CHEATERS CLUB 1 COMPLETE HAUSA NOVEL BY SURAYYAHMS

Aida Beauty Salon, one of the most luxurious beauty spas in Lagos, welcomed the latest bride-to-be, the popular young woman Halisa Mansa, widely known as Halsy Queen, along with her close-knit group of friends who shared a deep bond, always seen together and inseparable.
Their friendship was truly rare, almost as if they were siblings, bound by a bond that had lasted since childhood. Today was a special day of immense joy and excitement for them, one that was hard to express in words.
The radiance on each of their faces reflected pure happiness. Each woman was dressed in a luxurious royal blue silk, specially made for this day by a famous designer, Zuhair Murad, using soft Indonesian silk that hugged their curves perfectly. They all wore elegant accessories from Wenger’s luxury diamond collection, with matching high heels, clutches, watches, bracelets, and identical dress styles. Their makeup, which enhanced their beauty further, was a lavish yet delicate look, making it hard to take one’s eyes off them.
This exclusive group of five friends were all beautiful, classy, and mature, with none of them bearing any traces of youth. They were women in their late 20s to early 30s, and each had a unique look and beauty.
Halisa Roberts Mansa, or Halsy Queen, was caramel-skinned, tall, and model-like, with a perfect shape. Amina Ali Talba, called Meenal Talba, was light-skinned, tall, and of medium build. Shema'u Usman Marafa, or Shema Marafa, was a striking black beauty with natural elegance who needed no makeup. Hadiza Umar Maitaima, known as Dije Meitama, had fair skin with flawless, refined features due to cosmetic surgery, exuding high-class sophistication. Lastly, Victoria Williams Baltimore, or Vicky, had an hourglass figure reminiscent of African American women, with long, flowing hair reaching her back that required no extensions.
Three of the friends were Muslims, and two were Christians, but they all shared similar lifestyles and characters, making their differences unnoticeable. They had been through everything together, and as of now, all but Halisa were married. With her marriage taking place today, they felt immense happiness and excitement.
The entire Aida Beauty spa was decorated in Halisa's wedding theme colors. Her favorite colors, royal blue and gold, adorned the place with white balloons bouncing everywhere. They reserved the spa for themselves, meaning no other guests would be attended to that day.
In front of the mirror, the bride sat gracefully, surrounded by golden glitter decorations. Her makeup was breathtaking, with a smoky eye look enhanced by golden glitters, bringing out her elegance. Her luxurious wedding gown was shaped to perfection and emitted a lovely fragrance of Creed Aventus mixed with Lattafa. She sat beautifully like a queen, her caramel skin glowing with a silky sheen that came from her Somali heritage. Her closest friend, Meenal Talba, stood by her, hand on her shoulder, both with soft smiles as they admired their beauty in the mirror after the expensive makeover.
Their group, now known as "The Power Housewives," was complete. Their husbands were calm and composed men, except for Halisa's groom, whom they nicknamed "Sweetboy" for his accommodating nature and loyalty to Halisa, despite her hardships.
Around 9 a.m., most of the friends were busy with their phones. Halisa had been trying to reach her groom, "Zach," but hadn't seen him online since 8 p.m. the previous day. The silence had made her anxious, but Meenal tried to reassure her, taking her phone away to keep her calm.
While Vicky and Hadiza anxiously discussed the absence of the groom's family and friends at the event, they exchanged worried glances. Just as the tension heightened, Shema'u arrived, her flowing gown catching the light as she gracefully descended the stairs. Her reassuring smile was enough to make them all pause, even as she wondered aloud if everything was alright.
As they climbed back up to the beauty parlor, they found Halisa surrounded by balloons, looking like a princess but with a trace of worry in her eyes. 
Hadiza’s tears fell as she looked at her friend with compassion, while Meenal and the others all felt a chill of sympathy. Gently, Hadiza hugged her and said, “It’s okay, Halisa; we all believe you. That’s why we decided to take you to the wedding venue ourselves. We shouldn’t wait for anyone.”
Halisa smiled as they said this, and they all hugged tightly, her friends watching them with warm smiles, each feeling the emotion.
Just then, Vicky interrupted, “Enough, girls! Let’s get our bride to the church; it’s almost time.”
With a playful woo-hoo, Shema’u started dancing and twirling around. She and Vicky high-fived and cheered with Halisa, all laughing, lifting each other’s spirits until they felt back to themselves.
They quickly got up and composed themselves, each wearing a smile as they surrounded the stunning Halisa, giving her the princess treatment.
They made their way down the spa steps in graceful strides that drew everyone’s gaze. The beauty and elegance surrounding them caught the eyes and hearts of everyone they passed, especially with Halisa in the center. They were hyping her up with love songs as they descended the steps, calming Halisa’s worries, and she began to smile, her face relaxing and casting a radiant glow. Photographers captured each breath-taking moment as she continued down in her mesmerizing attire.
