The area was lined with glass displays; one side featured green leather seats arranged in a semicircle, a TV for entertainment, and games for children. She moved around, inspecting and adjusting everything to ensure perfection before retreating to her workstation.
The glass display counter showcased their products. Staff began bringing out freshly prepared items, arranging them for customers to eat in, while others packaged takeaway orders in paper bags.
By 9 a.m., the shop was already bustling. The four-person team worked efficiently: two focused on cakes, while she and Sakeenah poured tea from small kettles. Amaka carried trays of cups to seated customers or packed orders in branded thermo-plastic cups alongside bread slices, cupcakes, doughnuts, or combinations, delivering them to those rushing to markets or offices.
Located near a large corporate office with over two thousand employees, primary and secondary schools, a computer institute, a church, and a Friday mosque, the shop never lacked customers.
They barely had a break until after 11 a.m., when the crowd thinned. Cleaners tidied the space, and staff returned to the kitchen to prepare the next batch.
Before leaving, she removed her apron, hung it up, and stepped out. Opposite their shop was a popular Arabian cuisine restaurant. Familiar with its owner, Fatima, and her staff, she exchanged greetings, placed a takeaway order, paid, and returned.
In the staff room, she sat briefly, sipping tea and reflecting, before resuming work.
Next, she began decorating pre-baked cakes for birthdays and anniversaries. During the noon prayer break, some staff left to pray, while others attended to customers craving meat pies and fresh coconut-zobo juice.
The day remained busy, as usual. At 5 p.m., they closed shop. No one left until everything was checked. She stayed back to tally the day’s earnings and update the ledger. One by one, the female staff bid farewell until she was alone.
After finishing the accounts, she organized tasks for the next day, noting low stock items to purchase. Since the next day was a public holiday, she considered visiting the market herself if time allowed, anticipating fewer crowds.
