Elhajj Complete Hausa Novel

<h2>Elhajj Complete Hausa Novel</h2>
She focused on the religious books arranged neatly on the center table, her eyes shielded by white glasses she wore whenever she read or used her phone. The red lace adorning her body glimmered through the intricate stitching. He sat beside her, handing her a cup of tea, and she looked up at him with eyes that revealed pure affection. Shagwaba interjected, "You're not going out for ELHAJJ, are you?"
 
He closed his eyes momentarily, checking his wristwatch. She playfully tapped her feet on the ground, saying, "It's alright—I know you prefer actions over words."
 
His hand brushed her cheek gently, as if his lips ached to speak. "You're growing up," he murmured. "Stop being a 30-year-old child."
 
She nestled against his broad chest. "Oh, Elhajj," she teased, "I'll remain a girl until you see me otherwise."
 
He grinned. "Well then, I'm off."
 
He pulled away, whispering a quick "goodbye." Outside, he moved with deliberate calmness. The security team stood, respectful but silent, as he slipped into the waiting car. Settling into the driver's seat, he retrieved his iPad. The driver hesitated, then asked, "Sir, where are we headed?"
 
After a few minutes, he replied, "To the new site."
 
"Understood, sir."
 
A 15-minute walk led him to a striking glass building. Its beauty lay in its simplicity. As he parked, the security guard opened the door. They followed him until he reached the private elevator, then stopped—allowing him to ascend alone. On the 5th floor, the meeting room awaited.
 
With quiet purpose, he entered. The assembled group regarded him as if he were the sole focal point. Without pausing to greet anyone, they delved into the matter at hand.