Eternal Love Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Arrival and Reunion
 
Pa pa pa pa... the sound of a private jet touching down — it had just landed on the runway at Alhaji Yusuf A. Bulama’s mansion. He was the famous wealthy businessman, a well-known tycoon in Nigeria.
A handsome young man stepped off the jet wearing a black T-shirt that hugged his body, combat pants in army khaki, and a p-cap pulled down to cover half his face. He wore stylish eyeglasses and carried a travelling bag slung over his right shoulder. He tilted his head, exhaled, pushed his p-cap back, and murmured “Masha Allah, tubarkallah.” One look at him and you’d be struck — he was a firm, impressive young man. He was probably not older than thirty, though he looked older than his years. He pulled his cap back down and adjusted his glasses while flashing a killer smile when he saw his group — his father and the others — who had come to pick him up.
 
Without thinking he stepped out of the jet with his scout (bodyguard) opening the way for him, then he ran like someone flying across the tarmac with his bag still hanging at his shoulder.
“Ammi” (Mom) got out of a black Sonata 2022 together with Papa; Muneer’s and everyone’s faces wore smiles — a field of cotton-white smiles — because they were overjoyed at the return of their beloved son after five years studying in France. Mommy and Maya were so happy at seeing Murad that their mouths could hardly close.
He dropped his bag and ran to hug Ammi so tightly as if someone would snatch her from him. Then he lifted her up and spun her around. Everyone laughed loudly except Mommy, who was trying to resist.
“Put me down! Put me down!” Ammi said, trying to get down. He set her down and hugged her again. “I missed you,” he said. “I didn’t even notice when my pen fell — I saw nothing until I came and smiled.” He had those striking, spectacular eyes and a little extra charm that made his face more handsome: a long nose and small pink lips — very attractive; not showy, just fine. Ammi pulled away holding his chin and tugged it gently.
“Ouch, it hurts! I know — that’s your punishment for spinning me,” she said, then, “I missed you too.”
Papa cleared his throat: “So you didn’t miss us at all, then?”
Quickly he turned to where he heard Papa’s voice and hugged him. “Don’t say that, Papa. I missed you as much.”
A. Yusuf laughed and hugged Murad, giving his back a few playful pats. “It’s okay, son — I’m kidding. We’re glad you’re back with us.”
“Maya said you stopped taking care of him,” Maya said, turning her face to show a sign of anger.
“I’m so sorry, my little pumpkin — come give me a hug.” Maya ran and called him “Mai Yaya” and hugged him back, laughing. “I know you can’t resist my Murad, I know.” they all laughed; Muneer joined in the welcome. Seeing Ammi’s eyes made him go over to greet Mommy. She answered with a warm, proud smile: “Finally our soldier is back — I’m so happy.” She didn’t even look directly at him; he didn’t know why, but he despised her so much.
 
“Okay, let’s get going — people are waiting at the house.”
Quickly his scout/bodyguard opened a black Rotan, new model, and they zoomed off toward the mansion. The convoy looked like that of a president. From the mansion outwards there was tight security and many high-end cars; everywhere was lavish decoration and cool music playing slowly. People stood around, sampling food and waiting for their arrival.
“What the fuck!” he muttered, opening his eyes wide. He expected a family party, but he saw many people like a big celebration. He scoffed: “I’m going to kill you, Muneer,” he said quietly, because he knew it was Muneer’s doing. He closed his sexy eyes and leaned back into his car seat. “I hate noise pollution,” he said softly.
 
Their cars — Papa’s — were parked and Murad walked the red carpet laid out for his arrival. When the car door opened he lifted his eyes; Muneer saw him smiling as if proud. His face looked like someone who had just laughed. Hearing the screams from girls around, he quickly put his glasses back on and grabbed Muneer’s hand to the place they had reserved for them. He took the mic from the MC and began to speak with some slang. Papa stepped forward because his voice was powerful; Ammi turned among her friends, smiling.
 
The Celebration and Inside the Mansion
 
“No amount of words will be enough to tell how grateful I am to you — having parents like you is the greatest blessing. Muneer, Maya, love you too,” she said, blowing kisses and making a heart with her hand. “I need a rest,” she said and left.
You could barely hear anything but clapping and chatter. Ammi and Papa both had smiles on their faces because they knew the reason: he didn’t really like big crowds, especially ones that included outsiders. Maya blushed as she invited her friends, and they kept teasing her that she couldn’t let him go without making a show. Mommy acted like she was about to burst. “Hmm, this is strange — why would your husband mention everyone’s name but not yours? The world thinks there’s nothing special about you,” she muttered in a hypocritical smile. Then they all entered the house.
 
