Namijin Zuma Book 2 Hausa Novel Complete
The 10-minute journey brought her to a grand, awe-inspiring house. The golden-hued gate gleamed in the sunlight, hinting at the strength and wealth of those who resided within. As he approached, he noticed the AS and ARMY logos on his car's number plate, a detail that surprised him. With a smile of anticipation, he parked the car and stepped out, his heart racing with the longing to see her. It had been nearly two months since they last met, their connection maintained only through phone calls. His busy schedule had kept him away, but their bond remained unshaken.
Workers greeted him with respect as he entered the compound, but his attention was drawn elsewhere. A sensation of being watched made him glance up, and there she was, standing by the window, her gaze fixed on him. His heart skipped a beat. "Wow, you're always beautiful, Mommahma," he whispered to himself. Their smiles met, a silent acknowledgment of their affection. He moved toward the main hall, driven by an irresistible pull, murmuring prayers under his breath as he pushed open the door.
There she stood, leaning against the wall in a flowing red, green, and gold dress. His eyes roamed her figure, and he whispered in awe, "Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un." She was breathtaking, her beauty almost surreal. Her skin glowed like rose petals, her delicate frame exuding elegance. Her features were flawless—large, expressive eyes framed by thick lashes, a long, graceful nose, and lips so delicate they seemed almost ethereal. Dimples adorned her cheeks when she smiled, revealing small, pearly teeth. She had the kind of beauty that defied age, making her appear far younger than her 32 years.
He struggled to take his eyes off her. "You were watching me through the window, weren’t you, Mom?" he teased softly, his voice tinged with affection. Nabeelah didn’t reply immediately, but her smile said it all. Her dimples deepened as she gracefully seated herself in one of the royal chairs, her poise commanding the room.
In a voice as soft as a lullaby, she said, "My hero, my nanny..." The words melted his heart, stirring emotions he couldn’t contain. He blushed, her playful tone and the familiar name overwhelming him.
"I know that name better than anyone," he replied, his voice trembling with emotion. "Say it again, Darling..." His face flushed red, and a laugh escaped her lips, filling the room with warmth.
