Jennifer Book One Complete Hausa Novel
Jennifer Book One Complete Hausa Novel continues the emotional and mysterious journey of Jennifer, a young woman living inside a wealthy Muslim household while carrying a secret purpose of her own. Her life becomes more complicated as Khaleel’s calm presence affects her heart, Mahboob tries to get closer to her, and Haisam begins suspecting that Jennifer is not who she claims to be.
In this English translation, the story deepens with jealousy, hidden identity, emotional confusion, religious difference, family secrets, and shocking events that connect Jennifer to places far beyond the house where she works.
Jennifer And Mahboob In The Kitchen
Jennifer followed Mahboob reluctantly. Her heart did not want him to enter the kitchen with her, but he had already gone ahead. When he entered, he turned and looked at her.
“What should I start with?” he asked.
Jennifer shook her head gently.
“Whatever you know how to do,” she replied calmly, because she did not even know what task to give him.
Mahboob moved around, opening food flasks and checking what was inside.
“Oh, Jennifer,” he said, waving his hands. “You have already finished everything.”
She shook her head.
“Not yet. I still want to prepare groundnut pap for Momy, and for Ya Khaleel, I will make spinach and egg stew.”
He looked at her with a smile.
“I do not know how to do that.”
“Who said you knew how?” she answered while placing a pot on the gas cooker.
He moved aside and stayed with her while she worked. He kept talking to her, but she only answered because she had to. Her heart was not settled. She was still disturbed by what she had seen and heard earlier.
They continued like that until she finished most of the work. When it was close to Maghrib prayer, Mahboob looked at his expensive wristwatch.
“It is time for prayer,” he said.
Jennifer’s heart suddenly beat faster.
He turned to her.
“I will go now, but make sure that today you will have dinner with us.”
She looked at him.
He came closer.
“Do not refuse. We will eat together with the family.”
She nodded because she did not know what else to do.
After he left, she released a deep breath. She returned to the thought she had been trying to think through since earlier.
What exactly was beginning to happen to her?
Why did she feel jealous because of the phone call Khaleel had made?
She placed her hand on her head.
“Oh! Why am I throwing myself into this kind of situation?”
She did not even know what name to give the feeling forming inside her heart. Fear, confusion, shame, and jealousy mixed together until she could no longer understand herself.
Dinner With The Family
Jennifer arranged the food on the dining table and went to her room. She bathed, changed her clothes, and sat staring at her phone. Her eyes rested on Khaleel’s number.
A knock came at the door.
Mahboob entered, and the cool scent of his perfume filled the room. He looked at her face carefully.
“Jennifer, what happened to you?”
She quickly forced a smile.
“Nothing, Ya Mahboob.”
“Okay. Stand up. Let us go.”
“Where?” she asked.
“To eat.”
He turned toward the door, ready to leave.
Jennifer could not believe what was happening. How could she go and eat with her employers and their family? The idea alone made her uncomfortable.
She stayed behind and lay down, refusing to follow him.
Not long after, her phone rang. When she checked, it was Momy calling.
With her body trembling, she answered.
“Jennifer, we are waiting for you,” Momy said.
Jennifer was shocked.
“I am coming, Momy.”
She stood quickly and went to the dining area. She found them seated in the sitting room. Everyone was there except Haisam, and his absence gave her deep relief.
Jennifer approached shyly.
“Momy, I am here.”
Momy looked at her.
“Mahboob said we should eat with you, and he told you, but you kept quiet and did not come.”
Jennifer looked at Mahboob in surprise and could not say anything.
Mahboob folded his face playfully.
“Momy, leave her. I am angry with her. We waited for twenty minutes.”
Momy smiled.
“Does a friend get angry with his friend?”
“It is only a small anger, Momy. Not too much,” he said, glaring playfully at Jennifer.
Rubayya looked at them in surprise.
“Ya Mahboob, who is your friend?”
He rolled his eyes and answered:
“Jennifer is my new friend.”
Rubayya laughed.
