Baby Zuma Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The ringing of the phone woke her from the sweet sleep she was enjoying. She let out a long, heavy sigh of annoyance, "Mtswwww," in her sleepy daze, and picked up the phone without checking who was calling. "Hello," she said.
On the other end, a voice said, "Oh come on, Baby Zuma, please hurry up and come over. You know how desperate I am, I swear. How long has it been since we last met? I'm at the hotel where we usually meet. Please come quickly, I swear, Baby Zuma, I might die if you don't come." That was what was said over the phone.
She let out a sigh, "Hmmm." In her cool voice, she said, "Yasir, just forget it, I can't come. Seriously, I'm sleepy. I didn't even sleep last night, and now you want me to come over early this morning? Honestly, I can't, I'm too sleepy. Just find someone else," she said as she hung up the phone and went back to sleep.
The persistent ringing of the phone began to annoy her. Just as she was about to press the button to turn off the phone, she heard the alert tone for a 500k credit notification, followed by a text message that read: Please Baby Zuma, come over, I swear I'll give you whatever amount you want. You know that if I don't have sex with you, I don't enjoy it and I don't get satisfied. Please, I'm waiting for you in Room 109. Please Baby, come, I love you.
She let out another sigh, then sat up on the huge bed she was lying on without replying to the message. She then swung her smooth, shapely thighs out of bed—thighs that glistened beautifully due to her fair complexion and luxurious lifestyle. Her long hair, which was scattered across her face in a tangled mess, was swept back and tied in the middle. She stood up, stretched, and walked into the restroom.
Nadrah was a beautiful, well-endowed woman. She was quite tall, exceptionally fair-skinned without a single blemish on her body, and had a long face with large, captivating eyes—the kind of sexy eyes that draw attention. Her nose was long and sharp like a pencil, and she had a small mouth with pink lips; you would think she was wearing lip gloss because of how naturally shiny they were. She had firm, perky breasts and full, well-rounded hips. She was only 16 years old, but looking at her, you would swear she was 20 or 21 because of how fully developed and curvy her body was.
She spent 15 minutes inside before coming out with a towel wrapped around her chest, using a smaller towel to dry her hair. She walked over to the mirror, picked up a hair dryer, and began drying her hair, which she had gotten wet.
It took her about an hour to get ready. She dressed in revealing undergarments that fitted her tightly, accentuating every single curve of her body perfectly. Then, she threw a sky-blue abaya over it and elegantly styled the matching small veil around her head. She looked incredibly beautiful, just like an Arab woman. She sprayed herself with sweet-scented perfumes until she smelled amazing. She put on a pair of large sunglasses that further enhanced her striking beauty, picked up her iPhone 15 Pro Max, her small handbag, and her car keys. Stepping into a pair of high heels, she walked into the living room.
She saw her mom sitting on a sofa in the living room watching TV. She greeted her and was about to walk past when her Momma asked, "Nadrah, are you going out?" She simply nodded her head. Momma said, "Safe travels. Please bring back that chicken and ice cream for me, my mouth feels so sour and tasteless." Nadrah just replied, "Okay," and walked out because she disliked long conversations.
Arriving at the parking space, she got into her large car. The gate had already been opened for her, so she drove out of the house slowly.
She parked her car at the Shahara Hotel. She sat inside for about 10 minutes before slowly stepping her fair feet out of the car, locking it with the key. She began to walk gracefully and slowly; everywhere she passed, she left behind the beautiful fragrance of the perfume wafting from her body. That was how she made her way to Room 109, the number he had sent her.
As for Yasir, ever since he noticed she didn't reply, he knew she would come. Even though he had been waiting for her for over an hour, he knew her nature—she could keep a person waiting for up to 3 hours without a care in the world. From a distance, he caught the scent of her perfume. Before she could even knock, she found the door swinging open.
He quickly reached out, pulled her against his body, and she fell onto his broad chest while he let out a heavy sigh of relief. Inhaling her scent like someone driven wild, he began to shower her with passionate kisses all over.
Softly, she said, "Yasir, lock the door first." With great difficulty, he let her go just long enough to lock the door. Then, frantically, he pulled her back into his arms, smelling her fragrant hair. He reached out and began removing the veil she had wrapped around her head along with her abaya, immediately exposing the stunning shape of her body. Gently, he whispered, "Sweet Zuma, I missed you so much, I swear." In a frenzy, he locked his lips with hers and began kissing her deeply.