ALFAH Complete Hausa Novel Document by ALFAH

Sunday is the only day off in every government worker's week.  

It's a Honda Solara car with one door, dark in color, cruising smoothly as it drives quietly.  

It doesn't stop anywhere until it reaches a certain red gate.  

She is very slender, around 25 years old, tall, and fair-skinned with a long nose. Her face is neither particularly praised nor noticeably unattractive—just average.  

Inside the house, there is no guard. It's a well-structured house. She steps out, opens the gate, and enters.  

From the window, a stout young man, dark in complexion, no older than 33, stands watching her intently, as if he had been expecting her. He quickly emerges from inside.  

As she opens the living room door, before she can even step in, he pulls her close, exhaling heavily, resting his head on her shoulder.  

His voice sounds troubled as he says, "My life, thank you for coming. I seriously need you. My body is in so much pain today."  

She pushes him away slightly and says, "C'mon, Seif, stop it. I don’t understand what you’re saying. Why did you call me here? What happened? Did you close the deal for us or what?"  

He turns and sits on the chair, holding his head.  

Not wasting time, she sits beside him, staring at him, waiting for an answer.  

After a pause, he says, "Sabreen, they said I have to pay 250 million before we can close the deal. Where am I supposed to get that?"  

She sighs and replies, "I knew it. That thing—the cocaine—I only placed an order to sell, but it’s already gone."  

She looks at him, her body tense, and places both hands on his. In a calm voice, she says, "My love, don’t worry, I understand. But now we’re in this situation. Should we continue with them or just switch to the cocaine order you mentioned?"  

She cups his face and brings her lips close to his ear, whispering, "Let’s drop this talk, my life. I miss you."  

A faint smile crosses her face as she glances at him seductively, then leads him to the bedroom without another word.  

About two and a half hours later, in the room, she reaches for her phone, which is ringing beside the bed where they lay.  

In a husky voice, she answers, "Hello, babe. How are you?"