“Then congratulations to you. You are lucky to have a friend. And congratulations to her too, though she is not lucky with the friend she got.”
They all laughed.
Mahboob looked at Ruby with a serious face.
“If you were close to me, I would have squeezed your mouth.”
Rubayya pouted.
“Momy, did I not say the truth?”
Hajja, who had been sitting quietly, finally spoke.
“You said the truth, Rubayya. If not Jennifer, who will be friends with Mahboob?”
Rubayya covered her mouth and laughed quietly.
“I am not involved, Hajja. You people have joined hands against me,” Mahboob said.
Hajja only replied:
“You know best.”
Khaleel And Jidda
Jennifer collected the serving spoon from Hajja and served her first. Then she served everyone else.
When she reached Zahra, Zahra did not even look at her. Khaleel, on his part, was focused on his phone, pressing it as usual. No one expected him to say much because everyone knew his nature.
Jennifer sat and began eating quietly. They exchanged light conversation, but her attention was divided. Mahboob’s eyes were often on her, and that made her shy.
Suddenly, Zahra’s phone rang. She answered with a smile.
“Wa alaikum salam, Aunty Jidda.”
She laughed in a mischievous way.
“We are with him. We are having dinner.”
She looked at Khaleel, who was playing with his spoon.
“Okay, I will tell him.”
After ending the call, she said:
“Ya Khaleel, your Aunty Jidda said she called you, but you did not pick.”
Khaleel looked at her and smiled.
“I saw it. I only wanted to finish eating first before calling her. You know our discussions do not end quickly.”
Jennifer’s heart dropped.
So he could speak like that?
Everyone was surprised by his response.
Mahboob said:
“Wow! Khaleel, you should start saying something good about your marriage to Jidda.”
Khaleel smiled while looking at Mahboob.
“That is what I am thinking about. When I finish preparing myself, I will try.”
He stood, still looking at his phone.
Jennifer followed him with her eyes, and her heart burned painfully.
Suddenly, he looked at her and gave her a look she could not interpret. It was as if he was accusing her of something or trying to repay her with silence.
Then he left.
Hajja hissed.
“This quiet one is more annoying than a madman. He behaves like a spirit. No one enters his matter unless he allows it.”
Zahra quickly said:
“Hajja, you are watching Ya Khaleel too much.”
“I am not watching him too much, stubborn girl,” Hajja replied.
Rubayya laughed.
“Calm down, Hajja. Why are you straining your throat? Are you jealous?”
They all laughed, except Momy, whose attention had been divided since hearing what Khaleel said.
Jennifer Takes Coffee To Khaleel
Jennifer stood in a strange state of mind.
“I am going to sleep. Good night.”
They answered her, except Zahra, who only followed her with a sharp look.
Jennifer walked away with confidence, telling herself that not everyone would love a person. A person must have both lovers and haters, even if they did nothing wrong.
She entered her room, sat on the edge of the bed, and removed her scarf. She looked at the clock. It was 8:25.
Then her phone rang.
It was Khaleel.
Her heart began beating. She answered softly.
His voice came through:
“Coffee.”
Then he ended the call.
She released a breath, stood quickly, and went to the kitchen. She prepared the coffee and took it to his room.
When she entered, he was on the phone, laughing happily.
“My baby, you know what I like.”
He laughed again.
“Do not be surprised. Everything changes. I will come. Do not worry. Even if it is only because I made myself happy, I know you have missed me badly. I also missed you. Yesterday, I even slept with you in my heart.”
He raised his head and saw Jennifer standing with the cup of coffee. She was breathing unsteadily.
He smiled and bit his lower lip slightly.
“What happened, Jennifer?” he asked, suddenly wearing a serious expression.
She quickly lowered her head.
“Nothing.”
She placed the cup down and turned to leave.
“Listen,” he said.
She stopped and looked back.
His eyes were on his phone as he continued pressing it.
“Do you have any problem?” he asked casually.
She shook her head.
“No.”
Then she left the room, disturbed by his question.
