Ajiya a Duhu Book 3 Compelet Complete Hausa Novel by Billyn Abdull

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For over two minutes, they stared directly into each other's eyes without blinking, while the rest of the room watched them in stunned silence. With a mysterious air, their CEO rolled his prominent, milk-bright oily eyes behind his sleek, clear-framed white glasses. He turned his face aside, releasing a heavy exhale, before snapping his gaze back to her.

With a chilling mix of threat, authority, and detachment, he commanded:

> “Miss Maanal! Answer my question.”

Even though his voice was calm and soft, the words echoed like crackling thunder in Maanal's ears, reverberating deep inside her head. A sudden, paralyzing chill rushed through her joints and bones, mimicking the bitter cold of a late January morning.

"You are not serious, Miss Maanal," he added in a sharp, composed, yet deeply elegant tone, lightly tapping the desk with two fingers.

Maanal snapped back to reality like someone jolted awake from a deep slumber. Yet, the icy sensation continued to ripple from the top of her head down to her toes. She couldn't even comprehend how she managed to part her lips and calmly deliver the answer to his question, all while keeping her eyes locked onto his.

For the second time, he looked away. He wrinkled his face into a tight frown, turning his attention to the rest of the staff, who stood frozen, watching the drama unfold.

### The Allure of the Boss

Though this tension was shocking to Maanal, it was nothing new to the staff. Many young women in the company had long been infatuated with their boss. Female business clients often found themselves in the exact spell Maanal was currently experiencing.

It wasn't merely because their boss was better looking than other men, nor was it just about his flawless style, immense wealth, or impeccable manners. Allah had simply blessed him with a mesmerizing aura and an overwhelming charisma that commanded respect even from other men—despite him being a young man barely in his thirties.

He possessed the exact qualities that modern women sought after in this century. Despite his cold demeanor, reserved nature, and pride, women targeted him from every angle. Of course, money makes the world go round for people these days. In this day and age, society only respects a person for their status and what is in their pockets. You are only valued when you are high and mighty; people only love you because of the title you hold. The moment those riches slip away, everyone distances themselves, discarding you like trash because their initial love and respect were merely tied to your status.

### A Sudden Exit

His sudden movement broke everyone's chain of thought. He pushed the document in front of them, stood up fully, and adjusted his suit jacket, fastening its single button. Without sparing Maanal another glance, he walked toward the exit and said:

> “She will start working with us tomorrow, Insha Allah.”

With that, he walked out with an authoritative, manly stride—exuding the typical arrogance of privileged young men who know their worth and act like *the ultimate prize*.

## English Translation (Part 2)

### Wedding Arrangements and Secret Motives

While Maanal was at the Maawad Company for her interview, back in Kaduna, Daddy and his companions were preparing to deliver Yazeed’s wedding dowry to the father of Nazeefa (Aunty Sabuwa’s daughter). This rush was due to Hajiya Yaya’s relentless pressure on the matter.

Sensing that this issue was on the verge of causing major family discord, Ammie intervened, pleading with Daddy, who had originally insisted that the wedding should wait until the end of the year. He reluctantly agreed to send the money now, but not before delivering a harsh, biting remark to Ammie. Despite the pain his words caused her, she simply smiled and let it slide.

When the dowry money was delivered, they received an extraordinarily lavish reception, as if they were prestigious strangers. The over-the-top hospitality deeply surprised Daddy, but he suppressed his doubts and maintained a polite demeanor. He had gone there with his close friend, Alhaji Sunusi from Zaria, his neighbor Alhaji Isa, and another friend, Alhaji Sulaiman.

The real shock came when they began discussing the wedding date. Out of nowhere, Nazeefa’s father interjected, stating that one month was more than enough time because he was already fully prepared.

Daddy and his friends exchanged bewildered glances. Breaking the silence, Alhaji Isa suggested, “But Alhaji, shouldn't we extend the time a little, or at least hear Alhaji Usman's side of things?”

