BABANA DA MIJINA Complete Hausa Novel Document by BABANA DA MIJINA

The alarm clock on the living room wall struck exactly one o'clock in the morning,

She pulled herself up from looking at the clock and turned to the TV, watching the news....

She was lying on the sofa, wearing a soft nightgown,

She's not a bad beauty, she's just as beautiful as she is, and she's a top-class woman,

The tip of her nose is a sign of God's grace that she was born with. She is beautiful because she is a white woman.

From there, she heard her father's car parked, if she had only just gotten used to this behavior of her father and her husband going out at night or coming back at night, her father was a politician and the deputy governor of Kebbi City, they used to have meetings at night, and sometimes they would gather at home, and she could hear their noise from her own house,

Not long after she stood up, she heard him enter his room, yawning and stretching in a sleepy state, just as he entered the room with a ball in his hand,

He was not at all pleased to see his wife at this time, waiting for him, as she was used to,

She opened her eyes and looked at him in a strange way, her face expressionless. He held the ball in his hand and the socks on his feet. All his eyes were on her.

until he finished removing it and made some small gestures, all his attention and concentration was on her, he found himself confused, there was a certain look in her eyes that not all women are endowed with by God, he set out on a journey of dignity, full of pride, and he loved to be close to her, including placing his hand on hers,

Be patient, Iman, as you always do, playing football is something else... He fell silent as a result of the look she gave him,

I know you play football during the day or in the morning, but I don't know what kind of game you play at night.

He glared at her,

Iman, do you not believe me, or are you criticizing me?

There is no question here, I really want you to tell me, after your bank salary, do you mean all this wealth you have accumulated is all on football? He nodded his head.

Okay, go and ask and hear all the original footballers. The one who goes out and plays football does not earn a small amount of money. Believe me, the one named Mama does not have a bad character. The one who has hurt you. She just kept quiet. Her eyes were filled with tears. She could not believe her husband and father. Between *my father and my husband*, there is no one who loves me more than anyone else. She is so angry with them that she does not want to see them because she is angry with them. She wiped the tears from her face. He looked at her with love and compassion for her and felt it in his heart. He himself did not know what kind of love he had for Fatima. He held the palm of her hand and placed his finger on her face and wiped the tears from her face.

My biggest worry is seeing you in distress. How long will you believe in me, Iman? If you don't believe in me, who will believe in me? By God, I am a football player, count my blessings.