Mahboob Asks About Love
Jennifer entered her room in distress and sat weakly on the bed, trying to calm her breathing. Her heart was unsettled.
What kind of feeling was this?
Her mood had changed completely, and worry had filled her heart.
Then she heard Mahboob greeting at the door. She answered, and he entered. His eyes were on her.
She looked at the clock. It was 9:40.
Mahboob noticed and said:
“I know it is late. I only came to say good night.”
He pulled a stool and sat facing her.
“My friend,” he called.
“Yes, Ya Mahboob.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
Jennifer quickly looked at him.
“No.”
She was surprised by the question.
“Why?” he asked.
She lowered her head and began turning the ring on her finger.
“Because I am not ready.”
Mahboob laughed softly.
“Jennifer, one does not prepare for love.”
She twisted her mouth slightly because she was already getting tired of his probing questions.
He looked at her lips and said:
“Careful. I may tap that small lip you keep twisting at me.”
She laughed.
“I am not…”
He raised his hand.
“You are sleepy, right? Do not even begin. We will talk.”
Jennifer widened her eyes.
“I am tired, Ya Mahboob.”
He cut in:
“Tell me the truth. Have you ever loved someone?”
“I will love someone in the future, but I have not yet loved anyone,” she replied.
He stood, laughing.
“I hear you. But a beauty like you may not stay like that for long.”
He opened the door.
“Good night. I am also sleepy.”
When he left, she followed him with her eyes and twisted her mouth.
What was his business with her love life?
Did she even know who she loved?
How could she think of love when there were important things she had to achieve first? Until her dream became real and her heart became settled, love was something for privileged people, not for someone like her whose future was still uncertain.
Jennifer Hides From Breakfast
At 7:30 the next morning, Jennifer entered the kitchen, prepared breakfast, and arranged everything on the dining table. She was tired because she had not slept well the previous night.
After finishing, she went to her room, bathed, and lay down. Sleep took her.
Mahboob entered her room to call her for breakfast and found her sleeping.
He looked at her beautiful face with pity. He gently touched her face and stared at her for a while, thinking about something deeply. Then he left the room.
At 12:23, Jennifer woke up in panic and looked at the clock. Her eyes quickly fell on a food flask, a cup, and a flask of tea placed in her room. Her breakfast had been brought for her.
She released a breath, wondering who had done it.
This was the first time such a thing had happened.
She told herself she had to remove whatever was making her weak and sleepless.
She entered the toilet, prepared herself, came out, and ate the breakfast quickly because she needed to prepare lunch before time ran out.
Jennifer Listens To Qur’an Lessons
Later that Saturday evening, Jennifer was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She saw Rubayya and Zahra seated with Malam Mahmud, who came every weekend to teach them Qur’an.
Jennifer hurried to finish her work because she wanted to go to her usual hiding place and listen to their recitation. The recitation always gave her a calm feeling and brought her into a special state only she understood.
After she finished, she quietly moved behind the place and listened to them reciting clearly. Her body softened as she listened.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her hair harshly.
It was Haisam.
His voice entered her ear with anger.
“What are you listening to? Are you spying?”
He accused her harshly and insulted her faith with painful words.
Jennifer burst into tears.
Haisam continued scolding her, then pushed her. She hit the wall and fell to the ground.
“Look at me,” he shouted.
With difficulty, she looked into his angry eyes.
He threw the key to his room at her.
“Go and clean my room. Bring out the dirty clothes and wash them.”
Then he left.
Jennifer struggled to stand, holding the part of her body that had hit the wall because it was painful.
She saw Khaleel sitting on a chair, holding his phone and pressing it. Everything had happened before his eyes, yet he did not show her any concern.
Hot tears rolled down her face.
She stood and passed in front of him, but she received neither kindness nor pity.
She entered Haisam’s room, which was scattered badly, and began cleaning. She suffered greatly because clothes were spread all over the room. She cleaned everything, washed the toilet, brought out the dirty clothes, and took them to the washing machine.
Her heart was filled with pain and anger.
No matter how cruel Haisam became, he would not take her life away from her.
