YAR AIKI ZAN AURA Complete Hausa Novel Document by YAR AIKI ZAN AURA

Haba Naseer, this Qanwarkace—why are you treating her like this?  

"Mommy Kiduba always sets me up with drama, saying, 'Bring her to your Aunty.'"  

"But honestly, we just keep quiet and watch—unless you act mean. If you don’t behave, we won’t even vote for you."  

...Since all your siblings are married, and you’re the only one left. "Wallahi, Mommy, even among my classmates, I see Fiddausy—she’s always talking about him, but he ignores her."  

"...Why stay silent? Why haven’t you married yet?"  

Ah, how? Because I know I’m not ready for marriage. Love? "They all just laugh—it’s all a joke. Outside, he parks his car in the parking space..."  

......A sleek black Jeep with tinted windows pulled up where I was standing. The gateman greeted him, and he handed him 500 Naira through the window, then set his car on fire and drove off.  

...He drove calmly, relaxed, listening to the music playing. His phone rang, and he glanced at the name flashing on the screen—Sugar Daddy. He quickly picked up, pressing it to his ear.  

"Hello, Dad, how are you?"  

"No, son, just checking in. It’s been a while—it’s 3:30. Maybe our flight will land soon." (From the other side of the conversation.)  

"Okay, Dad. May Allah bring you back safely."  

"Amen, son."  

"But Dad, you haven’t forgotten your promise, right?"  

He laughed lightly.  

"Dad, you cut me off..."  

"Unless you fulfill your promise to me... unless you show me your girlfriend."  

"Eh, Dad, but..."  

He didn’t let him finish.  

"Hey, I’m serious! Okay, Dad, may Allah bring you back safely."  

"Amen."  

He hung up, smiling to himself, thinking about marriage—how he’d soon have a life partner.  

...He continued driving until he arrived at a small, modern house. It was fully furnished, luxurious—nothing was missing. He honked, and the gateman opened for him since he knew he visited often.  

"Oyoo! Oyo! Oyo oyo oyooo!" A little girl, no older than four, ran out from where she was sitting. Behind her was a tall, well-dressed man.  

He wore medical glasses and was reading a newspaper—TodayNews—in his hands.  

"Oyo! Brother Naseer!" She hugged him tightly as he greeted her. "Welcome, my sweet sister. How was school?"  

"Eh, sister, you’re welcome."  

"Thanks," she said, adjusting her hair.  

"Sister, are you pregnant?"  

"Eh..."