Auren Yarjejeniya Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete

Rimi Clinic! A sleek black Lexus X750 pulled up and parked, followed by two other vehicles that also parked behind it. Each of the vehicles bore the inscription Amj Big Man at the back. The doors of the vehicles behind opened simultaneously, and six men dressed in all-black outfits stepped out. They were well-built, muscular men—clearly bodyguards.
A towering, dark-skinned man with a stern, emotionless face walked over to the black vehicle with tinted windows and respectfully opened the back door. Immediately, a rich, captivating scent filled the air—a fragrance that lingered in the mind. There was a moment of stillness for about ten seconds before the man inside stepped out, revealing long, well-formed legs clad in coffee-brown cover shoes. With a calm yet commanding presence, he fully emerged from the car, his tall, handsome face carrying an air of authority. His facial expression remained firm, with no trace of a smile. He was dressed in coffee-brown trousers paired with a milk-colored shirt, his waist secured with a matching brown belt.
This was Abdallah Mohd Jibo—the young billionaire popularly known as Big Man, a charismatic young man of remarkable presence and undeniable elegance.
He frowned slightly as he studied the hospital building, running a hand through his well-groomed black hair. Checking his wristwatch, which was strapped onto his firm wrist, he noted the time: 10:12 AM on a Tuesday morning. Without a word, he began walking steadily toward the hospital entrance, his bodyguards following closely behind.
From a distance, people watched in awe. Big Man was widely known among the masses, though many perceived him as arrogant. He walked straight to Room 11, and upon reaching the door, he signaled to his bodyguards to wait outside before stepping in alone.
A few nurses sitting nearby exchanged glances as they whispered, "Wow! He looks like a god himself. Any woman lucky enough to have him is truly blessed."
Another responded, "If he were light-skinned, one might think he's not even African. Just look at his flawless hair."
Unbothered by their chatter, Big Man walked into the room, his signature fragrance filling the air. His greeting was barely audible, as though he didn't really want to say it.
Inside the room, Kamal lay on the hospital bed with an IV drip attached to his arm, while TJ and Junuid sat on white plastic chairs nearby. The moment they saw Big Man enter, their faces brightened, and they eagerly responded to his greeting, though his lips barely moved when he spoke.
Junuid stood up and gestured toward an empty seat, "My friend, have a seat. But honestly, if you knew the real reason behind Kamal’s sickness, you wouldn’t have bothered visiting."
He finished his sentence while looking directly at Big Man, who, as usual, remained silent. Instead, he simply extended his hand for a handshake, greeting Junuid and TJ before finally sitting down and pulling out his phone.
"My friend, good morning," Kamal said weakly.
Big Man took about five seconds before looking at him, and in his deep, authoritative voice, he asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Alhamdulillah, I’m getting better. They’ll discharge me later today."
"Okay. What exactly is wrong with you?"
TJ and Junuid burst into mischievous laughter at the question. Big Man simply smirked without saying a word.
Kamal, lowering his voice, pleaded, "Please, my friend, my Leemart is on her way to see me. When she arrives, please don’t scold or intimidate her."
Big Man exhaled sharply, stood up, and placed one leg on the chair he had been sitting on. With a piercing stare directed at Kamal, he said in a firm, slightly annoyed tone, "I can't believe this, Kamal! You ended up in the hospital because of love? And worse, because of that little girl, Leemart? So, she actually loves you? And you’re not even embarrassed that you fell sick over this mere child? I don't understand what you people call love!"
He finished his statement with a look of pure disdain.
TJ, still smiling, replied, "You speak like this because you’ve never truly been in love, my friend. If you had, you’d understand the pain."
Big Man scoffed and said, "May God forbid me from experiencing such nonsense. I have no time for this so-called love. And as for your request that I don’t scold her—forget it. I’m leaving now. I just came to let you know that I see what you’re hiding from me. But don’t expect me to entertain such childish behavior. You can keep playing love games with these little girls while real women exist."
He clicked his tongue in irritation before storming out of the room, leaving behind the lingering trail of his expensive cologne.
Kamal sighed deeply and muttered, "Honestly, Big Man and Preety are not a good match at all."
TJ smirked, "If not her, then who else do you think can tolerate his arrogance and actually marry him? Unless someone who loves him just as deeply as she does."
Kamal sighed, "She only loves him for two reasons—his wealth and his irresistible charm, just so she can show him off. But they are simply not meant for each other. He should marry someone he genuinely loves and who loves him back."
Junuid shook his head, "That’s a fantasy. Even Preety has to practically chase after him just to get his attention. If she calls, he might not even pick up. But when he finally decides to acknowledge her, he doesn’t hold back."
As they conversed, Leemart and Sa’ada entered the room after exchanging greetings.
Kamal, excited, said, "Baby sister of Big Man, you didn’t go to school today?"
Sa’ada, smiling, replied, "I was running late, Kamal. Even my brother doesn’t know I didn’t go."
She took a seat, while Leemart lowered her gaze, feeling uneasy under Kamal’s intense stare. After greeting everyone, Sa’ada, a 13-year-old girl, turned to Leemart and whispered, "I’ll wait outside for you, but don’t take too long. You know Big Man comes home by 12 PM, and if he finds out I skipped school, he’ll scold me."
Leemart simply nodded, and with that, Sa’ada left the room to join their driver outside.
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Meanwhile, Alhaji Mohd Jibo, Big Man's father, was a wealthy man—a former Minister of Petroleum and a major contractor with vast business interests. Originally from Yola, he had moved to Kaduna for business with his younger brother, Usman. Alhaji Mohd was a strikingly handsome Fulani man who had met Jamila in Kaduna, and they had fallen deeply in love before getting married.
Two years into their marriage, they welcomed their first son, Abdallah. When Abdallah was three, they had another son, Mohd (Khalifa), who sadly passed away as a baby. From then on, Jamila never had another child until Usman’s wife, Aisha, gave birth to Sadeeq and later Haleematu, who was commonly called Leemart.
By the time Leemart was five, Jamila miraculously gave birth to Sa’ada, and from the moment she was born, Daddy, Ammi (Jamila), and Abdallah adored her deeply.
However, three years ago, Alhaji Mohd shocked his family by deciding to take a second wife, Balki. His first wife, Jamila, was devastated, as she had been with him for decades. Eventually, Balki used black magic to break their marriage, and Alhaji Mohd divorced Jamila with two pronouncements.
Abdallah despised Balki and blamed her for his mother’s suffering. However, Balki had an ulterior motive—she wanted Abdallah to marry her daughter, Hafsat, so they could inherit his wealth. But fate had other plans…