Goje 5 Hausa Books Compelet By Binta Umar Abbale

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  GOJEBOOK 5 COMLETE    

With deep care, he replied, "Ameen, O Allah. Thank you so much, may Allah bless you all."
They all chorused, "Ameen."
Uwale, who was sitting off to the side watching them, spoke up. "So, Umar, your eyes are so blinded by them that you aren't even thinking about me, right?"
He smiled and said, "Uwale, our greeting with you is entirely different. You are the senior wife, after all, and aged honey is the best medicine."
She countered, "I don't agree, Umar. Personally, I am quite jealous of this."
He laughed and said, "So you don't believe my words? Uwale, before I had anyone else, I had you. Therefore, there is no need to be jealous; set your heart at ease."
She pouted, stood up, and looked at them. "Get up and let's go check on your husband's friend, if you two are finished with your romance."
Hamra’u covered her mouth, exclaiming, "Uwale, romance?"
She replied, "Absolutely. I saw everything you were doing, keeping him in the middle while each of you was putting on a flirtatious display."
The comment filled Zinat with a mixture of amusement and surprise! Romance? With a man who wasn't even in full good health? Though, truth be told, if he were given the slightest opportunity, what he would do would surpass even this.
To cut the story short, it wasn't until after the late afternoon prayer (Asr) that they began preparing to return home.
The man suddenly put on a pitiful display, insisting that they couldn't all leave together and that one of them absolutely had to stay behind with him.
Uwale said, "I know exactly which one you are targeting among them. Look closely at her—she is unwell and her pregnancy is heavily advanced. Even if she stays, there is nothing she can do for you."
He fell silent, analyzing her words.
Zinat then said, "It's no problem. Hamra’u, you should stay with him. Aunty Zeey is also here with ASP, so you can all stay together."
Joy completely flooded Hamra’u's heart, but she kept it to herself and didn't let it show openly.
Uwale agreed, "That is the best solution." He couldn't say anything further, even though in his heart, this wasn't what he wanted.
He had hoped to get an opportunity to relieve some tension with Zinat, but it didn't happen. Under the watchful eyes of Uwale and Hamra’u, he had no choice but to surrender and suppress his intense desire, even though her heavily advanced pregnancy incredibly aroused him.
After they left, ASP began to tease him, saying he definitely shouldn't waste time; since he had been given the chance, he should just enjoy his honeymoon right there in the hospital to his heart's content.
In his heart, however, he didn't care for that at all. The woman he intensely craved was entirely different from the one standing before him. Hamra’u was a woman too, but his attention was completely detached from her.
Along with Aunty Zeey, they went to the town's market to buy the daily necessities they would need.
Each woman cared for her husband to the best of her ability, but there was no real emotional intimacy between Umar and Hamra'u; they only interacted through basic greetings, and otherwise, everyone minded their own business.
For a whole week they stayed together, sleeping and waking in the same space, but he never made a single attempt to initiate intimacy with her.
During the night, he had an erotic dream. When he woke up, his body was completely messy. His member was heavily erect, filling his trousers entirely, and his whole demeanor had shifted.
By dawn, he managed with great difficulty to pray, and remained seated on the prayer mat, analyzing how to approach the situation.
She emerged from the bathroom, freshly bound in her ablution, and stood near him to perform her prayer. As soon as she finished, he looked at her and said, "I am going to lie down now. Come and give me a massage."
She replied, "Alright," and without even removing her hijab, she followed him.
He fixed his eyes on her as her hands began to touch his body.
He called her name, and she looked at him, responding.
He asked, "Are you ready to receive my message?"
She asked, "What kind of message, my brother?"
He pulled her close to his body and whispered the words directly into her ear.
Shyness completely gripped her, preventing her from saying a word.
As for him, feeling her against his body only heightened his agitation. His body began to tremble violently, and he started trying to pull off her clothes.
She did not deny him his marital right, but she suffered terribly at his hands, losing all her composure and weeping bitterly. As he handled her, he found it completely impossible to reach satisfaction due to her severe lack of natural lubrication, which left her badly chafed and injured, and affected him similarly.
They kept at it continuously until daybreak. ASP eventually grew tired of knocking on their door and walked away, his mind wandering with assumptions.
Like a man driven mad, Umar kept calling her name, saying, "What kind of creature are you, Hamra’u? You have completely failed to satisfy me. Please, do not leave me in this state—help me."
In a muffled, weak voice, she said, "My brother, what kind of help can I possibly give you after this? I am completely exhausted too. Please, have mercy and get off me."