Jennifer Refuses To Go To Church
After washing and hanging the clothes, Jennifer returned to her room with her heart heavy. Soon, the call to Maghrib prayer began.
She stood and listened, her heart longing for something she could not explain.
Then her phone rang. It was Maman David.
Her heart softened a little.
“Oyoyo, Mama.”
“Oyoyo, Jennifer,” her mother answered. “Are you well?”
“I am fine, Mama. How are Papa and David?”
“They are fine. They have gone to school. I miss you, Mama.”
“Sorry, Jennifer. We also miss you. On Sunday, come home so we can go to church together with your brothers.”
Jennifer’s heart dropped.
It had been so long since she went to church that she almost forgot.
“Okay, Mama, I will come.”
Her mother advised her to keep doing her work properly and asked whether she had any problem.
“No, Mama.”
After praying for her, her mother ended the call.
Jennifer threw the phone aside and held her head.
Her heart did not want to go to church.
She lay down, thinking about the many things disturbing her that she could not tell anyone. She was afraid of making a decision for herself because she did not even know where to begin solving her own problem.
Agreeing to work in that house had been one step toward finding the answer to her hidden struggle, but she still did not know how to start.
Zahra Humiliates Jennifer
Jennifer came out of her room and headed toward the kitchen because she did not want to eat with the family that night.
She met Zahra on the way.
Zahra looked at her with contempt and spoke slowly, as if she did not even want to speak to her.
“Go and clean my room.”
Then she walked away while covering her nose.
Jennifer followed her with her eyes, then turned back and went to Zahra’s room.
For the first time, she entered the room. A sweet scent filled the space. Everywhere was clean already, but she still dusted, swept, cleaned the toilet, sprayed air freshener, and came downstairs.
In the sitting room, she saw Zahra with Haisam. Her heart dropped.
She tried to pass quietly.
“You!” Haisam called.
Her body trembled.
“Come here quickly,” he shouted.
She came forward in fear, her head lowered.
“Who gave you permission to eat with us?” he asked.
Jennifer remained silent.
Zahra watched and said:
“I have noticed that Ya Mahboob seems to have feelings for this girl.”
Haisam hissed angrily.
“That is his business. But she will never eat with us again. If he wants, he can follow her to her room and eat there with her.”
Zahra added another insult, holding her nose.
Jennifer repeated the word in her heart with pain.
Zahra finally looked at her directly.
“Your interference is becoming too much. Know your place.”
Haisam threw another hateful look at her.
Jennifer quickly left and went to her section with a wounded heart.
She slept hungry that night, with pain and sadness pressing heavily on her chest.
Mahboob Cares For Jennifer
At 6:00 a.m., Jennifer finished all her work early. She did not want to meet Mahboob because she knew he would disturb her with questions or insist that she come for breakfast.
She went behind the house, to a place where no one would think of looking for her. She leaned against the wall and sat there.
Because she had not slept well, drowsiness overtook her, and she slept while sitting.
At 9:32 a.m., the sun hit her face and woke her in panic. She quickly stood, went to her room, locked the door, and lay down because she knew the family had not finished breakfast.
She slept deeply, using the morning as her only real time of rest.
Later, a knock came at her door. She jumped up in fear and opened it.
It was Mahboob, smiling.
“Good morning, queen of morning sleep.”
She forced a frown because she wanted to discourage him from entering, but he came inside.
“Where did you go this morning? I kept looking for you.”
She lowered her head.
“I was doing some work.”
“Okay. I am going out. I will return in the evening. What do you want me to bring for you?”
She felt happy that he cared, but she shook her head.
“I do not want anything.”
His mood changed.
“That will not be possible. I will be angry if you refuse to tell me.”
She remained silent because she did not know what to say.
He turned and left angrily.
Jennifer watched him go and felt annoyed with herself. She should not have treated someone who cared about her like that.
New Helpers Arrive
Jennifer went to the dining area, cleared the dishes, cleaned everywhere, and began preparing lunch.