Nazeefa's father quickly countered, “Alhaji, you don't understand. In this day and age, when your daughter finds a good husband, you don't delay it. Alhaji Usman and I are one and the same. Please, just help me make this happen. In fact, even if we just conduct the Islamic marriage ceremony now, the main celebration can come later.”

Left speechless, Daddy simply shook his head slightly. Readjusting his posture, he said:

> “Very well. May Allah make it a blessing. However, besides this wedding, the groom has another marriage lined up. If we conclude this one, her own ceremony can take place in about five months. I initially wanted to host a double wedding to get it over with, but an unexpected illness disrupted our plans. Since health takes priority over everything in life, we put hers on hold to proceed with this one first.”

Nazeefa’s father paused for a moment. Then, a subtle smirk played on his lips as he replied, “No problem, Alhaji Usman. It’s all within the family since she is also one of us. May Allah take us to that time.”

Everyone chorused *"Amen."* They finalized the remaining details and settled on a two-month timeline instead.

The moment they stepped out of the house, Aunty Sabuwa, who had been eavesdropping from hiding, rushed into the living room and joyfully embraced her husband. He smiled covertly, thinking to himself:

> *(This joy is mine, not yours, Sabuwa. The time has finally come for me to retaliate against Alhaji Usman. It is time to forcefully take what he denied me in the past. The real game between us begins now...)*

*Oh dear, readers! What exactly is brewing between Nazeefa’s father, Alhaji Badaru, and Daddy? Let's wait and see...*

Maanal’s Distress and Dr. Rafeeq's Frustration

"Maanal, haven't you cried enough?" Rafeeq asked in frustration. “Ever since we left, you’ve been shedding tears. I’ve been talking to you, but you refuse to say a word. You know how much your condition breaks my heart. Please, tell me! Is something bothering you? Did they say something hurtful to you during the interview? Or did they reject you?”

Maanal remained completely silent, which only heightened his anxiety. They eventually arrived at Shahidah’s house. Before the car could even come to a complete stop, she flung the door open and hurried inside.

Distraught, Rafeeq debated following her. He paused, hesitated three times, and then quickly drove back to Maawad Company at a breakneck speed.

He stormed straight toward the CEO's office, bypassing the Assistant Secretary (AS) without waiting to be announced. The panicked AS trailed closely behind him, trying to stop him by explaining that the Boss had explicitly ordered that no one should disturb him.

The AS was terrified because throughout his time working under the CEO, he had never seen his boss in such a dark mood as when he left the conference room. He knew it took something severe for the Boss to ban visitors.

The Confrontation: RK and AA

The CEO heard everything from the moment Rafeeq (RK) walked in. He was standing by the massive, luxurious glass window that lined the office wall, hands in his pockets, staring out at the company courtyard and the beautiful Abuja skyline.

He made them wait for about three minutes before turning his head with a stiff, heavy motion. He fixed his eyes on them, flashed a cold, dismissive glare, and looked away.

The AS nervously began to stammer an apology, but the CEO raised two fingers, silently signaling him to leave. The AS nodded respectfully, swallowed his words, and closed the door behind him.

The CEO returned to staring out the window in absolute silence, matching Rafeeq's quiet fury. Rafeeq exhaled heavily in pure frustration, stepped closer to him, and demanded without looking at him:

> “Why did you agree to hire her with respect and dignity in the first place, only to humiliate her like that? Do you even know what she means to me, AA?!”

AA closed his bloodshot eyes. He let out a sharp, audible hiss that Rafeeq caught perfectly. A tense silence stretched for four minutes. Just as Rafeeq was about to give up on getting an answer, AA turned his head slightly toward him.

Their eyes met, each searching the other's gaze for answers. AA broke eye contact first, letting out a rare, mocking smile laced with deep frustration. His face quickly hardened again, and in a deep, low, rumbling voice, he muttered:

> “Calm down first. Let's talk when you're ready. Right now, I need to be alone.”

Rafeeq stared at him in utter disbelief, letting out a bitter smile of his own. He watched AA turn his back to stare out the window again. Rafeeq bit his lip hard before storming out of the office, slamming the door behind him. The sound made AA close his eyes tightly, though he didn't turn around.