“Hasbunallahu wa ni’mal wakeel, Allahumma arzukuni — this house! The house of a meeting of the rich, I can’t bear it,” someone murmured. The man who was number one in money in the country — so they said — his mansion matched that of a president. Chandeliers hung everywhere; staff in uniforms bowed and greeted them, but they barely responded; their aim was only to see him in his bedroom. From the lounge he threw off his clothes, leaving just a singlet and his trousers, and reached to switch on the bedroom light.
 
“What?! Grandma, what the hell are you doing in my room?” he asked. She had come especially to greet the house’s owner because she said she had known him a long time. “Okay I see you missed me as much,” he said, jokingly closing his eyes and going to give her a hug. “I’m happy for you — look at you in the middle of your years — how much will you hug me before you spoil me?” she said, taking a pillow when he came toward her and acting dramatic as he hugged her. She gave him a peck on his cheek and left the room, scolding him jokingly about being like the village boy he was raised to be, learning their ways. He smiled at everything the old woman said.
 
Alhaji Yusuf A. Bulama — the famous rich man who had made his mark — was a Borno man and the son of the late Malam Ado Bulama, a teacher who taught religious studies in Borno State. Because of his knowledge of Islam, Malam Ado had been respected. Alhaji Yusuf had four wives and many children. Among his wives was Mairama, the grandmother from Gombe, whom he had met when they were both invited to a competition in Gombe; she had won the contest. When Malam Ado saw Mairama he felt as if he had never loved before — her calm and completeness made him fall for her. After the contest he sent one of his students to follow her until he found her home. He couldn’t resist; he went to her house, greeted her father, and explained his intentions. Alhaji Musa Dan Fillo gladly accepted and agreed to the marriage proposal.
 
Not long after, Malam Ado married Mairama. Despite some quarrels with his other wives, they set up their family house in Maiduguri. Mairama was patient, which is why Malam fell for her; this patience, however, caused jealousy among his other wives, and they plotted against her and subjected her to mistreatment. She bore six children but lost many of them, and finally gave birth to Alhaji Yusuf. She had no special standing, but by God’s decree Yusuf survived. He grew up under his grandfather’s care and later under his father’s guidance. Life went on until Malam Ado fell ill and died; after his death, family disputes erupted over inheritance, and the division of property caused them to destroy everything. Because of what they did, Mairama’s heart was deeply hurt; she left and returned to Gombe with what remained.
 
Yusuf grew up working with his grandfather, learning business, and slowly building his own stall. God blessed his trade and his business flourished. After three years, Musa Dan Fillo — his grandfather — passed away and Yusuf mourned him. Life moved on until he met Mommy — Azra — who came to clear her mother’s shop. Azra’s mother was extremely greedy, but Azra herself was calm and gentle. Yusuf liked and admired her. He promised to visit her home. When Azra left her family, LadÑ– (her friend?) criticized her, and her father gave her the picture and property to make her independent. Yusuf and Azra fell in love despite their lack of money. Yusuf, blind in love, could not see the signs. He gave her everything: he supported her parents, gave money, started a business for them, and married Azra. He bore the expenses for her family and even married her two sisters off, doing everything for them. LadÑ–, who had been scornful, became humiliated. Azra became proud and began to mistreat Yusuf’s family. She taught her siblings to follow her orders.
 
Life went on. Azra had no children for a long while. Yusuf, who loved children and family, would take care of others’ kids and pamper them, which irritated Azra. Time passed, Yusuf’s business prospered and he began importing goods, sending wealth to his mother — he paid debts, aided his relatives, and celebrated. Meanwhile, Mairama was angry and stirred trouble, forcing Yusuf to take another wife to calm her — a move that angered Azra. Tensions rose; Azra considered leaving to her mother’s house and even sought help from a traditional practitioner (a boka), but nothing worked. Eventually, Yusuf found Ammi, a woman from Ethiopia, while he was going to fetch goods. They met like fate. Yusuf told Mairama, who seemed to accept the situation. Azra’s worries eased and she calmed down.
 
One Saturday evening, when goods were being brought in, many women came to the house with loads. Azra went inside one of the rooms being prepared and saw Yusuf smiling while on the phone. “Yusuf! Yusuf!” she called. He hurriedly ended the call and sat properly. She was embarrassed and, after a bit of teasing and small talk, the story continued.
 
Family History and Background
 
(Background continued) — Alhaji Yusuf’s rise from modest beginnings: after the loss of his father and grandfather, and through hard work and steady business acumen, Yusuf built great wealth. His family relationships were complicated by jealousy, multiple marriages, and struggles over inheritance. Mairama, his first great love, remained a central figure whose presence and history shaped much of the family tension. Azra’s earlier poverty and greed, Yusuf’s generosity, and the interplay of relatives and rivals all contributed to the household dramas that followed Yusuf into success.