The kitchen telephone rang. Momy called and told her to come when she was done.
Jennifer hurried to finish, praying that she had not done anything wrong.
In the sitting room, she met Momy with Rubayya and Zahra. They were chatting and watching television.
“Have you finished, Jennifer?” Momy asked.
“Yes, Momy.”
“Good. Well done. May Allah reward you.”
“Ameen,” Jennifer answered, happy with Momy’s prayer.
Momy told her that she and Rubayya would go to the market because their father would return that evening.
Jennifer smiled.
“May Allah bring him back safely.”
“Ameen. Go and get ready.”
Jennifer went quickly to her room and dressed in a long black Arabian gown that Rubayya had given her. She wrapped the scarf neatly around her head and came out.
Rubayya was already standing near her car, talking on the phone. Jennifer stood aside, looking at her back. She closed her eyes softly. Rubayya touched her heart because she treated human beings with dignity regardless of their position.
Rubayya turned to her with a smile.
“Shall we go?”
Jennifer opened the car and entered, and they left.
They returned from the market at 3:27 p.m. Everyone rushed into the kitchen because Daddy would arrive by 7:00 p.m. They prepared many different dishes and did not finish until around 5:00 p.m.
At that time, Hajiya Uwani, who usually brought workers for Momy, arrived with two young women who would work with Jennifer. Both were Hausa girls.
Jennifer went to her room, praying that they would not discriminate against her because of who she was.
Later, Momy called her to the sitting room and introduced the new helpers.
“Jennifer, here are the assistants you have received.”
Jennifer greeted them warmly, and they greeted her back with smiles.
Momy told Jennifer that the next day she would show them how the work was done. For that day, the family would handle most things because everyone was busy.
Jennifer took them to the room near hers, showed them how to use everything, and returned to the kitchen.
Daddy Returns
Jennifer cleaned the kitchen, arranged the food on the dining table, polished the house until everything shone, lit incense, and returned to her room.
At 7:35 p.m., she heard cars entering the compound.
Her heart beat.
Daddy had returned.
She did not know him in person. She had only seen his photographs.
She heard noise rising from the main sitting room and knew they were happy because of his return.
For a moment, she wished her own life was like theirs. Quickly, she pushed the thought away.
Around ten o’clock, everywhere became quiet. She came out slowly and entered the sitting room. No one was there, and the place was scattered. She cleared everything, took the items to the kitchen, swept the area, and made it beautiful again.
She returned to the kitchen to clean it.
Then the telephone rang.
Surprised, she picked it up.
It was Khaleel.
“Come and clean my room.”
Then he ended the call.
Jennifer looked at the kitchen clock. It was almost eleven at night.
Haisam Sees Jennifer In Dubai
In Dubai, Haisam had traveled unwillingly for a business meeting. His mind had not been at peace since he was forced to travel, especially because the trip made him miss an important event connected to Meena.
After one of the meetings, Haisam and Yusuf stopped at a shopping mall to buy some things. As they were checking perfumes, they suddenly heard gunshots.
People shouted in fear.
“Everybody down!”
Everyone quickly dropped to the floor. Haisam also tried to obey, but then his eyes landed on someone.
A woman dressed in black trousers and a black shirt stood with a gun in her hand. Her eyes were covered with black glasses.
Haisam felt a terrible shock.
He stood without thinking and pointed at her.
“Je… Je… Jennifer?”
She removed the black glasses and looked at him with a dangerous expression.
He stammered:
“What… what are you doing here?”
One of the robbers pointed his gun at Haisam, ready to shoot.
“Do not kill him,” she said, looking at Haisam. “Let us go, please, guys.”
Haisam watched as they took the boxes from the jewelry section and left. Jennifer looked at him, and he looked at her until their car disappeared.
Yusuf rushed to him.
“Are you okay, Haisam? Are you crazy? They almost shot you.”
But Haisam’s mind was not with him.
“Jennifer,” he repeated inside his heart.
Haisam’s Suspicion Grows
After that incident, Haisam could no longer think clearly.
Who was Jennifer?