He shook his head fiercely, saying, "I will not get off until I am satisfied! Zinatu completely outclasses you in every aspect; I am always proud of her natural lubrication." He spoke these words while continuing to drive into her, all in a desperate bid to find the release he needed.
She could only weep out of sheer frustration. The abuse and humiliation were too much—to be with her while openly declaring that her co-wife possessed far superior intimacy.
He didn't care about her crying; in truth, he wasn't even fully aware of what he was saying. Finally, with immense effort and at the absolute limit of his strength, he discharged the tension that had tightly bound his lower abdomen. He collapsed off her, his body severely chafed, especially between his thighs, which had turned completely red. He headed toward the toilet, limping and staggering like a newly circumcised boy.
As he bathed, he pondered over what had just transpired between him and the girl.
So, women really did vary drastically. His first wife was completely perfect; he had never encountered a single issue like this with her.
Hamra’u was a virgin—he could certainly confirm that, as he had spent over twenty minutes struggling before he could fully penetrate her. However, instead of feeling like he was swimming in fluid luxury as he usually did when he was with Zinat, he experienced a total contrast; the girl was completely dry, yielding no pleasure, and had left him entirely bruised.
He finished his bath and stepped out, twisting his face in discomfort.
He found her lying completely flat, entirely worn out and out of it.
He felt a pang of pity for her. Dressing himself, he stood over her and called her name.
She answered with great difficulty but did not sit up.
He said, "I'm sorry, you hear? It isn't entirely my fault either, but you know you are unwell, right?"
With a parched throat, she looked up at him before saying, "I am perfectly fine."
He nodded, looking down at her, and said, "Okay, since you say so, fine. Get up, clean yourself up so we can eat. You can hear them knocking on our door, right?"
She remained silent and said nothing.
He picked up his phone and made his way toward the exit.
She stopped him by calling his name.
He paused without answering.
In a faint voice, she said, "I cannot get up."
He paused for a moment, looking at her, before walking back to her side.
He took her hand, and as she lowered her legs to the floor, she winced, biting her lips in pain.
Lifting her into his arms, he carried her straight into the bathroom. He prepared warm water for her, placed her inside it, and then stepped out to give her privacy to clean herself up.
ASP teased and joked with him relentlessly, but Umar couldn't say much in response because ASP’s wife was sitting right there.
He ate his food in the room until he was full, and then asked Zeey for a favor—to go check on Hamra’u.
She put some food together for her and left.
Once she departed the room, Umar looked at ASP and said, "ASP, I am completely tired of staying in this hospital. Have you spoken with Dr. Salihu?"
He replied, "Yes, when he came in earlier, he assured me that everything should be cleared up within this week. Maybe by Monday morning, we will be back home."
Umar let out a deep sigh; he would absolutely love that, as he was thoroughly tired of staying in one place, and the intense craving for his first wife was severely tormenting him.
ASP looked at him and joked, "The groom of the new bride!"
Umar let out a sharp, quiet hiss, saying, "ASP, women really do come in all types. That girl truly made me suffer."
ASP remarked, "Yes, every woman has the unique gift that Allah has bestowed upon her. One surpasses another; that is just how things are."
Umar shook his head, saying, "I can personally testify to that."
ASP advised, "But don't ever show it to them outwardly that you find more satisfaction with one over the other. If you make the mistake of showing it, you will create serious trouble. Try your best to hide it."
Umar admitted, "By God, I couldn't find any release with that girl until I completely visualized Zinatu in my heart. Only then did I manage to finish. And besides that, my entire body is aching now."
ASP said, "Incredible. But what caused that?"
Umar explained, "She is unwell. I told her so, but she denied it. Therefore, from this day onward, I will not put myself through that destruction again."
ASP fell silent, expressing sympathy for his friend. He then said, "Don't worry. Speak to her openly about her condition so she can seek a remedy. You know a woman hates to be left behind, especially when there are two, three, or four wives to a man."
Umar said, "That is exactly what I plan to do for her, because I cannot deal with such frustrating situations."
ASP simply smiled before continuing to offer him advice on how to maintain peace and harmony within his household.
From the day that incident occurred, he did not touch her again, fearing what consequences might follow. She didn't mind either; she simply focused on nursing herself, as he had caused her no small amount of physical injury.
On the day they were finally set to return home, he was the happiest person alive, his face radiating pure joy. He was full of life, bidding everyone farewell with immense respect and courtesy. The gifts he received in Zamfara were countless—major merchants, dignitaries, politicians, and others honored him greatly that day. The hospital was packed with people coming to say goodbye to him and his friend, a truly proud moment where many took historic photos with him.
They were driven directly from the state government house in a vehicle straight to their residence.
