Furar Danko Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

His loud voice and flashy appearance—showing that he too was some kind of flamboyant character—made many people around stop suddenly. They turned and began looking at him.

But surprisingly, the girl didn’t even show that she noticed him. She simply continued walking.

As he kept trying to catch up with her, the girls who had turned toward him began to pout and make mocking expressions. None of them paid him any real attention; they only watched him as he hurried after her while she was almost reaching the area where public transport vehicles were allowed to stop.

She threw him a sharp look, her face tightening even more.

He softened his expression and joined his hands together in front of him in a pleading gesture. But she only clicked her tongue and moved as if to continue walking away.

He stepped in front of her again and said,

“Come on, Babie, please listen to me—just for one thing. Your address or phone number, please… abeg.”

With pride and attitude in her voice, she replied,

“And who exactly are you to ask me that?”

Although he was surprised to hear Hausa from her, he quickly composed himself and smiled.

“I’m your neighbor from the plane, beauty! My name is MM Atik Kumo. My father, M. Atik Kumo, is a name known by anyone who lives in Nigeria—and even across Africa—”

“Hey, stop right there! I’ve had enough of your nonsense talk,” she cut him off sharply. “You sound like an old, noisy parrot. Move aside before I wash that useless face of yours with a slap, you stupid man!”

She said it boldly as she brushed past him and walked away.

He stood there frozen like a statue carved for history, staring after her. Everyone around them also stopped in shock at what had just happened.

After all, everyone knew the name MM Atik Kumo. Yet this girl—with her striking, almost Jewish-like features—had just spoken to him with such boldness. And strangely enough, she didn’t seem bothered at all… just as he didn’t seem ready to take any action.

“Hey! Uncle Smart, look—there’s Aunty Lulu!”

A handsome young boy sitting on top of a large black SUV shouted while pointing toward her.

The man he called Uncle Smart, who was standing beside the car with his head lowered and a Nokia keypad phone in his hand, slowly raised his head—as if his neck hurt.