What was she doing in their house?
How could the same girl who worked as a maid in Nigeria appear in Dubai during an armed robbery?
Was she a spy?
But if she was a spy, why would she be involved in a robbery?
Everything became confusing.
He called Zahra immediately and asked where Jennifer was. Zahra was sleepy, but his panic frightened her.
She went to check, and one of the workers told her Jennifer had not been in the house since the previous day because her younger brother was sick.
Haisam heard enough. Sweat covered him.
Jennifer had not been home since yesterday.
He remembered that the woman in Dubai had stopped them from killing him.
“Wicked girl,” he thought bitterly. “May Allah expose your secret.”
He could not sleep properly that night. His mind kept turning over the same questions.
As soon as he returned to Nigeria, he promised himself he would find out the real reason Jennifer was in their house.
Haisam Returns To Nigeria
Haisam arrived in Nigeria at night and reached home around 11:00 p.m. He moved restlessly between their side of the house and the main house until sleep finally overtook him.
Early the next morning, Jennifer came out as usual to prepare breakfast after spending three days away, caring for David.
She met Suwaiba in the kitchen. They smiled and greeted each other while working.
Suddenly, Haisam appeared behind them, wearing only shorts as usual. Jennifer looked at him in fear and greeted him respectfully.
“Welcome back, Ya Haisam. Did you return safely? May Allah accept your worship.”
He stared at her, studying her closely.
Was this girl truly not dangerous?
The way she spoke to him respectfully shocked him. She behaved as if she was not the same person who had faced him in Dubai.
“You!” he said harshly. “Who are you?”
Jennifer looked at him in surprise and stood.
“I do not understand your question.”
“I am asking you a question.”
She shook her head slightly.
“I do not understand what you mean.”
“Okay. You will understand.”
He spoke as if he was ready to attack her.
He accused her of being deceitful, wicked, and dangerous. He warned her that he understood her tricks and that he would catch her in a way she would not escape.
Jennifer looked at him quickly as he left angrily.
She was not surprised. In fact, she had expected worse.
In her heart, she said:
“I will see, Haisam. If you truly have the big brain you claim, then know this: I will remain in your house, and nothing will remove me until my goal is complete. Even if you cut my flesh, I will not leave before my mission is done.”
Mahboob Misses Jennifer
Jennifer finished her work early and went to her room. She bathed and changed.
Not long after, someone knocked. Before she could answer, Mahboob entered with a smile.
“Oyoyo, oyoyo, oyoyo!”
“Ya Mahboob,” she said, stealing a glance at him.
He pulled a stool and sat down.
“I missed you so much.”
“Me too, Ya Mahboob,” she replied.
“Yesterday I kept looking for you, but I did not see you.”
She bent her head.
“I did not expect you people to return early. Did you return safely?”
“Yes,” he said, though his expression showed he was not satisfied. “Only that I missed you.”
She smiled.
“As if I am not in this world?”
“No. Even I was surprised. I did not know I had become so attached to you until I spent three days without seeing you. I became worried, even afraid. I kept thinking of your beautiful face. Whenever I looked at your picture, I felt better.”
Jennifer looked at him, already tired of his arranged words. She did not like men who spoke too smoothly. Most of them, in her mind, were liars.
“Jennifer,” he called.
She looked at him.
“You have entered my heart deeply. I do not know how our friendship became so strong. You have a large place in my heart. You are one of my sources of happiness. You are a friend I can be proud of.”
She smiled, and he smiled too.
“You are beautiful, Jennifer. Your beauty is the kind that captures every living soul. My prayer is that just as I missed my friend, she also missed me.”
Jennifer nodded, thinking silently that she wished it was Khaleel having that conversation with her.
Mahboob frowned.
“Look, I do not like tricks. Speak, do not only nod. Tell me how you missed me.”
“Can I trick you, Ya Mahboob? I missed you very much. That is why I came to your house early this morning, so I could see my brother.”
She covered her face with her hands.
He smiled proudly.
“Thank you,” he said and stood. “I will come back later.”