Naturally, as someone with an advanced pregnancy, Zinat was overjoyed by his return home. However, he did not receive the dedicated attention he desired from her, and consumed by his own urges, he completely failed to make excuses for her condition! He began throwing tantrums, feeling that she wasn't genuinely happy or excited about his return.
He was acting entirely on his own impulses; on her part, her primary concern was delivering the baby in her womb safely, as her health fluctuated wildly from one day to the next.
The day after his return, unable to contain his urges any longer, he demanded his marital right out of nowhere! At that exact moment, she was experiencing a severe ache in her lower abdomen, and as she lay helplessly on the bed, he attempted to overpower her.
She burst into tears, pushing him away and crying out, "By God, you have no mercy! Don't you look at the condition I am in before trying to force yourself on me?"
His temper flared upon hearing her words. He snapped, "Aren't you ashamed to say such a thing to me?"
She sat up, breathing heavily, and said, "What shame? It is the absolute truth! I am not your only wife. Have some patience with me. I already told you yesterday that I am perfectly fine with you going to Hamra’u's room, wallahi."
He became furious, shouting, "I don't want hers, I want yours! On what grounds are you denying me my right? You have no valid excuse to deny me."
She wiped her face with her hand and said, "Wallahi, I am not feeling well at all. There is absolutely nothing I can do right now, so please just understand."
He fixed his reddened eyes on her, completely consumed by a desperate lust, his body trembling with frustration.
Shaking his head in deep anger, he got off the bed, grabbed his shirt, and began putting it on.
She simply watched him, astonished by his relentless nature. If it weren't for his stubbornness, Hamra’u was a woman too, and she had explicitly given him permission to go to her, yet he failed to understand. She simply couldn't cope with his volatility.
Because he had no other option, he swallowed his pride and went to Hamra’u with his desires.
However, before she would submit to him, they had to go through a fierce struggle as well; she still hadn't forgotten the terrible ordeal she had suffered at his hands.
Frustrated by her resistance, he lost all restraint and insulted her ruthlessly to his heart's content. He snapped, "It was only out of absolute necessity that I came to your room, yet you have the audacity to be disrespectful to me! Our very first encounter was a massive struggle, so let me tell you plainly: you need to find a remedy, because you lack natural lubrication entirely."
She wept so bitterly it felt as though her heart would stop out of pure grief and humiliation!
He didn't care; he pinned her down, his body shaking, praying to God that he would find some satisfaction this time. But no! There was absolutely no change—today was exactly like the day before. He tried using various skilled techniques and foreplay to see if there would be any improvement, but it yielded nothing; perhaps that was simply her natural anatomy.
He hissed repeatedly, completely drenched in sweat. As for her, the pain became unbearable; she felt torn and burning inside. She finally opened her mouth and began to scream at the top of her lungs, begging him to get off her.
Like a magnetic force, he remained tightly glued to her body, refusing to let go. Tears of utter frustration and bitterness threatened to spill from his own eyes; if he stopped now without reaching release, he felt he might literally burst! That was why he kept pushing desperately to fulfill his desire.
Uwale, who was in her own room, began to hear the screams. Deeply alarmed, she came out and headed straight for Hamra’u’s room, knocking heavily. She hadn't expected him to be in there, since when he arrived, she was in her room performing her mid-morning (Duha) prayer.
She called out, "Hamra’u, is everything alright? What on earth is happening? Open the door!"
Hearing Uwale’s voice, he quickly clamped his palm over Hamra'u's mouth to silence her! He did not relent until he finally discharged his built-up tension. Utterly exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed, gasping heavily for air.
He lay there for over twenty minutes, panting from the exertion, as sleep threatened to overcome him. The continuous knocking from Uwale suddenly jolted him awake.
He glared at where Hamra’u lay, said nothing to her, stood up, put on his clothes, and went to his own room to clean himself up.
The moment he stepped out, both women fixed their eyes on him. Zinat wasn't surprised at all, but Uwale stared at him in complete shock.
He quickly brushed past them and left the house, leaving them watching his departure.
Uwale shook her head, still utterly amazed by his behavior. Though, on second thought, it wasn't that surprising; the man was completely unpredictable, and he was capable of doing far worse.
She walked straight into the room, with Zinat following close behind her.
They found Hamra’u lying down, completely pale and dazed.
Both women assumed this was her very first wedding night experience, seeing how thoroughly battered she looked.
Uwale stood over her and said, "I'm sorry. It seems you resisted him, which is why he decided to show you his strength."
Hamra’u shook her head, her voice completely hoarse as she said, "No, I didn't resist him. It's just that it hurts me terribly."
Zinat felt an urge to laugh, but she suppressed it, remaining completely silent as she watched her.
