He had just stepped off the plane. At first glance, you could tell he was a tourist—tall, fair, strikingly handsome, with dazzling sexy eyes. The driver picked him up from the airport and drove him straight into Bauchi city, to the hotel where he lodged.
After a short rest, he dressed in casual clothes that highlighted his natural beauty, then called his friend Huzaifa to show him around the town. After touring, they stopped by an eatery to eat.
Meanwhile, Kursum was complaining to her friend Sumy about the stress they endured. “Every day we’re like errand girls while others relax in the hostel. We supervise food deliveries until everything gets into the kitchen.” Sumy replied, “Oh, Kursum, what’s so bad in that? It’s rewarding work, and at least we get to see the city.” Kursum hissed, “Then you can do it alone. As for me, I’ll rather go watch the monkeys play.” Sumy, already used to her friend’s behavior, just shook her head and left.
This was Kursum—a 17-year-old girl, beautiful, who disliked noise but could be fierce if provoked.
Sumy Meets Yazid (Disguised as Habib)
Later, Yazid admired the beauty of Bauchi girls. “I must find a babe before leaving this town,” he said. Huzaifa shook his head: “Yazid, you’re still the same, always playing with women. May God give you a woman who can tame you.” Yazid smirked, “There’s no woman alive who can tame me. To me, women are only like clothes to change.”
At that moment, Sumy, done with her errands, entered the eatery. Their eyes met. “Wow,” she thought, “this guy is hot.” Before she could think further, he greeted her. She quickly composed herself and responded politely. With his charming smile, he introduced himself as Habib (though his real name was Yazid). “I hope you won’t be stingy with your name,” he teased. Blushing, she replied, “My name is Sumayya, but you can call me Sumy.” He smiled mischievously: “I see you’re quiet. I hope you’ll accept me.”
Sumy lowered her head, her heart racing. At last, she felt she had found the prince charming she had always dreamed of. Yazid then slipped a beautiful silver ring on her finger as a token of his “love.” Sumy, overwhelmed, thanked him and prepared to leave as night approached. He asked when they could meet again; she suggested the next day. As she left, Yazid smirked wickedly—“This naïve girl will give me exactly what I want.”
By evening, Kursum returned to the hostel and found Sumy smiling dreamily. Teasing her, she asked: “Why are you smiling like a Christmas goat? Did your father visit?” Sumy blushed: “No, I’ve made a new catch. He’s so perfect. I think I’m in love.” Kursum frowned, warning: “Stay away from love—men are not trustworthy. Maybe he’s just a player.” But Sumy insisted: “Not Habib! He loves me. We’re even meeting tomorrow. Please, Kursum, come with me.”
That night, Yazid was in his hotel room, on the phone with another lover, Xee, who missed him dearly. He lied, promising to return to Kano in four days. Clearly, he was no prince charming—only a player.
Meanwhile, their school was not an ordinary one. It was an expensive boarding school, almost like an orphanage. Many students were left there by busy parents until they turned 18. The director, Gimbiya Hafsatu, was a greedy, harsh woman. If a girl reached 18 and her parents didn’t show up, she would marry her off, saying their parents had abandoned them.
Weekend arrived. Sumy insisted on meeting Habib again, with Kursum reluctantly waiting nearby. While waiting, Kursum encountered Yazid, who introduced himself this time as Kabir. Suspicious, she slapped him when he tried to touch her. Sumy arrived just in time and defended him, insisting: “His name is Habib, not Kabir. He loves me and even wants to marry me.” Kursum, shocked, warned: “Stay away from him—he has a hidden agenda.” But Sumy, blinded by love, dismissed her: “You’re just jealous because you don’t have a man. He’s mine, and we’ll marry soon.”
Yazid comforted Sumy, lying about being an orphan raised by an uncle. He professed undying love and pressed for marriage within three days. Naïve Sumy, convinced her director could arrange it, agreed. Yazid grinned inwardly: “She’s truly foolish. Once I get what I want, I’ll disappear forever.”
