Kabilata Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The expensive cars parked in an orderly line inside a grand, magnificent mansion. With just one glance, one would think they were in a foreign country, because almost everything in the house was made of glass.
Guards began stepping out of the large vehicles, guns in their hands. All of them were dressed in black. Swiftly, they started making their way into the mansion, all the way to the large living room, which was beautifully decorated with extremely elegant pure-white cushions. The living room was also adorned with stunning designer rolls that gave it an extraordinary look.
Slowly, he walked with pride and confidence. Full of majesty, he sat down in a royal manner, crossing his legs. He began pressing his phone for several minutes before he finally said,
“Sit.”
The words came from his lips, which were still covered with a face mask. He did not like the way they were all standing before him.
All of them sat down. They remained like that for some time without any of them saying a word. He continued pressing his phone while they waited to hear from their boss.
“I will spend the night here. And apart from you, no one should know that I am in town, okay?”
“Yes, Boss.”
They all answered at the same time.
He stayed silent for a few minutes before saying,
“You may leave. And…”
He paused for a moment before adding,
“Tomorrow, we will return.”
All of them stood up and held themselves respectfully, showing their respect, before leaving.
Fifteen minutes later, he stood up and headed toward the stairs. He turned the door handle and entered a spacious bedroom. A royal Turkish milk-colored bed was spread in the room, covered with milk-colored bedsheets and a soft milk-colored duvet. The windows were decorated with black-and-white curtains. At the left-hand corner of the room were the toilet, mirror, and drawer.
He began taking off his clothes, leaving only his singlet and boxers on. Then he turned and entered the toilet. He filled the bathtub with water, finished removing his clothes, and stepped inside.
He spent quite some time there before coming out dressed in a milk-colored bathrobe, holding a small towel as he dried his hair, which had fallen down to his shoulders. He walked over to the wardrobe, and a few minutes later, he was fully dressed in soft milk-colored pajamas. He sprayed different perfumes on his body.
He went downstairs to the living room, then straight into the kitchen, where he made coffee. After that, he returned to the living room, switched everything off, and went back upstairs.
He sat gently by the bedside, sipping his coffee. After finishing it, he left the cup there, stood up, and went back to the toilet. He rinsed his mouth and performed ablution.
Then he sat on his soft bed, recited the prayer before sleeping, and wiped his hands over his body. After that, he switched off the light, pulled his milk-colored duvet up to his chest, and closed his cat-like eyes.