With great difficulty, Uwale helped her up, and they went into the bathroom together.
Zinat stepped out of the room, suppressing the emotions rising from the depths of her heart.
However, the moment she walked into her own room, she found him lying flat on her bed, wearing nothing but a pair of short underwear, with his legs spread wide.
Her temper flared! Seeing him like this—what was the point of what he had just done?
She hardened her face and snapped, "What is the meaning of this?"
With half-closed eyes, he said, "I am not well. Come and check on me."
She felt a sudden urge to beat him thoroughly! He had just gone and enjoyed himself elsewhere, and now he was coming to lie down on her bed like this!
She turned around to walk out, completely disgusted by his behavior.
He called her name, causing her to stop in her tracks, throwing a sharp glare back at him.
He sat up and gestured with his hand, signaling her to come to him.
She pouted deeply and said, "What am I supposed to do for you now?"
He said, "Just come here and listen to what I have to say."
She let out a heavy sigh and walked over, though her expression remained completely cold.
He sat her down right next to him and immediately began attempting to pull down his underwear!
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly tried to spring up, but he firmly grabbed her hand.
"I'm not going to do anything to you. I just want to show you the injuries I sustained."
She stared at him, marveling at the absolute shamelessness of the man.
She averted her gaze; it wasn't as if this was her first time seeing his body, but she felt incredibly self-conscious because the room was brightly lit.
He turned her face back toward him, putting on a pitiful expression, and said, "Even though ASP warned me never to utter a word about this matter at this stage, I absolutely have to speak out. The reason is that I still haven't found the satisfaction I need, and instead, I am just enduring pure torture. Zinatu, look and see the kind of raw bruising I sustained as a result of my encounter with Hamra’u."
She quickly glanced down, her heart thumping. The entire tip of his member was completely raw and bright red, and the skin between his thighs was severely chafed and inflamed.
She looked at him in sheer amazement before asking, "What on earth caused this?"
As he pulled his underwear back up, he said, "She is unwell. I told her so, but she disputed it. Therefore, from this day forward, I will never walk myself into destruction again."
The way he spoke with such dead seriousness made her want to laugh; he was brooding as though he was the one who had been deeply wronged.
After letting out a chuckle, she said, "No, you can't do that. It's just a lack of familiarity. You have to endure it until your bodies adjust to one another."
He let out a long hiss and snapped, "I won't do it! I am telling you plainly, because if I insist on continuing, she will eventually maim me. And the day they say that asset is gone, even you won't stay married to me."
She burst into the laughter she had been holding back, staring at him, utterly amused by the entire situation.
With a stern brow, he said, "So you disrespect me now? I am speaking seriously and you are laughing at me."
She toned it down, saying, "Well, the whole thing is honestly funny! So now, what decision have you made?"
He replied, "The exact one I just told you."
She let out a soft sigh and said, "Personally, I think it's just a lack of natural lubrication. She was a complete virgin, right?"
He nodded his head, confirming it was true.
She said, "Don't worry. I will help the two of you."
He looked at her, utterly shocked by her statement. What kind of help could she possibly offer him? As far as he was concerned, he was completely done and lacked the energy.
She took his hand and said, "Stop worrying. Insha Allah, I will provide my assistance. I genuinely feel pity for the girl."
He said, "Look, I am never going back there. Just have patience with me, and whenever desire brings me to your room, please accept me."
She replied, "You too must have patience and make excuses for me, my love."
He looked at her, a fresh wave of deep love rushing through him.
She added, "Once I give birth, I will give you the kind of care you have never even imagined."
He closed his eyes tightly and said, "No matter what condition you are in, I love you deeply and I am incredibly proud of you. You have already become a vital part of my existence."
She smiled, tightly squeezing his hand within hers. "Thank you. May Allah keep us together forever." He replied, "Ameen," while drawing her into a warm embrace against his chest.
True to her promise to intervene in the matter, Zinat played a highly significant role. She took an assortment of premium, highly effective traditional women's wellness products—specifically meant for boosting libido and increasing natural lubrication, the high-quality ones sold by BINTA UMAR ABBALE—and brought them all to Hamra’u, carefully explaining how to use them. These were certified, highly safe traditional Hausa remedies prepared with Islamic compliance, free from any harmful side effects, whose immense efficacy could only be fully appreciated by those who tried them.
On the very first day Hamra’u began using the remedies, she noticed an immediate transformation in her body. She had to change her undergarments three times, and a powerful, overwhelming wave of desire completely took over her. She spent the entire day tightly pressing her thighs together.
The intense state she found herself in completely overwhelmed her senses, leaving her craving absolutely no one else but her husband.