Ban Fi Karfinta Ba Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

I walked slowly with my usual calm, beautiful, and captivating gait. Even so, I felt like I was rushing because of the errand my mother sent me on at the market. I didn't want to miss a commercial tricycle (A daidaita sa) to take me there, given the nature of our neighborhood. There were three drivers in our massive house—or rather, their house—yet my mother forbade me from using any of the cars to get where I needed to go. In her words, I had to know my place as the daughter of a helpless housemaid to avoid humiliation. This was despite knowing the drivers wouldn't disrespect me, since we all shared the same plight of ill-treatment at the hands of the mistress of the house.

It was only from the master of the house and the eldest son that we got any respite. Aside from them, as far as the rest of the family was concerned, we and the animals in the farm section of the compound were all the same—save for just three out of the seven family members: Ya Ameen, the eldest son; Afnan, the youngest child; and the head of the house himself, Alhaji Mustapha Dambulan.

Unawares, I bumped into someone while hurrying along to avoid being seen by the drivers—since I didn't want them offering to drive me. Instantly, I stumbled backward and was about to hit the ground when I felt myself pulled back with force, falling right against his broad, imposing chest. At that moment, the familiar scent of his perfume, which always had a way of leaving me flustered, washed over me.

"Subhanallah," I gasped, pulling back quickly. Yet, his grip remained firm on my upper arm, and he didn't let go immediately.

"I'm so sorry, please, Yaya..."

"Shhh 🤫," he cut short my apology.

With his usual air of authority and reserved nature, he barely opened his mouth to speak softly, "It's okay, forget it. But be careful next time; it's not good to walk around lost in thought."

He spoke so quietly that only I could hear him—though that was just how he talked. If you didn't know him well, you would think he was talking to himself with only his lips moving.

He released my arm, walked right past me, and kept going as if he hadn't just spoken to me.

I shook my head, still unable to regain my composure. My heart raced, and I struggled to catch my breath, feeling as though he had taken my air away with him as he walked off.

I turned around and watched his back until he stepped into his neat, beautiful, and elegantly furnished apartment situated on one side of the compound.