### Good News from the Director

Rafeeq bypassed the AS and headed straight for the elevator. He was about to press the button but changed his mind. He walked down a long corridor lined with five offices and knocked on the second door. He was granted entry immediately since the occupant could see him via the security camera.

It was one of the panelists who had interviewed Maanal. Director Mustapha welcomed Rafeeq with a warm smile. As the Director stood up to offer him a refreshment, Rafeeq stopped him.

“Director Mustapha, thank you, but there's no need for that. Let’s just talk.”

"Alright, I hope all is well?" Director Mustapha asked, resuming his seat.

“I’m sorry, I know asking this goes against company policy. But I need to know for a very important reason. Please, that girl you interviewed today... did something bad happen during her session, or was she rejected?”

The Design Director, Mustapha, let out a relieved sigh and smiled. “No, Doctor, nothing bad happened at all. In fact, she was hired! The CEO even instructed her to start tomorrow, Insha Allah. The R&D Director just left my office; I gave him the list of everything her office will need so it can be fully set up today. Did something happen to her?”

“No! No! Nothing happened. Thank you so much.”

“There’s no need to thank me. The girl fully earned the position. She is incredibly smart and amazing. She demonstrated excellent problem-solving skills and an innovative approach during the interview. Given that the Boss approved her employment on the spot without any hesitation, you should know she is highly capable. Everyone on the panel was deeply impressed by her brains, honestly.”

Rafeeq smiled, nodding in appreciation. He extended his hand as he stood up. “Thank you, Director.”

“No worries, Doctor. Just doing my job.”

With that, Rafeeq said his goodbyes and left the office, the heavy weight that AA had placed on his chest finally lifting. However, his mind remained entirely consumed by why Maanal had been crying so bitterly…

## English Translation (Part 4)

### The Secret in the File

Director Mustapha let out a deep sigh and smiled to himself, amused by how he had hidden the rest of the interview details from Dr. Rafeeq. Suddenly, his office landline rang. Seeing it was from the CEO’s office, he answered immediately.

The AS informed him that the CEO requested his presence right away and that he should bring the new employee's file. Mustapha stood up with a chuckle, muttering to himself, *"Could there be a hidden story behind this girl? Well, time will reveal what's hidden."*

After being cleared by the AS, Mustapha entered the office. AA was now seated at his executive desk, unlike how Rafeeq had left him. Mustapha offered his greetings while standing. Without looking up from his computer screen, AA silently gestured for him to sit in the visitor's chair.

Mustapha sat down and said respectfully, “I’m here, Sir. I was actually finalizing the preparations when the AS called me.”

AA remained silent, his eyes fixed on the monitor. After about three minutes, he paused and looked at Director Mustapha.

"I'm sorry, I was occupied," AA said in his deep voice.

Mustapha quickly replied, “It's nothing, Sir.”

AA nodded and extended his hand for the file. Mustapha handed it over respectfully. AA opened it, meticulously examining every detail. After a while, he looked up. “You didn't finish the processing?”

“Yes, Sir! Right after you left, she stood up and walked out. We tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen. We simply proceeded with the paperwork as you ordered. We were actually starting to wonder if she has some sort of...”

Mustapha swallowed his words instantly when AA flashed him a dangerous, warning glare. Mustapha quickly looked down, nervously scratching the back of his neck. The office fell into a heavy silence for two minutes before AA dismissed him with a wave of his hand. Mustapha bowed respectfully and hurried out.

AA's Sudden Illness

As the afternoon break approached, AA found it impossible to continue working. A severe fever was creeping up on him, accompanied by a blinding headache. His eyes had turned entirely bloodshot. Yet, his facial expression remained completely blank, masking his agony.

After returning from the Dhuhr prayer, he lay down on the office sofa. The fever struck with full force, leaving him shivering with cold despite the burning heat of his body. He locked the door and strictly warned the AS that he did not want to see anyone. Consequently, the AS did not even knock for the Asr prayer, knowing how strictly his boss guarded his boundaries.

