AUREN YARJEJENIYA COMPLETE 

HAUSA NOVELS DOCUMENT

WRITING BY MOMMYN FAREESA

DESCRIPTION BOOK

*Rimi Clinic*! A sleek black Lexus X750 pulled up and parked, with two other cars parking right behind it. On each of the cars behind, “Amj Big Man” was written. All doors opened, and six men dressed entirely in black stepped out — clearly bodyguards, strong and imposing. A huge, imposing man with no hint of kindness on his face walked over to the black car’s tinted back seat and respectfully opened the door. Immediately, an alluring, captivating fragrance filled the air. For about 10 seconds, they all stood still as the person they’d opened the door for extended his long, elegant legs, wearing coffee-brown cover shoes. Calmly and confidently, he exited the car, a presence filled with dignity and charisma that had become his signature.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

• This was *Abdallah Mohd Jibo*, a young billionaire, widely known as *Big Man*, a young man full of life and elegance. His tall, handsome face showed no hint of a smile. He wore coffee-brown trousers with a milk-colored shirt, his waist cinched with a matching coffee-brown belt. As he looked at the clinic, he adjusted his neatly styled black hair, glanced at the watch on his wrist — 10:12 AM this Tuesday morning — and, without saying a word, began walking toward the entrance. His bodyguards followed him, and people watched from afar as he approached, as he was a well-known public figure. Many people saw him as proud or arrogant.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He headed straight to Room 11, and upon arriving, he signaled his bodyguards to wait outside. He pushed open the door and entered. Several nurses sitting nearby noticed him and whispered, “Wow, he’s stunning, almost as if he created himself. Any girl lucky enough to catch this guy would be set for life!” Another nurse commented, “With looks like that, you’d think he was mixed, not fully African, because of his fair skin and thick hair.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

• Unaware of the attention, Big Man entered the room, emanating his mesmerizing scent, and greeted the others there in a way that made it seem he didn’t want to be there. Kamal was lying on the bed with an IV drip, while TJ and Junuid sat on white plastic chairs nearby. As Big Man entered, they smiled widely, responding to his greeting and noting the slight movement of his brown lips as he spoke.

 

Junuid stood up from his seat and said, “My friend, there’s a chair here, please sit down. But if you knew the real reason Kamal is sick, you wouldn’t have bothered to come.” He ended his statement, looking at Big Man. The aloof Big Man didn’t respond; he just extended his hand, shook hands with him and TJ, and then took a seat on the white chair, tapping away on his phone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

• “Good morning, my friend,” Kamal greeted him. Big Man waited almost five seconds before responding, and then, in his rich, smooth voice, he said, “How’s your health?” Kamal replied, “Alhamdulillah, I’m better. They said they’ll discharge me later today.” Big Man simply asked, “What’s wrong with you?” as TJ and Junuid stifled laughter. Kamal, lowering his voice, said, “Please, my friend, my Leemart is on her way to visit me. Please, don’t scare her or be rude…”

 

Big Man sighed deeply, stood up, placed one leg on the chair, and gave Kamal a scornful look. In a sharp tone, he said, “I’m surprised, Kamal, that you ended up in the hospital because of love. It’s pathetic, especially for this young girl, Leemart. So she actually likes you back now? Aren’t you ashamed to have landed in the hospital over someone half your age? I don’t get why you people think love is such a big deal.” He ended with a sneer, and TJ, smiling, said, “You don’t know what it feels like because you’re used to having your way. If you did, you’d know that love can be painful, my friend.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

• Big Man grimaced and said, “God forbid I ever experience that. I have no time for such nonsense.” He sighed again and said, “I only came to check on you because I knew what you were hiding from me. But don’t expect me to entertain her in your presence. You can keep playing with these young girls under the name of love while ignoring more suitable women who’d be serious with you.” With that, he clicked his tongue, smirked, and Kamal, shaking his head, muttered, “Hmm, that’s just Big Man for you. Whoever he falls in love with, they probably aren’t right for each other, which is why he doesn’t know what love is. To love is to care, not to be loved.” Kamal continued, “And you stand out in a crowd because of your status. You’re used to people chasing you, whether you want it or not, which makes you look down on others. And don’t forget, Leemart is only 18 years old. Is that not still a young girl?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Big Man sighed in frustration and said, “Stop with all that nonsense, Kamal,” as he walked to the door, opened it forcefully, and left, leaving behind the lingering scent of his cologne. Kamal sighed deeply and said, “Honestly, Big Man isn’t suited to be with Preety.” TJ replied, “Do you really think anyone else could tolerate his arrogance enough to marry him? Only if someone loves him as much as she does.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

• Kamal shook his head, reflecting on his friend’s extreme outlook and the rigid mindset of their friend, Big Man, knowing that TJ and Junuid only kept his company because of his wealth. Just then, Leemart and Sa’ada entered the room, greeting them with bright smiles. Kamal greeted them excitedly, saying, “My dear baby sister, Abdallah’s baby sister, no school today?” Smiling, Sa’ada replied, “I’m late, Kamal. Even my brother doesn’t know I didn’t go.” She finished her statement as they both sat down, while TJ and Junuid stood up to give them room.

 

Leemart, however, remained shy, keeping her head down and unable to settle due to the intense gaze Kamal directed at her. They both greeted them politely, then Sa’ada, a 13-year-old, said, “Aunty Leemart, I’ll wait outside, but don’t take too long, okay? Let’s go home soon. You know my brother comes home by noon. If he finds out I didn’t go to school, he’ll punish me.”