Matar Khalees Book One Complete Hausa Novel
Matar Khalees Book One Complete Hausa Novel:
She was a young woman who couldn’t be more than twenty-five to twenty-seven years old, beautiful with a lovely dark-olive complexion. She was dressed in a golden lace top and wrapper, draped in a large shawl covering her from the head down. With calm, measured steps, she headed toward her car parked in the company’s parking lot.
She heard Barrister Zee’s voice speaking to her—Barrister Zee, the wife of Engineer Jabir, the owner of the company. Turning around with a face full of smiles, she walked over to Zee, and they shared a friendly high-five in typical close-friends fashion. Zee looked at her and said:
“Look at DEEJA, the big lady! Four times I’ve come into this company without finding you, but today Allah helped me out.”
Deeja smiled and replied, “Well, Zee, what would I stay behind to do after finishing my work? I have to go back early. You know how troublesome my little one can be.”
“That’s very true, Deeja. Life just requires patience,” Zee remarked.
“Uhm! That’s right. Let me head home now, until we meet again,” Deeja said, attempting to open her car door.
“Okay! Give my regards to everyone at home,” Zee said, turning around and heading back inside the company.
As usual, she did not meet KHALEES at home today either, but that came as no surprise to her. She went straight to the bathroom and took a shower. After coming out, she slipped into some clothes, performed her prayers, and then sat in front of the vanity mirror to start dressing up.
She heard Engineer Khalees’s voice, indicating he was back. She paused briefly to listen; by all indications, he was on a phone call. Because of that, she did not rush out, continuing with what she was doing while listening to him enter his room.
She didn’t step out until she was completely ready, dressed in an orange lace top and skirt outfit. She looked stunning. Her hair had no headscarf, leaving her abundant hair tied neatly with a ribbon that matched her outfit. She headed straight to Khalees’s room.
She entered with a greeting. He was sitting on the edge of the bed scrolling through his phone. He answered her greeting without looking up at her. Undeterred, she sat down and said, “Welcome back.”
It took him a moment before he finally responded with a brief “Yeah.”
She didn’t take it to heart—if it was a matter of getting used to it, she was already accustomed to his behavior. She said, “I’ve drawn your bathwater for you.”