Wani Gari Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
His body tensed as though he was being watched. Turning around, he saw Momy standing behind him, her arms folded, a warm smile lighting up her face. He returned the smile, setting down the flute he had been playing, and stood up straight.
“Momy.”
"Yes, I’ve been standing here for a while," she said.
“Why?”
“Ameer, I didn’t want to interrupt your flute playing. It’s beautiful—it pleases me too.”
He smiled, rubbing the back of his head, knowing how soothing the melody was, even to himself, let alone to others who might be listening.
"I don’t know who taught you to play the flute," she continued, “but they must have been a true master. The sound touches the soul.”
This time, he chuckled softly, his teeth flashing white. Then he began to walk away, with Momy following close behind.
"Your daddy is in the living room waiting for you," she said. “I told him you were resting in the garden, but he insisted I call you.”
He stopped and turned briefly to glance at her. “Hmm, I guess my letter has reached him.”
"Did you do something wrong?" she asked, her tone curious.
Without responding, Ameer resumed walking, his steps deliberate. He reached the living room first, opened the door, and entered. The rich aroma of incense immediately enveloped him, its intensity almost overwhelming in the lavishly decorated space that resembled a small Arabian palace.
He placed his handkerchief in its designated spot before heading upstairs. His movements exuded an air of composure and pride, as though he could never falter. Upon entering his room, a harmonious blend of fragrances greeted him—exotic perfumes mingling perfectly, filling every corner of the pristine, polished space. The room sparkled as though it had never seen a speck of dirt.
Ameer walked into his private closet, a luxurious space reminiscent of a boutique. He retrieved a fresh pair of shorts, changed out of his clothes, and placed them carefully in the laundry compartment. His impeccable cleanliness ensured that not even a trace of dust dared to settle on him or his belongings.
Afterward, he headed to the bathroom. As he began lathering himself with shower gel, the scent of the soap filled the air, sweet and invigorating. Once he was done, he returned to his closet, applied oil to his skin, and layered it with his signature perfume. He dressed meticulously and left the room, his scent trailing behind him like a royal announcement.
He walked toward the connecting door to his father’s side of the house. Before he even entered the dining area, his arrival was heralded by the lingering aroma of his cologne. His parents and siblings were gathered at the dining table. Zeezee, his younger sister, hurriedly covered her hair, knowing his fastidious nature and his aversion to certain scents, including unkempt hair.
Ameer took his seat, glancing at his father, who seemed burdened by something. Smiling faintly, Ameer picked up a plate and began serving himself.
"Why did you fire your employees?" his father asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
Ameer paused, setting down the serving spoon. His gaze shifted to his father.
“I warned them not to enter my office with dirt. One came in wearing a shirt he hadn’t washed since yesterday, and another reeked of something intolerable. Daddy, you know how sensitive I am to smells. I don’t tolerate dirt or uncleanliness.”
His father sighed, shaking his head in disapproval.
"But Ameer," he said, “firing them over such minor issues? And withholding their salaries? That’s unreasonable. Also, I heard you hit someone with your car yesterday.”
"He deserved it," Ameer replied matter-of-factly. “He was reckless with his brakes and overtook me dangerously. I had to teach him a lesson—he’ll value his life more next time.”
"Ameer, this isn’t acceptable," his father said firmly. “A person’s life is precious. You can’t take matters into your own hands like that.”
Momy, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke, her voice calm but concerned. “Please, Ameer, you must be more careful. Life is not something to play with.”
Ameer leaned back, shrugging nonchalantly. "I’ll be careful next time," he said. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll let someone disrespect me and walk away unscathed. Some people aren’t worth our concern.”
His father sighed deeply, while Momy looked at him, the only man in her life who managed to bring both pride and exasperation in equal measure.
