In Between The Love Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Laguna Beach, California
Laguna Beach is truly vast and lives up to its name. It is a beach with world recognition, having been awarded World’s Best Beach in 2018. A fishing vessel moved calmly across the deep blue water. Standing at the front of the boat was a tall, fair-skinned young man with a solid, well-built body—the kind of physique associated with confident masculinity. He wore a brown shirt and short men’s shorts that barely passed his thighs. On his feet were clean white bathroom slippers that subtly added height to his frame. A red cap rested on his head, and one of his ears sparkled with a stud earring.
He stood quietly, staring at the blue water as fish jumped in and out of it. He remained like that for almost two minutes before exhaling deeply. He stretched out his hand and picked up the fishing rod leaning against the black metal edge of the boat. Carefully, he adjusted the line and gently lowered the rod into the water. A small smile appeared on his face for the first time—one look was enough to know he loved what he was doing.
He pulled the rod out briefly, then remembered something. Beside him was a small sachet with drawings of fish and the words fish food printed on it. He picked it up, opened it, and dipped his white hand inside, bringing out a hard pellet that looked like a cheese ball. He fixed it onto the hook, secured it well, and returned the rod into the water, slowly rotating it, confident he was about to catch something.
After almost thirty seconds, he smiled and whispered softly, “Got you.” He swiftly reeled in the line just as his phone began ringing in his shorts pocket. As he squinted his eyes, the hook emerged holding a large, live fish struggling desperately to free itself. Smiling, he watched it fall, then walked over and dropped it into a deep basket. All this while, his phone kept ringing, but he ignored it.
A Call from Home
He finally picked up his phone, frowned at the screen, and reluctantly answered. “Dad…” he said, his voice stretched as if he was about to cry.
From the other end came a stern voice, “Don’t ‘Dad’ me here. You know what you did, Aliyu. Where are your bodyguards?”
He replied quietly, annoyed, “You already know where they are. Why ask again?”
Anger filled the man’s voice. “Aliyu, your mother’s son, is this how you talk to me? I already contacted them before calling you to confirm you’re safe. Turn that boat around immediately and go back to the beach where you left them. If you insist on fishing, they’ll come with you. I hired them to protect you. Do you know how much I spend on your security?”
Aliyu snapped back angrily, “I didn’t ask for them. I don’t need bodyguards. I’m old enough to protect myself. Allah is the protector of all mankind. Stop treating me like a toddler—I’m not that baby you fed Cerelac and rice. I’m 29 years and 7 months old. I’m an adult. Free me, Dad, please.”
His father scoffed. “Oh really, Mr. Adult? You went fishing without a sweater. I’m sure it’s cold there. Soon you’ll start sneezing. Turn that boat around now, or I’ll deal with you. Next week you’re coming back to Nigeria—you’ll be under my watch. I’m tired of calling security every minute to ask about you. Come back where I can see you daily and have peace of mind. Turn the boat around and find something warm. Am I clear?”
Silence.
“I said, am I clear, Aliyu?”
In a low, reluctant voice, he replied, “Yes.”
He ended the call angrily, shoved his phone into his pocket, glanced at the fish he had caught—which was now dead—and slowly walked to the engine. He started the boat and turned back, driving for nearly twelve minutes until he reached the beach where his two bodyguards stood waiting in black suits. One held a thick blanket.
Without looking at them, he stepped off the boat and walked past. “Sir, your dad asked us to give you this blanket,” one said.
“I don’t want it,” Aliyu replied coldly.
They followed him to a large jeep. He sneezed as he entered. One guard quickly offered the blanket again. “Sir, please take it. You’re already catching a cold.”
Aliyu shot him a deadly look. “Get in the car and drive me home, or I leave the car for you.”
They obeyed immediately and drove off.
Father and Son
At home, Aliyu rushed inside, sneezing repeatedly. He climbed the stairs and entered his sky-blue themed bedroom, collapsing onto the royal bed, shivering to his bones. He reached for the AC remote and turned it off. His phone rang again—it was his father.
He answered silently.
“Are you angry with your daddy now, my boy?” his father asked gently.
Still silent.
Softly, his father continued teasing, “Come on, Ali. Stop fighting. Go and wear something warm, Mr. Adult.”
Aliyu smiled faintly, knowing his father was joking. He got up, opened his wardrobe, and noticed his nose had turned red from the cold. He wore a dark sweater that looked perfect on him, highlighting his fair skin.
“Have you worn the sweater?” his father asked.
“Yes,” Aliyu nodded.
“Good. You see? The cold will reduce now. Stop being stubborn. I know you—you’re fragile. Small cold and you’re sick. Take care of yourself. That’s why I want you back in Nigeria.”
“Dad…” Aliyu said weakly.
“Don’t ‘Dad’ me,” his father replied jokingly.
In a soft, pleading voice, Aliyu said, “Nigeria’s weather is harsh. I don’t want to come back, please.”
“Refused,” his father answered firmly, then softened. “You’ve finished your projects. I’ve missed you badly. Come home. We’ll arrange everything. When you return, we’ll even find you a wife.”
Aliyu groaned, pulling the blanket over himself. “Stop talking about marriage. If that’s it, I won’t come back. Women are too stressful.”
His father laughed. “Okay, okay, forget it. Just come back, please.”
After some negotiation, Aliyu finally agreed to return on Friday.
“Did you eat pancakes today?” his father asked.
“No,” Aliyu pouted.
“Why? That’s your favorite.”
“You ruined my day, Dad.”
His father promised him better pancakes in Nigeria, and Aliyu smiled sleepily. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Sleep now. Let your bodyguards do their job. I love you.”
“I love you too, Dad,” Aliyu murmured as sleep overtook him, sinking comfortably into the warmth of the blanket.