Walking to a fleet of elegant SUVs, white and black in color, Halisa was seated in a white Mechano Jeep, her favorite color being black but embracing this special day. She sat with her driver, Uztaz, a neat, gentle Hausa man who was close to her and took pride in working for her. His happiness for her radiated, and one might even think he was the groom.
Meenal adjusted Halisa’s wedding gown carefully as they all climbed in, while Vicky recorded everything on video, smiling. Shema’u let out a celebratory scream as Hadiza recited words of praise for Halisa, warming her heart.
With the convoy on its way, Halisa’s friends shared stories and laughter, calming her fears about the whereabouts of her fiancé, Zach. But deep down, her mind was uneasy, wondering what could’ve kept him.
Meenal, in the black SUV behind Halisa, frantically checked her phone, waiting for Zach to respond. She’d last spoken with him the night before and couldn’t help but wonder if something she’d told him about Halisa’s past had caused his absence. Her mind raced as she texted him, her hands shaking, but her face remained calm in front of Halisa to avoid worrying her further.
Victoria’s thoughts also seemed elsewhere as she rode in her decorated Mechano Jeep ahead of Halisa’s, while Hadiza, in her own white SUV, sat quietly with the AC blasting, lost in thought.
Their convoy attracted stares as it arrived at a stunning, modern celestial church with tight security. Upon seeing that only their own guests were at the entrance and that no one from Zach’s side had arrived, Halisa’s heart started pounding. She stared at her watch, anxiety spreading as she realized they were already 40 minutes late.
Victoria, a Christian familiar with the church’s security, was able to ease their entry. Their stylish procession into the church, coupled with the lavish decorations, left everyone impressed.
The crowd, consisting of friends, family, business associates, and public figures, had gathered to celebrate Halisa’s big day, a wedding announced on various media outlets as the "wedding of the week." Ushers were busy organizing different shades of food, from traditional Nigerian dishes to international cuisines, for the guests.
Despite the celebration, Halisa’s mind was in turmoil. Surrounded by her friends, she felt the weight of Zach’s absence and fought to maintain composure, reminding herself of her friends and the attendees who had come to celebrate with her. Victoria stepped in to reassure the pastor, explaining that the groom was on his way but delayed by family matters.
The pastor finally began with a lengthy prayer, followed by lively choir music to lift everyone’s spirits. But as the minutes passed, Halisa’s silent tears fell, hidden under her veil, each one a testament to the growing dread in her heart.
She kept glancing at her watch, noting that over an hour had passed, yet Zach was nowhere to be found. Her friends tried everything to keep her spirits up, adjusting her gown, handing her flowers, and giving her reassuring smiles. But Halisa could feel herself slipping into despair, wondering how Zach could leave her feeling so humiliated on what was meant to be the happiest day of her life.
As they slowly entered the church, guests rose in a standing ovation, captivated by Halisa’s stunning appearance. Photographers and media teams covered every step she took, capturing the elegance and grace she embodied as she walked down the aisle, veiling her worries with a carefully composed smile.
The friends quietly convened with the pastor to buy more time, stalling as they prayed for Zach’s arrival. 
Quickly and gently, Hadiza grabbed her hand, slowly and calmly trying to soothe and reassure her, while also in a state of worry herself. She was trying to control her thoughts, especially to figure out what she should tell Halisa to save her dignity at that moment.
Taking a deep breath, with a trembling voice, Hadiza said, "Shush, Halisa, please calm down. Calm down, okay? It’s nothing… there’s nothing in it."
Halisa shook her head, not believing her, and through tears, said, "Just tell me."
Hadiza looked at her, trying to calm her down, and then said, "Okay, yes, yes, the message was about Zach. Halisa, I’m so sorry. I used my male cybersecurity expert to track Zach and his friends because I couldn’t bear to see them treat you this way. I mean, this waiting is uncalled for, Halisa. Our dignity is being dragged down in front of everyone for nothing. I did what I thought I could do; please forgive me."
Before she could close her mouth, they were both staring intensely at her. In a soft voice, Meenal said, "So, what did you find?" She closed her eyes briefly before opening them, her voice trembling, and said, "I just checked his location, and…." She paused, took a deep breath, and fell silent. Her heart was pounding as she felt like just telling the truth, but remembering what revealing the truth might lead to, she added, "I checked, but I couldn’t find anything. There’s nothing. Zach might be somewhere else, maybe stuck in traffic. Let’s just pray he arrives soon." Halisa kept looking at her mouth with a skeptical expression.
As soon as she finished speaking, Hadiza looked away, lowering her head, feeling a quiet sob build up that she held back so they wouldn’t know she was lying.
Slowly, Halisa turned away, heartbroken, saying, "Blood of Jesus!" She closed her eyes, and Meenal hugged her gently, noticing she was closing her eyes as if hoping Hadiza hadn’t told the truth because she sensed there was something being hidden from them. Meenal kept comforting her, saying, "Halisa, calm down. Dije said there’s nothing wrong. I’m sure Zach will come by soon."
