HARAMTACCIYAR SOYYAYA Complete Hausa Novel Document by HARAMTACCIYAR SOYYAYA

He was inside the large mansion, enjoying the luxurious lifestyle, calmly sipping the fruit-infused water in a glass cup as if it were medicine. Observing him, you could tell he was troubled, yet he was strikingly handsome—first-class, in fact. One glance was enough to understand this because of his fair complexion and well-built physique. Just by looking at him, you could tell he maintained his body through the gym.  

At that moment, his phone rang again, and he quickly picked it up because his private phone indicated it was an important call.  

"Hello, Uncle."  

"Banji, what did he say?"  

He simply responded appropriately, "I will come soon, Uncle, I promise."  

With that, he remained calm, then hurried into his room to pack his things into a trolley. In less than five minutes, he was done. He rushed to the bathroom, took a shower, and came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.  

"Wow!"  

Even the scattered coins on the floor and the way he dried himself showed his perfectly toned body. His black hair was thick and masculine.  

Nigeria, 6:00 PM  

The plane from Paris had just landed at Abuja International Airport. Calmly, he stepped off the plane, dressed in long blue jeans and a white shirt, with an expensive designer jacket that screamed wealth. As he walked, he noticed someone waving at him.  

"Welcome, dude!"  

"Thank you, it's good to see you too, bro," he replied. "Alhamdulillah."  

"Why didn’t you tell Uncle you were coming to Nigeria? I wanted to surprise him. He’s been worried about you since last week, asking where you were."  

"Friend, tell me what’s going on. Is it true he’s getting married?"  

"I don’t really know, dude. Let’s get going; we’ll discuss it later."  

Calmly, they were led to a black G-Wagon parked in an affluent neighborhood in Area 11, Abuja. The security guard opened the car door with a wide smile, overjoyed to see the young Alhaji.  

"Breakfast, Alhaji! You’ve finally arrived. Alhamdulillah!"  

"Idi, how’s the city treating you?" he asked while grabbing his bag.  

Calmly, he walked until he entered the massive living room of the mansion. Before he could settle in, he noticed two young men approaching him with hugs.  

"Bros!" they all shouted in excitement.  

"Welcome, bros!"  

"Hey guys, how are you all?"  

"Fine, bros. How was your trip?"  

"Oh, sorry guys, I wanted to surprise you. Where’s Minal?"  

"Here I am, bros!" She came running and hugged him tightly, almost making him stumble, but he steadied himself.  

Calmly, he looked at her and said, "Wow, my little sister is growing fast!"  

"Oh, come on, bros! Stop calling me little—I’m 15 now!" She pouted, clearly annoyed at being called "little."  

"Where’s my Uncle?"  

One of the young men responded, "He’s outside. Okay, Ammar, please go and call Yusuf. Let me take a shower—tell him to come inside."  

"Okay, bros."  

Calmly, he reached the door of a room, which I assumed was his.  

"Wow," he murmured as he entered, noticing the decorations inside—it looked like no one had been there in a while. He knew this was his little sister’s doing.  

Calmly, he relaxed, taking off the jacket he was wearing and tossing it onto the sofa in the room before heading to his bathroom.