“May Allah bring you back safely.”
They smiled at each other, and he left.
Jennifer twisted her mouth and sat on the stool he had left. Mahboob’s words tired her.
Jennifer And Khaleel Again
At noon, Jennifer entered the kitchen as usual to prepare lunch. The kitchen telephone rang, and she picked it.
Khaleel’s cool voice entered her ear.
“Bring me coffee.”
He ended the call.
Jennifer released a breath and smiled. She quickly prepared the coffee and headed to his side because she had missed seeing him during the days they had been apart.
When she reached his door, she heard his low voice. Her heart dropped.
He was on the phone again with that woman.
She closed her eyes. This time, she would not listen to their conversation.
She greeted and entered quickly.
Their eyes met.
He was seated on a chair, wearing white three-quarter shorts and no shirt.
Jennifer placed the coffee quickly because she heard him say:
“My baby, I love you too.”
She turned to leave immediately.
“Listen,” he called.
She stopped.
“Wash my toilet.”
Her mood changed terribly. She turned weakly and went toward the bathroom.
He continued speaking on the phone.
“No, my baby, I am talking to our housemaid. Forgive me. I will come. O Allah, bring you safely to me. I will be very happy. Stop saying strange things about yourself. I have also missed having you close to me.”
Jennifer felt bitterness gather inside her. She splashed water around the toilet, finished, and came out.
He did not look at her. She passed and left.
Behind her, Khaleel watched her and laughed softly, biting his lower lip.
As soon as Jennifer left, she pulled the door shut with force and walked away in anger.
When she entered the kitchen, she met Suwaiba. They opened their eyes wide at each other, then hugged happily because they had missed each other.
The Hidden Woman In Saudi Arabia
During the family’s trip to Saudi Arabia, Haisam had another shocking encounter.
After three days there, he was leaving the mosque after prayer when his eyes fell on a woman dressed in a long Arabian gown. She stood with an older, fair Nigerian woman, talking and smiling. The younger woman held the older woman’s hand, kissed it, hugged her, and then left quickly.
Haisam froze.
He followed her, but before he could reach her, she disappeared into the crowd.
He returned quickly to where the older woman had been standing, but she too was gone.
“What is happening?” he whispered, hitting his head in frustration.
He ran in another direction and accidentally bumped into a woman. She pushed him and scolded him angrily.
When he looked at her face, his eyes widened.
She insulted him for walking without looking and continued walking.
He only came back to himself when she was almost leaving the mosque area.
“Jennifer!” he said.
Furious and confused, he rushed after her.
But once again, she escaped.
Haisam’s Questions
Haisam returned to his lodge with his heart burning. He did not know what to think anymore.
Who was Jennifer?
Why was she in their house?
Why had he seen someone exactly like her in Dubai during a robbery?
Why had he seen her again in Saudi Arabia?
How could a Christian girl who worked in their house be found near the sacred mosque?
How could she speak and behave like a different person outside Nigeria?
Was she really Jennifer?
Or was there someone who looked exactly like her?
No matter how much he tried to deny it, her voice had confirmed it to him. He believed she was the same person.
He promised himself that when he returned to Nigeria, he would make her confess who she truly was and why she had entered their lives.
Conclusion
Jennifer Book One Complete Hausa Novel takes Jennifer’s story into deeper mystery and emotional conflict.
Jennifer struggles with feelings for Khaleel while watching him speak lovingly to Jidda. Mahboob grows closer to her and openly shows care, but his smooth words make her uneasy. Haisam continues to treat her cruelly, yet his hatred turns into suspicion after he sees someone who looks like Jennifer in Dubai and Saudi Arabia.
Inside the house, Jennifer remains calm and hardworking. Outside the house, shocking events suggest that her life is far more complicated than anyone knows.
Her true identity is now the biggest question.
Is Jennifer only a Christian maid working in a wealthy Muslim home?
Or is she hiding a secret mission that connects her to powerful people, dangerous places, and a future no one in the house can imagine?
The mystery has only begun.