Dama Ta Biyu Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A young man was lying on a wide bed, sprawled out, fast asleep and even drooling. The way he was hugging the pillow, you’d swear his life depended on it. He had two pillows, one under each hand, which he had tucked in comfortably. He was enjoying the sleep so much that even the way he had spread his legs was something to look at. The bedroom was huge, which showed he was sleeping in a big house. Almost all the bedsheets on the bed were messed up and scattered, while the blanket lay on the floor somewhere else. You’d think a mini war had taken place in the bedroom.
The door of the room opened and a big woman rushed in, her eyes wide as she saw the person lying there as if nothing in the world mattered.
“Subhanallah…” was what the woman said in extreme surprise as she headed toward the bed.
“Faiz!” she called out as she got to the bedside. The one called Faiz didn’t move at all. The slim, fair-skinned woman standing by the bed gently placed her hand on him—not too hard, but enough for him to feel it, especially since he looked so fragile. Startled, the young man said,
“What… the… fuck!!” as he lifted his head and opened his eyes, which were very heavy. If you saw his eyes, you’d swear hot coals had been put into them, judging by how red and sunken they were.
“Faiz…” she called again, watching as he began to close his eyes, trying to go back to sleep.
“Wai… what!” the young man said, his face looking like he was about to cry.
“You’re very stupid… stand up and check what time it is…” she said, sounding very angry.
The young man opened his eyes again, pouted, and looked at the bedside clock sitting next to the bed. He stared at the clock as if he couldn’t see clearly. After looking to his satisfaction, he said,
“8… 4… 5…” the words coming out of his mouth as if he was just learning how to talk.
“8:45 and you’re still lying here… why is it that you don’t like taking a single responsibility as the first son of this family… even boys in their twenties don’t behave the way you do… some of your mates are married…” She hadn’t finished when the young man lying there said,
“And some… of your mates… are… dead,” he said directly to her.
She slapped him again and he shouted as he slid off the bed from the other side, with an erection he wasn’t ashamed to show, almost tearing through his shorts. That was actually why he refused to get up in the first place. When she hit him, he kept rubbing the s pot, saying—