Zabin Iyaye Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Morning Calm and Quiet Emotions
 
Slowly, she opened her milk-sexy eyes, fixing them on the standard watch on the bedside drawer of her spacious bedroom — a room filled with luxury and beauty. She glanced at the time, then gently closed her eyes again, pouting her soft lips forward while whispering “Innalillahi wa’innailaihiraji’un” softly, so faintly you’d think she hadn’t moved her lips at all. Her cute mouth barely formed the words, and she shook her head slightly, reopening her eyes and resting them on Rahina’s face.
 
Rahina was trying to wake her up from sleep, watching her quietly with dreamy eyes without moving or saying anything. One look at Raihana was enough to tell she wasn’t in a good mood. She simply lay still.
 
Rahina smiled, waving her hand playfully across her face, saying,
 
> “Ukkty, wake up and get ready! Abbie said we’re going to pick up Broth.”
 
 
 
Raihana adjusted her sleeping position, saying nothing, only letting out a faint hiss as she shot Rahina an irritated glance, clearly not in the mood for conversation. Finally, almost as if forced, she opened her mouth and said,
 
> “But, Ukkty, I think I told you yesterday that I’m not feeling well. I have a headache, right?”
 
 
 
Rahina smiled again and said teasingly,
 
> “You’re only saying that because you don’t want to go and pick up Broth. I know you! And you know Abbie wouldn’t insist you go if you said your head hurts.”
 
 
 
Raihana ignored her, sitting up slowly. She picked up her cap, covered her head, and without another word, walked into the bathroom, pouting and muttering. Rahina shook her head with a sigh, grabbed her handbag, and went downstairs.
 
Downstairs with Ammie
 
> “Good morning, Ammie,” she greeted softly.
 
 
 
The beautiful elderly woman lifted her head and smiled warmly at her daughter.
 
> “Morning too, Daughter,” she replied.
 
 
 
Rahina pulled out a chair and sat, gazing at the large dining table filled with various breakfast dishes — more than five kinds, all delicious and colorful. She only made herself a cup of tea without milk, since she had never liked milk her entire life.
 
Ammie watched her and asked,
 
> “Daughter, where is Raihana?”
 
 
 
Rahina set her mug down and said,
 
> “She just went into the bathroom; she only just woke up. I’m sure Broth’s flight will soon start leading, Ammie.”
 
 
 
Ammie smiled faintly and said,
 
> “Okay, I hope she’s feeling better?”
 
 
 
Rahina just nodded silently. Ammie sighed softly and said,
 
> “Actually, you’re not the ones going to pick him up. Your Abbie has already sent the security team; they’re on their way. You know your brother doesn’t like waiting.”
 
 
 
Rahina frowned slightly, replying,
 
> “But Ammie, yesterday Abbie promised we’d go!”
 
 
 
Ammie wiped her mouth with a tissue and said gently,
 
> “Do you think he’ll wait for you, Rahina? You know how your brother is — there’s no need to explain. Once he sees even a little delay, he loses patience. So don’t be upset; you’ll soon hear they’ve arrived. If it’s your brother, he won’t even stay overnight before getting here. You know how he is — he’ll make everyone restless.”
 
 
 
Rahina nodded quietly, though she really wanted to go to the airport. She missed her brother like crazy — it had been almost four years since she last saw him. They only spoke on video calls occasionally, and even those were rare, since he didn’t like talking much. She was the only person in the world, apart from their parents and Uncle Ubaidu, that he ever spoke to for long. Talking to him was like a job — laughing or showing emotion was difficult for him; in fact, everything about him in this world was serious.
 
At the Airport – DR N.A. INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, ABUJA
 
His private jet had just landed. After a few minutes, the door opened, and ten minutes later, he stepped out. He looked at the guard beside him for a moment before extending his hand. Respectfully, the guard handed him his phone with a bow.
 
He took the phone calmly, glancing at it, and then smiled faintly while closing his sharp, cat-like gray eyes. They shimmered slightly under the light — eyes that seemed to see through people.
 
That was how God created him — born with feline gray eyes, deep and unreadable. Just one look from him could humble even the proudest soul. He didn’t talk much. If he spoke for more than five or ten minutes, it meant the person was important to him. Many even said they had never seen him smile, let alone laugh. If ever he did, it was rare — almost sacred — because in his life, smiling was a luxury he hardly allowed himself.