Abban Sojoji Book 2 Complete Hausa Hausa By Hafsat Bature

She raised her eyes and noticed the girl sitting on the prayer mat wearing a hijab. Then she looked back at the girls in the car who were reluctant to come out. She clicked her tongue and said, “Are you planning to sleep in the car?”

One talkative girl laughed and said, “Hajiya, honestly this car feels so cool inside, the air is so refreshing I don’t even want to step out.”

Hajiya shook her head and smiled slightly. “That coolness you’re enjoying is the air conditioner. Even inside the house there is AC everywhere.”

Excited, the five girls stepped out. They looked like people rescued from hardship—their clothes were mismatched and tight, their shoes worn out, their makeup messy with lipstick smeared across their cheeks, black dots marked on their noses and foreheads. They scratched their heads constantly.

This was how she brought them from the village, groomed them, and placed them in homes as domestic workers, taking her commission.

She looked at the guard and said, “Bring the girl to me.”

Then she turned to the village girls and said, “Let’s go inside. But if any of you misbehave, I’ll send you back to your village to continue selling fura at the market.”

They entered the living room, and the girl followed behind them. The village girls stared around in amazement at how beautiful the place was. They even tried climbing onto the plush sofas, but Hajiya stopped them sharply. “Hey! None of you should sit on my sofas. There’s a carpet—sit on it. Behave like women!”

They settled down quietly. The girl, being more composed, found a spot to sit alone, while the others squeezed together like canned fish.

Hajiya went inside calling her maid, “Larai! Larai! Where are you? It’s like there’s no one in this house.” Larai came out, yawning, as if she had just woken up.

“Welcome back, Hajiya. I fell asleep. I took some cold medicine because it was disturbing me.”

Hajiya clicked her tongue playfully. “I don’t trust you and this constant cold medicine. Are you sure you haven’t started taking other substances?” she teased.

Larai laughed. “Hajiya, may Allah protect me from such things.”

“Good. Now, is there food in the house? I’ve brought children from the village.”

Larai shook her head. “No, Hajiya. I didn’t know you were coming back today. I would have cooked.”

Hajiya sighed. “It’s my fault for not informing you. We have bread, right? Just prepare tea and maybe some noodles for them.”

“Yes, Hajiya,” Larai replied and went to the kitchen.

Hajiya went to her room to freshen up and change.

The girl prayed silently in her heart, asking Allah to grant her this job so she could help her siblings who were suffering. One of the village girls asked her, “Do you know how to turn on the TV? Turn it on for us.”

She shook her head—not because she didn’t know how, but because she was afraid Hajiya might scold her and send her away. They mocked her, saying, “She probably doesn’t know how. Just a sad village girl.”

She glared at them and said, “Yes, I know how—but I won’t. Don’t you have hands?” They fell silent, surprised that the quiet girl could speak up.

Hajiya returned wearing a milk-colored night outfit, her hair tied with a ribbon, holding an Infinix Hot 10 phone. When they saw her, they sat properly.

She sat on a three-seater sofa so she could address them comfortably. The girl leaned against the two-seater on the right while the others sat to her left.

Calmly she began, “I have already explained everything to you, haven’t I?” They nodded.

“What remains now is to teach you how to conduct yourselves. You cannot go to people’s houses as workers looking untidy. You must learn personal hygiene, environmental cleanliness, and food hygiene. You need to learn many things from me, and by Allah’s will, I will guide you.”

She turned to the girl and said, “Young lady, you’ve been quiet. I don’t know you, but I want to know why you are looking for me.”

The girl opened her mouth to speak, but seeing the village girls staring at her like rabbits made her stammer.

Hajiya’s voice made them look away. “Is that your problem—always staring and gossiping?” They lowered their heads but kept listening.

In a soft voice the girl said, “I heard you help girls get jobs, so I came to ask for your help too.”

Hajiya held her head with her left hand. “Oh dear! If I had known that was why you came, I would have told you earlier to go home. Right now, no one has asked me to find them a worker. These girls you see are the only ones left to deliver to those I already promised. There’s no new request. I’m sorry, my daughter.”