Yaudara Da Cin Amana Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Calm Arrival
With measured steps, as if he might not even place his foot on the ground, he descended from the airplane. Slowly and carefully, he walked toward the area where people had gathered to receive arriving passengers. He was dressed in a black suit, his face serious and emotionless as he moved along. He was a handsome young man, chocolate-skinned, with a neat beard that framed his fine face perfectly. This was Abrar Abdulhameed, about thirty-two years old.
He walked up to a sleek, extremely beautiful car and stopped to check his wristwatch. He clicked his tongue in annoyance—he hated wasting time more than anything in life.
From a distance, I noticed another handsome young man approaching. He was fair-skinned but not overly so, well built, wearing a shirt and jeans. He smiled from afar until he arrived, then stretched out his hand and they shook hands.
Angrily, Abrar said,
“Where have you been, Sa’eed? I’ve been waiting for you all this time.”
Smiling, the one called Sa’eed replied,
“Sorry, my friend. I escorted a babe to her car—she just returned from Germany.”
Abrar clicked his tongue again and said,
“Oh, you’re unbelievable. When will you stop this habit of yours—thinking every woman you see belongs to you?”
He entered the car, still clicking his tongue.
Sa’eed laughed and said,
“If only you saw her, you’d understand. She’s stunning, I’m telling you. The moment I saw her, a dangerous kind of love grabbed me.”
Abrar said nothing—he wasn’t one for much talk. Sa’eed, however, kept talking until they arrived at a magnificent, well-secured house. The gatekeeper opened the gate, and they parked inside.
Homecoming and Hidden Smiles
A beautiful woman stepped out of the house, wearing a blouse and skirt made of fine material. Her face was covered with heavy makeup. She was chocolate-skinned and attractive, slightly curvy with a nice shape, though not very tall. This was Hafsat, Abrar’s wife.
She rushed toward them and hugged Abrar happily, welcoming him with joy. He gently pulled back, smiling at her.
Sa’eed stared at her and joked,
“Don’t you have any shame at all now?”
She shot him a playful glare and replied,
“Who am I supposed to feel shy for, when my husband just returned?”
They all laughed and went into the parlour. The entire house was spotless, filled with a pleasant fragrance. They headed to Hafsat’s bedroom, where Abrar took a bath and changed. Afterward, they returned to the parlour and found Sa’eed watching the news. They moved to the dining area, where Hafsat served them lunch. She kept smiling as Sa’eed ate enthusiastically, praising the food nonstop. Abrar said nothing. After eating, they returned to the parlour.
Sa’eed later bade them farewell and left. Abrar took his laptop and began working.
That night, Hafsat dressed beautifully in a nightgown, chewing gum and spraying perfume. With a seductive walk, she approached him and sat on his lap. He frowned—he hated being disturbed while working.
In a soft, teasing voice she said,
“Sweety, you’re still not done with work?”
He replied,
“Yeah. Please let me finish up, okay? Go and sleep.”
She felt hurt and said,
“But Sweety, this is the time you should postpone work till tomorrow morning.”
He stood up, knowing an argument would follow if he didn’t comply, took her hand, and led her to the bedroom.
A Shocking Truth Revealed
After one week
She sat crying uncontrollably while Abrar packed his clothes into a travel bag. He hated the sound of a woman crying. He stopped what he was doing, sat beside her, held her hand, and said,
“Come on, baby, why are you doing this? You know I’m traveling because of work—why do you always cry?”
She lifted her head and said,
“I’m just going to miss you, sweetheart,” then hugged him tightly. With difficulty, he separated himself from her, gently consoling her.
They heard a knock and both came out. Sa’eed entered the parlour smiling and teasing them,
“So Romeo is leaving Juliet behind in tears?”
Abrar jokingly hit him and said,
“Don’t make my wife cry. Let’s go.”
Sa’eed laughed and said,
“Your wife is too affectionate,” then winked at Hafsat. She shot him a fierce glare.
Sa’eed drove Abrar to the airport. They said goodbye, and only after Abrar’s plane took off did Sa’eed leave.
What shocked me was seeing Sa’eed return to Abrar’s house. The gatekeeper opened the gate for him, and Sa’eed handed him an envelope filled with money.
Hafsat was seated on a chair when Sa’eed entered. They exchanged a strange smile, then embraced each other and began kissing.
(God forbid—what is happening? May Allah protect us from falling into destruction. Ameen.)
As you heard, his name is Abrar Abdulhameed. He was born as the third child of his parents, with two elder sisters—Sa’adatu and Rahina—both married. Sa’adatu has two daughters, Iklima and Ikram, while Rahina has one son, Mukhtar. Abrar is the youngest and the only male, deeply loved by his family, and he loves them just as much.
Abrar completed his secondary and university education in Abuja, where he studied business. He met Sa’eed during secondary school, and they studied together until graduation. Abrar’s father sponsored Sa’eed’s education because Sa’eed’s parents were poor and struggling. Sa’eed was their only child. Though his parents tried to raise him well, bad friends corrupted him during university. Abrar often warned him, but Sa’eed ignored the advice.
Abrar is a calm, intelligent, and well-mannered young man—quiet to the extreme. Many girls admire him, but he never gives them attention. He prioritizes education and work, always busy, with hardly any time for himself or anyone else. Even at home, his mother handles most of his personal matters.
Abrar began working in a company owned by his father, alongside Sa’eed. His responsibilities grew so much that he frequently traveled abroad. Because he was always away, he entrusted Sa’eed with managing everything. Eventually, his mother pressured him to marry, though he hadn’t found the woman he wanted.
One day, returning from Australia, he met a beautiful young woman just as he was about to enter his car. Instantly, he felt a powerful attraction. Afraid of losing her, he overcame his reserved nature and spoke to her. That was Hafsat. Their relationship grew quickly, though she was the one who openly expressed love. Abrar was quiet—but he loved her deeply.
Her full name is Hafsat Ibrahim. She is the eldest in her family, with two younger brothers and a sister, all under fifteen. Her parents raised her well. She completed secondary school and university and is currently working. Love was never her priority—until she met Abrar. From then on, she loved him deeply, passionately, and wholeheartedly.