GWARZON NAMIJI Complete Hausa Novel Document by GWARZON NAMIJI

Yusrah

"...That you have 20 seconds to carry out your idiot self out of my office, otherwise I'll call her?"

Daddalo's eyes widened, looking at her in amazement.

He didn't notice until he saw her start tapping her phone, as if she was calling his wife's number.

In a trembling voice, trying to calm the commotion, he said, "You know, Yusrah, I can't understand what's going on in your mind. Your thoughts are always on the left. I came here because..." He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence, and fell silent, flaring his nose and listening to the wonder.

"Are you the kind of girl who would leave your husband in the morning chasing women? Is it Monday and you have work to do? Or is there no other place to go but chasing women? So I want you to call your husband on the phone and ask him what he's doing in the office all morning!!!"

She smiled a simple smile, one that conveyed neither concern nor acceptance of the words being spoken to her over the phone.

"Listen, young lady! I don't know who came to you, but he will never be my husband, right?"

"Oh really? It may be true, but the man in front of me right now, he's wearing clothes... (She started to describe Major Adeel to her, noting his appearance and the clothes he was wearing)

At that moment, her body took a beating, her stomach clenched and she quickly grabbed the chair because she felt her 6-month-old twins moving as if they were going to jump out of her body right away.

Her mouth twitched and she said, "wah....what?"

"Yess....and if my description matches your husband's, you can come and see for yourself where my office is at number A9, Yusrah and co. grp of companies....(She started comparing her office with their company address)

Despite the sweat that was dripping down her forehead, her breathing was seizing, and her vision blurred due to the noise she was seeing, it didn't stop her from grabbing her car keys, wearing room slippers, and running to the front door of the house. She slammed her Venza key into her car, feeling a warm liquid dripping down the floor... but she still drove away in a panic. The gate officer opened the gate for her and she ran out without even touching her.

Yusrah looked back in shame, looking at him, a land full of poverty and misery.

"While....you still have the opportunity to leave my office and run for your dear marriage"

He immediately heard her madness and threats and laughed.

"Oh, who are you, you little brat, who think you can manipulate me? Where are you standing, we faked a call? I know you can't call my wife."

She continued to squirm in her office chair, pressing the laptop in front of her.

"Okay, you'll see"

"Hajiya Yusrah, I came to see Hajiya Juwairiyya Sadiq to hold an important meeting regarding our business, but due to her health condition, as she mentioned, she said she wanted to see you, you are her daughter, but if that happens, it will be a problem. I asked her to go and talk to her."