By 5:00 PM, the office staff began leaving for the day, but there was still no sign of the CEO. The AS grew deeply worried but kept his distance, knowing his boss was a notorious workaholic.

By Maghrib, the entire company building had fallen silent, leaving only the security guards. Driven by panic, the AS knocked on the door repeatedly, but there was no response.

Terrified, the AS dialed a number. Once the call was picked up, he explained the situation respectfully. He received instructions, bowed over the phone, and hung up.

As he paced anxiously outside the door, a distinguished-looking man in his late forties arrived. He bore a striking resemblance to AA, down to his stern, unsmiling expression. The AS greeted him warmly. The man nodded, pulled a white access card from his spotless white jallabiya pocket, and tapped it against the electronic door handle.

The doors slid open. The office was pitched in complete darkness, which made the AS’s heart drop—they both knew what it meant when AA isolated himself in the dark. The man turned on his phone flashlight, located the main switchboard, and flooded the office with light.

His eyes fell upon AA, who was curled up on the sofa. He rushed over, calling his name, but AA didn't respond. The man sat on the coffee table, gently pulling away AA's hands which were clutching his head.

The man gasped as he touched AA's burning skin. The cool contact of his hand caused AA to slowly open his large, bloodshot eyes. The milky brightness was entirely gone, replaced by a dull, feverish glare. The veins on his forehead were visibly bulging.

“Ya Ar-Rahman, Auta! You are sick, yet you came here to lie down? Are you mad? Don't you value your health?”

Instead of answering, AA simply closed his eyes again. The man hissed in frustration, hoisted AA up, and ordered, “Oya, get up. We are going home.”

AA didn't resist. As they walked out, the man ordered the anxious AS to gather the CEO's personal effects. The AS complied immediately as they left the premises.

## English Translation (Part 5)

### A Father's Panic and a Locked Door

Meanwhile, Rafeeq drove aimlessly, his mind completely consumed by Maanal. He was at a loss for how to interpret her reaction, especially after learning from the company that she had actually gotten the job. Was she crying out of pure joy, or was there something darker happening?

Desperate for answers, he turned back toward Shahidah’s house. He had traveled some distance when a call came through from a colleague at the hospital. It was an emergency; he was needed immediately. Rafeeq was forced to make a U-turn and speed back to the hospital, his anxiety peaking as two more doctors called him in a panic.

Back at the house, Maanal was drowning in tears. She had locked herself in her room since afternoon, refusing to come out. When the children returned from school and knocked on her door, she ignored them entirely.

This was the state of affairs her uncle found when he returned home. Linda explained that Maanal had rushed into the house crying bitterly, locked herself in her room, and hadn't opened it since.

Panicked, the uncle knocked frantically on her door, calling her name to no avail. Knowing her delicate health condition, his mind raced to the worst-case scenario. He called Shahidah, ordering her to come home immediately. Terrified, Shahidah asked what was wrong since her shift wasn't over, but he simply urged her to drop everything and come home.

The uncle fetched the security guard to help break the door down. By the time they returned, the children were crying outside the room. Despite their best efforts, the heavy door wouldn't budge.

The guard suggested, “Sir, we need a professional locksmith to avoid destroying the frame. Let me call a young man I know who handles this.”

Uncle Sadeeq nodded helplessly. Just then, Shahidah rushed in, frantic with worry. He explained what Linda had told him, and Shahidah’s hands began to shake. She hammered on the door, her voice trembling as she called out Maanal's name, but silence met her pleas.

A sudden thought struck her. She bolted out of the living room, racing toward the backyard where the bedroom windows were located, desperate to find a way in…

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*Oh my! What an intense twist! What exactly is the connection between Maanal and AA? And what is the relationship between Rafeeq (RK) and AA? It is crystal clear that there is a deep, profound history between them.*

*Do you want to find out what happens next? Let's discuss it in the comments section!*

AJIYA A DUHU (The Hidden Trust)

**By Bilyn Abdull**

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