Ba Kai Nake So Ba Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Late Departure
“Meerah, how long are you going to take before coming out? You know the sun is hot already—what if we get there and they don’t allow us in?” a beautiful young lady said while checking her phone.
The girl called Meerah finally came out. She was dressed in a blue hijab with white stripes. She was a young lady, not more than eighteen years old. She had a long face that perfectly carried her large, expressive eyes framed with thick lashes. Her nose was neither too long nor too short, her small pink lips stood out, and her height was well-proportioned. She wasn’t slim but had a modest figure. A single glance at her and the girl who spoke earlier would tell you they were sisters—except one was fair while the other was chocolate-colored.
Meerah approached with a frown, clearly unwilling to talk. She slowly opened her mouth and said, “Meemah, here I am.”
“Well, you know how that man is. He might just say we won’t get to see him,” Meemah replied as she stepped out into the sun.
Meerah followed her, pulled the door shut, locked it, and dropped the key into her bag. They walked together while Meemah kept talking, but Meerah paid no attention. Seeing she wasn’t in the mood to talk, Meemah also went quiet.
They hired a tricycle, told the rider where they were going, got in, and left. When they reached the company gate, the rider parked and said, “Hajiya, please be quick and release me before the man comes out—they don’t allow parking here.”
Meemah opened her handbag. “I’m paying you now, sir. Please be patient,” she said as she handed him five hundred naira. He accepted it, started his machine, and left. The girls then headed for the gate.
Inside the Company
Since the company was recruiting new staff, the gate was always open. They greeted the security guard and walked into the large company premises. People were everywhere, each minding their own business. They asked for the MD’s office and were directed upstairs to the third floor. After asking again, they were shown the office and went straight there.
They knocked and were allowed in. With greetings on their lips, they entered, greeted those inside, and found seats. Meemah stood up, handed their documents to the PA, and returned to her seat.
They waited for a long time before their names were called. They both stood up to go in together, but the PA quickly stopped them. “One person, please.” Meerah stepped back and sat down.
Meemah went in and came out after about ten minutes. Then Meerah was called in. As she opened the office door, the scent of perfume welcomed her. She entered gently, greeting softly.
He was seated, focused on his laptop, his hair covering his face so only his mouth was visible. Without looking up, he pointed to a seat. She sat down quietly and handed him her documents. He took them and noticed the photograph attached. Slowly he spoke, “So you left earlier. What brought you back again?”
“They’re different people,” she replied with a frown.
He lifted his head and stared at her with his large, commanding eyes. From his looks, one would think he wasn’t even in Nigeria. She quickly looked away, tightening her face. He pressed the telephone and said, “Ask the lady who just left to come back in.” He dropped the phone and returned to his laptop.
Outside, the PA told Meemah to go in. Her heart skipped a beat as she prayed silently, “God, I hope Meerah didn’t say anything wrong.” She stood up and entered the office.
“Sir, I’m here,” she said softly.
He looked at both of them and asked coldly, “Are you twins?”
Before Meemah could answer, Meerah quickly said, “No, we’re cousins.”
He looked at her in disbelief; judging by her stern expression, it didn’t even seem like she spoke. He knew she was being sarcastic. “Oh, I thought you were just neighbors,” he said.
Meemah smiled lightly. “Sorry sir, we are sisters. I’m Meemah, and she’s Meerah.”
He smacked his lips and gestured for Meemah to leave. She shot Meerah a warning look and walked out, already planning to scold her at home for her rude behavior and silent arrogance.
Clash and Consequences
After Meemah left, about five minutes passed in silence. He kept working on his laptop while Meerah pressed her phone. Seeing she wouldn’t speak, he lifted his head and called, “Hey!”
She heard him clearly but didn’t look up, pretending she hadn’t heard. Angered, he called again, “Hey!”
She still showed no sign of hearing him. He went quiet, wondering if she had earphones on. He checked her documents again and then said, “Meeyah.”
She laughed inwardly—he couldn’t pronounce the letter R. Finally, she looked up. “Yes?”
He frowned. “Can you hear me, or have you forgotten why you came here? Didn’t you come to look for a job?”
“That’s true,” she replied, still pressing her phone.
“Okay, you can go. Start work tomorrow as my office and toilet cleaner. Be here by 7 a.m.,” he said sharply, staring at her intensely.
She raised her head. “If I’m not mistaken, I came here to apply for a job, right?” she asked, staring into his eyes.
He nodded without speaking.
“And shouldn’t I be placed in a position that matches my qualification? On what grounds are you making me a cleaner?” she asked, raising her voice slightly.
He held his head and gestured for her to leave. “Please get out. If you want to come tomorrow, come. If you don’t, don’t. It’s your cup of tea.”
Angrily, she grabbed her documents from his desk. The tea beside them spilled onto him. Without stopping, she stormed out of the office.
She didn’t even look at where Meemah was sitting—she rushed out like someone who had missed a flight. Meemah quickly followed her.
The hot tea burned him; he bit his lip and shut his eyes tightly, hearing the door slam. He stood up, locked the office, went to the toilet, changed his trousers, grabbed his phones, shut down his laptop, and left angrily.
He ignored everyone’s greetings, entered the elevator, pressed the top floor, and went down. His bodyguard opened the car quickly. People greeted him, surprised that he ignored them. He entered the car, the gate was opened, and they drove off.
On their way home, Meemah kept asking what happened, but Meerah ignored her. They took a tricycle home. Meerah opened the gate and entered their modest house—three bedrooms, a large living room, each room with its own toilet, a kitchen by the side, and a mango tree in the yard.
She opened the living room door and went straight to her room, anger burning inside her.