Inso Cuta Ne Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

At the large airport in Kaduna State, a plane that had come directly from China landed in Kaduna, the governor's city. Within a short time, passengers began coming out, each of them wearing a face mask.
 
Wow. I saw a young man with a chocolate complexion coming down from the aircraft stairs. From his feet upward, I started observing him. His feet looked soft and well cared for, fitted into very beautiful shoes that made them look even more attractive. He was wearing a simple outfit, a mint green shirt and black jeans. On his wrist was a shining diamond watch.
 
He was tall and handsome. Even though there was a face mask on his face, once you looked at his eyes behind the glasses, you would know that there was a hidden beauty in that face. Slowly, he came down the aircraft stairs, his feet looking so smooth and soft that it almost seemed as if blood would come out because of their beauty.
 
I saw three big cars lined up. None of them looked like a car worth millions. They looked like cars worth billions.
 
I saw an elderly man who was clearly surrounded by wealth, comfort, and peace. He was wearing an expensive egg-colored gizner outfit that attracted attention. On his wrist was a pure diamond watch, and his eyes were covered with glasses. He was leaning against a car that was more beautiful and well designed than the other three cars. Bodyguards surrounded him, moving around with serious and merciless faces.
 
That was Alhaji Abdullahi Abubakar Waziri of the Aaz family.
 
The handsome young man who had just come down from the plane walked straight to the elderly man and hugged him.
 
The elderly man also hugged him, his heart filled with happiness and joy as he held his son and gently patted his back.
 
"I miss you, Dad," his son said in a charming voice.
 
"I miss you too, my Hammad. Where is Anwar?"
 
The one called Hammad smiled and said, "He will come by plane tomorrow. He has not finished everything yet, so it will be tomorrow."
 
"Okay," his father said.
 
Hammad raised his head and looked at his father.
 
"Dad, where is Mom?"
 
"You know your mother and her troubles. She is at home, busy with her usual drama."
 
Hammad smiled and said, "Oh, Momma is always full of drama."
 
After that, the bodyguards carried his luggage and placed it in the car. They opened the car doors for them, and they entered. The car was started, and not long after, they left the airport.
 
As they drove, he and his father chatted with love and affection.
 
They headed toward a street in Dosa GRA. The street was called Waziri Road. They drove toward a massive house. The house was so huge that it seemed to dominate the entire area. Even the gate of the house was a sight to behold.
 
The soldiers guarding the first gate immediately opened it for them. After they entered, another set of soldiers opened the second gate. There were five gates in the house, and they had to pass through all of them before reaching the main compound.
 
Wow. The house was enormous. My pen almost ran dry trying to describe it. The house itself looked as if it wanted to finish me. So there is beauty in this world, and there is beauty beyond beauty. Truly, people only pretend about money. Even among rich people, there are richer people. There are wealthy people, powerful people, and people with deep riches. Some levels of wealth, when they come close to them, would bow down because of the kind of wealth they possess.
 
The house was so magnificent that if it belonged to the president, the EFCC would certainly hold him tightly because people would say he had stolen public money.
 
This was the family house of Alhaji Abubakar Adamu Waziri, the Aaz family.
 
The house had different sections. I could not even count how many sections there were. It was a family house, but each section had its own gate before you could enter.
 
Their car headed toward Hammad's mother's section. In the entire house, I did not see any section more beautiful than hers. It was decorated in a royal style. Once you entered, no one would need to tell you that the person living there belonged to royalty.
 
The cars were parked in the parking space, and the bodyguards came out and opened the doors for them. From the compound, the place was already filled with people waiting to welcome him.
 
Hammad smiled as he looked at his mother's relatives and his father's relatives, his eyes moving from one person to another with happiness.
 
I saw a fair, beautiful, plump woman. Just by looking at her, you would know that comfort had touched her life. She looked very much like Hammad, although she did not look old enough to have a twenty-five-year-old child.
 
She came forward and threw something shiny over him. It began falling from his head down to the ground. He smiled, moved closer, hugged her, and said, "Wow, Anty Maryam, I am happy to see you."
 
He hugged her, and before long, shiny decorations were being poured over them. People kept coming to hug him.
 
When Daddy saw that the place had become crowded and noisy, he went straight to his own section, leaving them behind. His heart was filled with love for his only son.
 
The place became lively. Nigerien Tuareg music began playing, and before long, they started dancing in the Tuareg style, including Hammad himself.
 
While the dancing was going on, a woman who looked like him managed to reach him because people had surrounded him. She was holding a little girl in her arms. She hugged him with happiness, and he hugged both her and the child in her arms.
 
"I miss you, brother," she said.
 
He smiled, lifted her slightly from his body, then carried the little girl from her arms and said, "I miss you too, sister. How are Baby Nur and Annur?"