Tsuron Tsirin Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Luba used the key to open the entrance that led us into the interior of the house.
The layout of the house was such that upon entering, there was a moderately long corridor, with the dining area to the left and the kitchen to the right, facing each other. Directly ahead of us was the living room, which served as the main lounge of the house.
Passing through the kitchen led to another corridor containing three bedrooms, each with its own en-suite bathroom. There was also a hallway bathroom meant for male guests—not for overnight stays, but just for visitors dropping by briefly.
The master bedroom, designed just as planned, was the largest with a correspondingly spacious bathroom. That was the layout of this house.
We trooped into the living room, which was fitted with comfortable sofas, a soft plush carpet, and a few tasteful, high-end decorative pieces.
"Hindu, did Mijinyawa get you a new house and you kept it completely a secret? Your trip to Umrah was a complete surprise to us, and now another major surprise pops up out of nowhere!"
I laughed and said to Akarami, "That's just like you, Akarami. Go on inside and check out the place—doesn't the house look nice?"
Mijinyawa just stood there looking like a helpless, awkward member of a wedding entourage.
Azgar and the kids burst into excited cheers, while Mijinyawa wore a tight, forced smile, completely overwhelmed by shock.
He trailed along like a camel led by a nose ring as we checked the kitchen, which also lacked unnecessary clutter—only the essentials were neatly arranged, everything sparkling clean. We went to Azgar's room, which was furnished with just a bed and a small compact rug; that was all the room needed.
We did the exact same thing for Sabira's room, keeping everything identical except for the color scheme.
When we stepped into my bedroom, everyone openly expressed their admiration for how gorgeous and exquisitely designed the spacious room was—everyone except your man, of course!
My bedroom was exceptionally large, easily dwarfing the living room in size. It featured a sprawling plush red carpet, matching red window blinds, a pristine white bed, wallpaper covering one entire wall from top to bottom, a dressing drawer, a shoe rack with a rod for hanging bags, and a neatly set-up television console. There was also a large, long sofa with a table in front of it resting on a smaller accent rug, alongside some decorative flowers to further beautify the space. That was pretty much everything inside the room.
Luba went ahead and laid out a soft, premium Chinese duvet bedsheet with a matching comforter. It was the very one I had sent her to buy for me in Dorayi from Anty Zee Collections. She sold every kind of bedsheet imaginable: heavy quilted ones, medium-sized ones, small ones, and various international brands. (Bedsheets are a whole world on their own; I buy mine strictly from her, and my Oga always compliments them. Honestly, a lot of my savings go into buying lovely bedsheets. I trust the quality of Anty Zee Collections 100%. Anyone who wants to impress the lady of the house should reach out to her directly!)
So, that is my bedroom. What do you all think of the place?
As for Mijinyawa, he stood there like a statue, his eyes fixed on me. I was well aware of everything, including the way he kept scanning every corner in utter disbelief while I watched him clearly.
"The place is wonderful. I'm so happy for you both getting your own home, I swear. Mijinyawa, you did very well by separating Hindu and Asama'u into different houses; the place is lovely, and may Allah increase your wealth. This will definitely bring much more peace," Yaya Saratu said cheerfully and joyfully.
Akarami bumped fists with Mijinyawa, congratulating him as well. Mijinyawa could only manage a strained smile, looking as though shock might finish him off. He kept narrowing his eyes in sheer disbelief at the surprise I had just dropped on him.
We returned to the living room where Azgar and the others helped bring in my bags, leaving behind only the travel bag containing dates, bagaruwa, and Zamzam water.
The items I had shipped to Luba back when I was in London were also stored inside my room's wardrobe.
I opened the bag of dates, and Sabira brought out a tray, poured some out for everyone, and stood up.
"As for me, I'm going to take a bath and get some rest because I'm exhausted, and I have a lot of sleep to catch up on."
"Well, you definitely need to catch up on sleep. Umrah is no small task, and you don't go to the Holy Land just to lounge around sleeping. May Allah accept it and grant us success altogether."