Gidan Maza Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Dark Forest Encounter
 
A wild forest stretched endlessly, lifeless and silent. Darkness pressed heavily, the tall trees blocking even the faintest touch of moonlight. A long, straight road cut through the woods, offering no sign of bends or escape.
 
From the distance, headlights pierced the gloom—a sleek black car approached slowly. It was no ordinary vehicle, clearly belonging to someone of high standing. Inside, a dignified man in his fifties, dressed in elegant shadda, spoke calmly on his phone.
 
“Don’t worry, I’ll be in town within the hour. This meeting delayed me.”
 
On the other end, his wife pleaded:
“Abban Kausar, please turn back! The forest isn’t safe—no security, only danger. I beg you, go back!”
 
He reassured her gently, “Nothing will happen, in shaa Allah.” But before finishing, he braked suddenly.
 
A Mysterious Boy
 
Ahead, a strange figure appeared—a young boy, back turned, clad in black with long hair falling to his shoulders. He jumped rope tirelessly, lost in eerie concentration. The man muttered the shahada, unsure whether he was seeing a human or jinn.
 
With fear tightening his chest, he stepped out of the car. “My boy, what are you doing here? Are you lost?”
 
The boy wept softly yet continued jumping. “Leave… leave this place.”
 
Then he laughed wickedly, raising his head. “I’m no jinn—your prayers won’t work on me.”
 
Before the man could react, another figure appeared—masked, dressed in black, sitting casually atop his car with a gun in hand.
 
“Please, take the car, the money, anything! Just let me go!” the man begged, trembling.
 
The masked one sneered, while the boy—called Cookie—clapped joyfully, eager for play. Soon another, Joker, joined him, both forcing the terrified man into a twisted game of jump rope.
 
The Arrival of the Six
 
Suddenly, more masked youths emerged from the shadows—Delta, Loven, and Lunas. Each carried weapons: chains, guns, and cold expressions. Together, they surrounded the man, mocking his pleas.
 
“Don’t waste your breath,” one snapped.
 
Their leader, Alexander, arrived with commanding presence. He ordered the man bound with chains, ignoring his desperate cries for mercy. Cookie protested playfully when told to abandon the man’s car, claiming he liked it. But Alexander insisted: no evidence must remain.
 
Joker stripped the car of documents, left behind the money and phones, and finally ignited the vehicle. Flames swallowed it whole as the gang vanished into the forest, dragging the man with them.
 
The Soldiers’ Discovery
 
By morning, soldiers surrounded the charred remains of the car. They searched for evidence but found nothing—only ashes.
 
A black Range Rover pulled up. From it stepped a striking young officer—tall, fair-skinned, with piercing blue eyes and the disciplined air of authority. Dressed in military uniform, his presence commanded respect.
 
“What happened here?” he asked in a deep, steady voice.
 
“The Six Butterflies, sir,” a soldier replied grimly. “They kidnapped again.”
 
The officer circled the wreck, inspecting carefully. He noticed a rope partially hidden beneath the car. Wearing gloves, he collected it carefully into a plastic bag. Without another word, he sped away, leaving his men to continue their search.
 
The Mafia’s House
 
Elsewhere, inside a luxurious white parlor with soft sofas and red Chinese carpet, the Six gathered. Cookie lounged with Joker, still playful as a child. Loven and Delta scrolled their phones, while Lunas reclined silently, eyes closed.
 
Their faces remained masked, their eyes dark and identical. Then Alexander descended the stairs urgently.
 
“Cookie! Where’s your jump rope?”
 
Cookie looked confused. Joker answered nervously, “I think we left it behind. Why?”
 
Alexander’s expression hardened. “There may be fingerprints.”
 
Lunas calmly muttered, “If they find prints, they’ll trace us.”
 
The group panicked until Cookie laughed, peeling fake skin from his palm. “Relax—it’s scotch. No fingerprints. You think I’m stupid?”
 
Relieved, they agreed to rest. Alexander reminded them: “Tomorrow, you return to school.”
 
But Cookie had another worry. “What about the man we captured?”
 
Lunas replied coolly, “He’ll join the others until Big Brother returns.”
 
Excitement lit Cookie’s eyes. “Big Bro is coming back?”
 
“Next month,” Joker confirmed. Cookie danced with joy, chanting, “Big Bro will return!” The others followed upstairs one by one.
 
Across the Seas – London
 
Far away in London, at the Mayor’s Office for Policing and Crime (MOPAC), a high-level meeting convened.
 
A vast conference room held twenty soldiers seated around a long table, each with laptops and bottled water. At the head sat three men, their presence commanding. One, older and dressed in a sharp black suit, bore the aura of leadership, his hair fully grey.
 
The plasma screen glowed on the wall, waiting to display the grim intelligence about The Six Butterflies—the feared, unpredictable gang whose name now echoed across continents.
 
What began in the eerie silence of a forest had rippled into global concern. The Six Butterflies were not mere kidnappers but a powerful syndicate, skilled, playful, and ruthless. Behind their masks, they hid youth, cruelty, and secrets waiting to unfold.
 
And somewhere, in the shadows, their Big Brother was preparing to return.