Sirrin Daukaka Book Complete by Aisha JB .txt

<p>Abuja Airport</p><p>He descended from the plane with an air of elegance, as though every step he took was measured and deliberate. Slowly, he made his way toward the crowd of people gathered to welcome travelers. Dressed in a black suit, his expression was stoic, lacking warmth. This was Abrar Abdulhameed, a strikingly handsome man in his early thirties, with chocolate-colored skin and a neatly trimmed beard that framed his well-sculpted face.</p><p>He approached a sleek and luxurious car, pausing briefly to check his wristwatch. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he muttered to himself—he despised wasting time.</p><p>From a distance, another handsome man approached, wearing a smile. Fair-skinned, though not excessively so, he was dressed in a casual jeans outfit. He greeted Abrar with a firm handshake, his smile unwavering.</p><p>Annoyed, Abrar asked, “Where have you been, Saeed? I’ve been waiting for you!”</p><p>Still smiling, Saeed replied, “Sorry, my friend. I was helping a lady into her car. She just returned from Germany.”</p><p>Abrar scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Oh, you and your antics! When will you stop chasing every woman you see?” He got into the car, letting out another sigh of frustration.</p><p>Saeed chuckled. “If only you’d seen her! She’s stunning, I’m telling you. The moment I saw her, I felt an overwhelming attraction!”</p><p>Abrar chose not to respond, knowing it was futile. Saeed continued talking as they drove to a lavish house, beautifully designed and well-kept. The gate opened, and they parked inside.</p><p>A beautiful woman stepped out of the house, wearing a skirt and blouse made from quality fabric. Her face was heavily made up, and she had a fair complexion with a curvy figure, though she was not very tall. This was Hafsat, Abrar’s wife.</p><p>She hurried over to Abrar, embracing him warmly and welcoming him home. Abrar gently pulled away, smiling faintly.</p><p>Saeed teased, “Don’t you even feel embarrassed, Hafsat?” He laughed as he said it.</p><p>Playfully glaring at him, Hafsat replied, “Why should I be embarrassed? My husband is home!”</p><p>Everyone laughed as they made their way into the spacious, fragrant living room. Hafsat and Abrar later went to their bedroom, where he freshened up and changed before joining Saeed in the dining area for lunch. Hafsat served them a delicious meal, smiling throughout. While Saeed praised the food enthusiastically, Abrar remained silent, quietly eating.</p><p>After lunch, Saeed left, while Abrar retrieved his laptop to continue working.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>Later that night</p><p>Hafsat, now dressed in an alluring nightgown, approached Abrar. She was chewing gum, her perfume filling the air as she walked gracefully toward him. Sitting on his lap, she pouted.</p><p>“Sweetheart, are you still working?” she asked in a sulky tone.</p><p>“Yes,” Abrar replied. “Please let me finish. Go to bed.”</p><p>“But this is supposed to be my time with you,” she protested.</p><p>Sensing she wouldn’t give up, Abrar sighed, stood up, and led her to the bedroom to avoid an argument.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>One Week Later</p><p>Hafsat sat crying as Abrar packed his travel bag. He hated seeing women cry, so he paused and sat beside her, holding her hand.</p><p>“Come on, baby. Why are you doing this? You know I’m traveling for work. Why do you always cry when I leave?”</p><p>Tearfully, she replied, “I’ll miss you, sweetheart.” She hugged him tightly.</p><p>He gently pried her off, comforting her. They heard a knock at the door, and Saeed entered, smiling mischievously.</p><p>“Ah, Romeo is leaving Juliet behind!” Saeed teased.</p><p>Abrar playfully swatted him. “Don’t make my wife cry. Let’s go.”</p><p>Laughing, Saeed said, “Your wife is just too dramatic.” He stuck his tongue out at Hafsat, who glared at him playfully.</p><p>Saeed accompanied Abrar to the airport, waiting until his plane took off before heading back.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>What shocked me the most was seeing Saeed return to Abrar’s house. The gatekeeper opened the gate for him, and as he stepped out of his car, he handed the gatekeeper an envelope filled with money.</p><p>Inside, Hafsat sat on the couch. When Saeed entered, they exchanged a knowing smile before embracing and kissing passionately.</p><p>What is going on here? May God protect us from falling into sin. Amen.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>Abrar Abdulhameed, as his name suggests, is the youngest of three siblings. His two older sisters, Sa’adatu and Rahina, are both married. Sa’adatu has two daughters, Iklima and Ikram, while Rahina has one son, Mukhtar. Abrar is dearly loved by his family, and he cherishes them in return.</p><p>He completed his education in Abuja, where he studied business from secondary school through university. It was during secondary school that he met Saeed, and they remained close friends ever since.</p><p>Abrar’s father sponsored Saeed’s education, as his family couldn’t afford it. Despite his humble beginnings, Saeed became influenced by bad company during university. Although Abrar tried to discourage him, Saeed slowly gave in to negative habits.</p><p>Abrar, on the other hand, was disciplined and focused. A man of few words, he prioritized his education and career over everything else. After university, he began working at a company owned by his father. He brought Saeed on board, entrusting him with many responsibilities, as Abrar often traveled abroad for work.</p><p>However, Abrar’s mother started pressuring him to get married. Though he hadn’t found a woman he loved, he eventually married Hafsat. Little did he know what betrayal awaited him in his own home.</p><p> </p><p> </p>