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Yazid’s Arrival and First Encounters
He had just stepped off the plane. At first glance, you could tell he was a tourist—tall, fair, strikingly handsome, with dazzling sexy eyes. The driver picked him up from the airport and drove him straight into Bauchi city, to the hotel where he lodged.
After a short rest, he dressed in casual clothes that highlighted his natural beauty, then called his friend Huzaifa to show him around the town. After touring, they stopped by an eatery to eat.
Meanwhile, Kursum was complaining to her friend Sumy about the stress they endured. “Every day we’re like errand girls while others relax in the hostel. We supervise food deliveries until everything gets into the kitchen.” Sumy replied, “Oh, Kursum, what’s so bad in that? It’s rewarding work, and at least we get to see the city.” Kursum hissed, “Then you can do it alone. As for me, I’ll rather go watch the monkeys play.” Sumy, already used to her friend’s behavior, just shook her head and left.
This was Kursum—a 17-year-old girl, beautiful, who disliked noise but could be fierce if provoked.
Sumy Meets Yazid (Disguised as Habib)
Later, Yazid admired the beauty of Bauchi girls. “I must find a babe before leaving this town,” he said. Huzaifa shook his head: “Yazid, you’re still the same, always playing with women. May God give you a woman who can tame you.” Yazid smirked, “There’s no woman alive who can tame me. To me, women are only like clothes to change.”
At that moment, Sumy, done with her errands, entered the eatery. Their eyes met. “Wow,” she thought, “this guy is hot.” Before she could think further, he greeted her. She quickly composed herself and responded politely. With his charming smile, he introduced himself as Habib (though his real name was Yazid). “I hope you won’t be stingy with your name,” he teased. Blushing, she replied, “My name is Sumayya, but you can call me Sumy.” He smiled mischievously: “I see you’re quiet. I hope you’ll accept me.”
Sumy lowered her head, her heart racing. At last, she felt she had found the prince charming she had always dreamed of. Yazid then slipped a beautiful silver ring on her finger as a token of his “love.” Sumy, overwhelmed, thanked him and prepared to leave as night approached. He asked when they could meet again; she suggested the next day. As she left, Yazid smirked wickedly—“This naïve girl will give me exactly what I want.”
Huzaifa, waiting outside, sighed: “God guide you, Yazid.” They drove off.
Kursum, Sumy, and Yazid’s Hidden Truth
By evening, Kursum returned to the hostel and found Sumy smiling dreamily. Teasing her, she asked: “Why are you smiling like a Christmas goat? Did your father visit?” Sumy blushed: “No, I’ve made a new catch. He’s so perfect. I think I’m in love.” Kursum frowned, warning: “Stay away from love—men are not trustworthy. Maybe he’s just a player.” But Sumy insisted: “Not Habib! He loves me. We’re even meeting tomorrow. Please, Kursum, come with me.”
That night, Yazid was in his hotel room, on the phone with another lover, Xee, who missed him dearly. He lied, promising to return to Kano in four days. Clearly, he was no prince charming—only a player.
Meanwhile, their school was not an ordinary one. It was an expensive boarding school, almost like an orphanage. Many students were left there by busy parents until they turned 18. The director, Gimbiya Hafsatu, was a greedy, harsh woman. If a girl reached 18 and her parents didn’t show up, she would marry her off, saying their parents had abandoned them.
Weekend arrived. Sumy insisted on meeting Habib again, with Kursum reluctantly waiting nearby. While waiting, Kursum encountered Yazid, who introduced himself this time as Kabir. Suspicious, she slapped him when he tried to touch her. Sumy arrived just in time and defended him, insisting: “His name is Habib, not Kabir. He loves me and even wants to marry me.” Kursum, shocked, warned: “Stay away from him—he has a hidden agenda.” But Sumy, blinded by love, dismissed her: “You’re just jealous because you don’t have a man. He’s mine, and we’ll marry soon.”
Yazid comforted Sumy, lying about being an orphan raised by an uncle. He professed undying love and pressed for marriage within three days. Naïve Sumy, convinced her director could arrange it, agreed. Yazid grinned inwardly: “She’s truly foolish. Once I get what I want, I’ll disappear forever.”