In a low tone, Halisa responded, "When, Meenal? It’s almost noon; I’m supposed to be Mrs. Zach David Wellington by now." Gently, Meenal said, "Shush, quiet… just control yourself. People are starting to realize what’s going on, so you better smile, okay?" Slowly, she nodded her head.
The three of them fell silent as if on command. Hadiza, with difficulty, swallowed her emotions, looked at Meenal directly, her eyes expressing her true desire that this event would just end, even if they weren’t going to tell Halisa the truth. At least they could stop making a fool out of the guests since she knew the wedding wouldn’t happen. She looked at Meenal and said, "Babe, I got his secretary's number, and it’s actually active. What do you think we should do?"
Before Meenal could respond, Halisa interrupted, "Please give me the number. Let me call her; I want to ask about Zach… maybe she knows something."
Almost in unison, they both said, "No!" Halisa was about to speak, but Meenal cut her off, looking seriously at her, saying with emphasis, "I said NO, Halisa. How many times do I have to tell you to control yourself? Everyone is watching you. We are here to handle this."
Hadiza chimed in, "Exactly!"
Halisa said nothing further and kept quiet.
Meenal took the number and quickly went outside.
As soon as she got outside, Vicky and Shemau rushed toward her, looking disheveled, hurrying over as everyone was looking at them, waiting eagerly to find out what was going on. People had been waiting for a long time and were growing restless.
When they reached Meenal, Shemau looked at the crowd's expectant eyes and then said, "We’re in big trouble today… Meenal, why are you outside, and who did you leave with her in the church?"
Meenal let out a sigh and replied, "She’s with Hadiza. We got an active number for Zach’s secretary, so we’re going to call to find out where he is."
Surprised, Shemau said, "Wow… so…." With a deep sigh of relief, Vicky thanked Jesus, then interrupted angrily, saying, "Girl, call that bastard now, and I’m going to give him a piece of my mind, that scoundrel."
Meenal looked at them, saying, "Calm down, girl; I will do it right away. That’s why I came out here. She was about to dial when she looked at Vicky and said, "Wait, Vicky, please go inside with them… Halisa is silently crying, we need to comfort her. When is this waiting going to end, for God’s sake?"
Shemau closed her eyes and said, "She’s crying?!" Vicky said, "Of course she’s crying; how is this public humiliation even fair?" Shemau responded, "There is no power or might except with Allah… May God punish some men."
Vicky shook her head in utter frustration, visibly showing her anger. She didn’t say a word and quickly returned to the church, heading towards Hadiza and Halisa, who were sitting with forced smiles for the people, exchanging no words but feeling uneasy about what was happening.
Pastor Johnson was giving a sermon, making light-hearted jokes just so people wouldn’t start to get upset from the long wait, as some had been there since 8 a.m., and it was now almost noon.
As soon as Vicky left, Shemau and Meenal dialed the number. They realized it was an international number, which only rang twice before being answered.
Meenal said, "Hello."
They heard the voice of a foreign woman who said, "Hello, this is Zach and Zach Industries; how can I help you, ma’am?"
Meenal replied, "Oh yes, I want to speak to your boss; tell him it’s urgent."
The secretary responded, "I’m sorry, ma’am, but all urgent calls are directed to his hotline."
Shemau grabbed the phone rudely, saying, "What do you mean by that, you little servant… hand it over."
The secretary calmly replied, "I’m sorry, ma’am, but Sir isn’t available on calls at the moment."
Quickly, Meenal interjected, "I know, so where is he now?"
The secretary replied, "I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t share his personal information."
Shemau took the phone again and checked the location, seeing that it was London, which completely confused her.
Using her wits, she said, "Fine, this is about his contract with Finland Construction Company in Abuja, Nigeria. One of the files he submitted to us is missing, and his multi-million naira contract with us might be terminated in a few hours if he doesn’t call us urgently. So, if you like, hold onto his personal information and risk the multi-million contract." She made sure to emphasize the "multi-million" before concluding with, "Idiot," and angrily hung up.
All this didn’t calm her down as she started thinking deeply about how Zach was in London, wondering how and when.
Meenal looked at her, seeing how deeply she was lost in thought, sighed, and said, "Oh, Shemau, can’t you be a bit less hot-headed? The secretary is just doing her job. Being polite won’t hurt you, you know. Look how you’re berating her as if she’s the one at fault."
Shemau glared at her and replied, "And what were you expecting me to do, Meenal? Act like the secretary is Queen Elizabeth of London? Are you on something? I don’t even get how Zach is in London… Did you know he was in London?"
Meenal said nothing, rolling her eyes. Finally, she said, "What do you expect me to know? It’s not like I know where he is…"