Lullubin Biri Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Office and the Movie

“Hey, don’t move, we are US Navy Seals… God! Damn it… we have a tango in the north wing every week. Stop! Stop! Stop!… Great teamwork guys, yeah, we will mark you for the assist on this one.”

This was the audio coming from the huge plasma television mounted on the office wall, which was playing an American movie called Steel Brigade. Right at the moment the soldiers captured the masked individual, Yusuf, who was spinning around in his chair, wiped both palms across his face and let out a deep breath through his mouth.

“Oh, damn it.”

“I told you they’d catch him,” Khalid said, his eyes still glued to the TV screen. All his front teeth were on display, showing how thrilled he was with the outcome.

Yusuf turned his chair to one side again and let out a short, irritated hiss. “Whoever the producer is, he really doesn’t know how to script a movie.”

“Haha, but that’s exactly how it should be! Just looking at those soldiers, you know they aren’t joke characters. Besides, it’s better that they caught him early on; it makes the plot flow much better.”

“But maybe he could have escaped them?” Yusuf countered.

“How? It’s a woman, you know. It would be quite difficult for her to break free.”

“That is not a woman.”

“Just wait until they unmask her and you’ll see. You could tell it’s a woman just from the way she was running, and not even a masculine one at that.”

Khalid’s words trailed off as the audio from the movie continued, and they both fell silent, returning their attention to the screen.

“Get the mask!!… There is no harm in the air, we already checked, except for the thorpe’s breath.”

One of the soldiers barked the command, instantly ripping the mask off the person’s face. In that exact moment, Khalid’s prediction was proven right. A wide grin broke across his face, and he turned to look at Yusuf, who was repeatedly letting out frustrated sighs, clearly unhappy with how it turned out.

The Critical Diagnosis

Just as Yusuf opened his mouth to speak, there was a knock at the office door. It pushed open gently to reveal a young woman holding some paperwork, dressed in a nurse’s uniform. She closed the door behind her and walked into the office, stopping in front of the desk where Yusuf sat, slowly rocking his chair from side to side.

With utmost respect, she bowed her head slightly and placed the files on the desk, sliding them forward in front of him.

“Sir, here are the results we obtained,” she said, clasping her hands behind her back.

“Has she woken up?” Yusuf asked, opening the file to scan through it.

“Yes, sir. She woke up at around 1:12, but she passed out again after barely four seconds. It seems it will still take some time before she fully regains consciousness.”

Silence followed her statement. Behind his clear-rimmed glasses, Yusuf’s eyes traced the handwritten text inside the file, carefully absorbing and analyzing the information. After a couple of seconds, Yusuf lifted his head from the paperwork. He reached up, rubbed his forehead, and leaned back into his chair, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Huuuuhh.” A gust of air escaped his lips.

“EXOGENOUS DEPRESSION,” he pronounced in a voice heavy with deep sympathy, closing his eyes. His words immediately made Khalid shift his gaze back to him.

“So, is she in the bipolar stage?”

Yusuf nodded his head in confirmation without saying a word. After a few silent moments, he looked up at the nurse and asked, “And according to the investigation by the security agencies, she has no relatives at all in this country?”

“Exactly, sir. They have confirmed it… Honestly, her entire situation completely baffles me.”

Khalid chimed in, “There’s definitely something fishy about this case. They need to investigate further. Because if she doesn’t reside in this country, who brought her here, dumped her, and then abandoned her in such a critical condition?”

Yusuf let out another heavy breath before asking the nurse, “Who is the attending physician in charge of her?”

“Sir, she is under the care of Dr. Nameer. But to be honest, she is facing a serious problem there.”

“What kind of problem?”

“Dr. Nameer has a very harsh temperament. He flatly stated that as long as she has no family relations present, he won’t give her the proper medical attention she requires. In fact, right now, he has even refused to prescribe the necessary injections she needs, claiming that even if he writes them down, there is no one around to buy them for her.”

For the umpteenth time, Yusuf shook his head, his heart overflowing with immense pity. He picked up a small slip of paper, signed it, and handed it to her along with the file.

“Go to Pharmacy Sumayya. Let everything necessary be done for that woman. I will transfer money into your account. For God’s sake, take good care of her, and I promise to reward you handsomely.”

She bowed, took the file while pouring out her gratitude, and bade them farewell before exiting the office.

An Overwhelmed Doctor

Three minutes after she left, Yusuf stood up and adjusted his Zanna Bukar cap onto his head, his face openly displaying the deep distress weighing on his mind.

“Get up, let’s go, Khalid.”

“No, don’t you have remaining work to finish?”

“I can’t do anything else right now, Khalid. My head is pounding. I will speak to Dr. Yusrah to cover for me.”

Khalid stood up as well, and they walked toward the door. As they went, he said to Yusuf, “Doctor, you need to stop carrying other people’s problems so heavily in your heart…”

But before he could finish his sentence, Yusuf cut him off, saying…