Sauyin Lamari Part 1 Compplete Hausa Novel

It was a grand mansion featuring three separate, distinct sections—a breathtaking residence that had to be seen to be believed. Just beside the main gate stood a small, two-bedroom flat complete with an inner parlor and a bathroom. The flat had a neat, tiled porch with a outdoor tap framed by a small cemented ledge.

A young girl, no older than seventeen, was kneeling before the tap with a pile of dishes in front of her. She wore an ash-colored long hijab with sleeves that reached down to her knees. On the porch nearby, an elderly man lay on a mat with a radio playing beside him. She raised her eyes—for what felt like the hundredth time—to check on her father lying there. For the past two days, he had been suffering from a mild fever and leg pain. Running her long fingers across her forehead, she wiped away the sweat that had beaded beneath her thick, smooth hairline. The heat was particularly intense today; despite being in the middle of the harmattan season, the weather was scorching, especially as it fell on a Friday.

With calm composure, she lowered her head and resumed washing the dishes, anxious to finish so she could cook their lunch.

Suddenly, a loud horn sounded from outside the gate. Seeing her father struggle to stand up, she quickly set down the plate in her hand and scrambled to her feet, almost tripping over herself. In her soft, soothing voice, she said:

"Baba, let me open it."

He smiled, watching her head toward the massive gate. He knew she could manage it, as they often opened it together. It was a double-panel gate with a center access door that unfolded outward like a book. Watching her, she slipped the latch, pulled one side open, and then pulled back the other.

A sleek, towering Prado Jeep glided gracefully into the compound, followed closely by two sporty Honda cars. Her eyes remained glued to the magnificent vehicles as they pulled in toward a massive parking space already filled with stunning, ultra-luxurious cars.