Abbanah Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

"Please, Uncle, call my dad for me; he still hasn't come," she said in a pampered tone, her voice trembling as if she were about to burst into tears. All her other friends had already been picked up, and she was the only one left at the school. Furthermore, she hated anyone else picking her up or dropping her off except her father. Her teacher looked up at her; she was a young girl of about 14 years old, but spoiled beyond description. She was truly beautiful, Masha Allah—fair-skinned, with a nose as long and straight as a reed, and highly captivating eyes. They weren't very large, nor could they be called small, but if you stared closely into them, they appeared slightly intense. Yet, they were perfectly healthy; it was simply her sheer mischievousness and the way she used them that made them look that way. He let out a sigh before saying, "Alright, let me call him." He spoke as he pulled out his phone and dialed her father's number. God knows he was deeply fond of the girl, but in his view, she was too young to be courted at her current age. He called her father about four times without an answer. Finally, he gave up, turned to look at her, and said, "Be patient, NAJLAH. Your dad didn't answer my call. Maybe he is busy with something, or would you like me to take you home?" She pouted, turned around, and walked out of the office without saying a word to him. He followed her with his gaze until she disappeared from view, watching how her wide hips swayed as if she were doing it on purpose. If she was like this before even reaching full womanhood, he wondered what she would be like as a matured woman. He closed his eyes and held his chest, praying to God to grant him this girl if she was destined to be his.
She went back to the school premises, sat down, buried her head between her knees, and began to sob like a baby because she was starting to get scared by her father's delay.
AL-NAJ HOSPITAL
A prominent man was pacing back and forth inside a massive office that was exceptionally beautiful and well-designed. He was pacing up and down, unable to sit or stand still. He was a man of about 51 years old, but luxury, wealth, and natural good looks had concealed his age. He was a first-class handsome, dark-skinned man with a strong, athletic build. He possessed an extraordinary attractiveness; from all indications, he was arguably even more handsome than Najlah, with the only difference being their complexion. He had a long nose and large, dreamy eyes that made him look sleepy at a single glance. He was an upright, honorable man who respected human dignity. At this moment in the hospital, he was entirely distressed, simply waiting to hear what the doctors would tell him.
A doctor entered the office and said respectfully, "Dr., the surgery was successfully completed, by God's grace. She has now been moved to the VIP ward." He let out a deep sigh of relief before saying, "Alhamdulillah." The main reason he was so distressed over Zainab's illness was Najlah; he knew for certain that if she lost her mother at this time, she would face an immense crisis. However, if that was what God had decreed, they would have no choice, as they had no power to escape the destiny of the Almighty. He sat down, pulled out his phone, and switched it on. Instantly, he jumped to his feet, exclaiming, "Subhanallah! Time has flown so fast, and here are missed calls from Najlah's teacher. I know for sure she is there throwing a tantrum, if she hasn't already cried." He rushed out of the hospital, and as he emerged, his security escort stepped forward and opened the car door for him. He got in, and they all entered their respective vehicles, started the engines, and headed toward Najlah's school.