HIJAIYAH LOVE
Azzam and Annisa
Annisa looked at Rangga's face, not wanting anything to happen to her, she ran away from the old house with her barefooted, and she ran away, because his shoes were forcibly opened by Herry when he was unconscious.
Annisa kept running not knowing where her feet would lead her away from the cursed place.
While his tears continue to pour profusely and empties into his two white cheeks.
The girl who was exactly twenty-three years old shouted, continuing and continuing to run. With broken feelings.
" Pursue the girl !! who told you to touch it ? are you deaf haaahhh? " shouted Rangga wrathfully.
Leo was in the fog, he immediately ran after Annisa while Herry was beaten to the ground by Rangga, having dared to touch his captive girl.
" Bastard son of a bitch, wasn't I clear, don't touch him. Just fear the bastard." Rangga's angry expression.
Herry's body was filled with bruises, fresh blood also poured from the corner of the lips, his eyes bluish slightly torn. His face was now a terrible monster.
Blindly Rangga vented his emotions of annoyance and anger at Herry.
While Leo seemed to have lost track of Annisa's footsteps. Even he had run a few kilometers from the shelter, not even finding Annisa.
Finally Leo returned to the old house that was used as a headquarters, empty-handed.
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" Brukkk." A man who was about to step foot into the boarding gate suddenly stopped, when he heard the sound of someone falling.
This handsome man of Arab descent also paused his steps and looked back.
He saw a woman fall down and face down. Kiss the pesantren floor.
" Athaghfirullah, who do you think" said Azzam, while in front of the fallen Annisa.
For a moment Azzam was scared, he looked back and forth to seek help, but there was no one around.
With hesitation and a little fear, Azzam turned over Annisa's body that was rolled with her index finger without touching the girl's skin in front of her in the slightest.
" O God, it looks like this girl fainted." murmured Azzam.
Not wanting to cause more slander, Azzam immediately brought the weak body of Annisa, carrying her into the house of the Abi.
" Assalamu'alaikum, umi abi please." cried Azzam when he arrived in front of the Abi residence, as well as the owner of the boarding school.
" Wa'alaikumussalam, loh loh who is this son of where did you find him?" fatimah the mother of Azzam shouted.
" I'm sorry if the story is long, which Abi ? " ask Azzam while putting Annisa's body on the sofa.
" Abi was just leaving for the city of Zam, there is a da'wah schedule in the city of M." replied Fatimah.
Fatimah took a blanket and covered Annisa's body. The girl who was fainting looked pale and weak.
" Just Azzam was about to teach santriwan umi, Zam suddenly heard the sound of people falling, just as Zam turned his head turned to a girl lying down" said Azzam twenty-seven-year-old man told me.
" Pity Zam, he must be in trouble." cried Fatimah, sitting rubbing Annisa's hair.
" It must be because of his own work umi, besides who told him to be naked so." commented Azzam cuek.
" Hush, you can't say that Zam, you don't have the right to judge someone. Already there please get umi eucalyptus oil in the box P3K, let's quickly roar." exclaimed Fatimah.
Azzam also brought eucalyptus oil which was ordered by his mother. As he bounced back to teach, Fatimah forbade him.
" Loh loh, yes in the first check is Zam, you are a doctor, the life of a patient who is unconscious just like that." protested Fatimah.
Due to the insistence of his mother, Azzam examined Annisa with the equipment he had as a doctor.
" He's okay Umi, just needs a break. It looks like he is in shock." said Azzam after checking the condition of the girl he helped.
Fatimah went to the kitchen to make warm tea for Annisa.
" She's so pretty, isn't she Zam?" fatimah asked with a tray of hot tea, then put it on the table and he sat next to Annisa again.
" It's prettier if she shuts umi's aura."
sahut Azzam flat.
" O Allah is a very indifferent child anyway, if he is a mate whom God sent for you how?" tukas Fatimah seduces the prince.
" Most certainly watch this Umi drama. Already Azzam ngajar first, assalamu'alaikum." pamit man who works as a lecturer, as well as holding a doctor's degree.
" Zam Zam, will until when you become so, betrothed will not, the reason must be God prepare the best mate for Azzam someday." muttered Fatimah smilingly staring at the departure of the son.
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" Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wa barakaatuh, good morning everyone, sorry there is a little delay" said Azzam began his morning classes.
" Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullaahi wabarakatuh mornings Ustadz." reply all santriwan in class.
And the lesson began, Azzam casually, patiently and painstakingly taught the students in his abi pesantren. Kyai Ahmad Waffiq Syafi'i.
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In the same place, Rangga still felt annoyed and angry at Herry's brazen attitude towards Annisa.
Annisa's last nanar gaze when she saw him was constantly remembered by Rangga. There are feelings of guilt and regret mixed into one.
" I must myself who mergerjain this task is not you guys." muttered Rangga hit the table in front of him loudly.
Leo, Rio and Herry looked scared looking at the anger of Rangga at that moment. But none of them dared to speak.
The clock in the city of M has shown at three in the afternoon. Unlike usual, Annisa was late to go home without news.
Devi was getting anxious and worried. On the swipe of her cellphone screen, sought the number of the beloved princess. But there is no lawfulness. Devi called her husband.
" Hello papa, Annisa at this hour still hasn't come home yet, it's not usual that she's late to go home without any news" Devi told her husband Amir, full of worries.
" Yes, I'm patient first, have you tried to contact his college friends who used to play at home?" ask Amir.
" Mommy doesn't have Nisa pa's friend number, but Nisa why not answer, that's where the child is." Devi's voice sounded hoarse as if to cry.
" Good papa call campus Nisa bentar, mama patient first yes. Papa comes home soon, let Roni help find Nisa." said Amir ended his phone call.
The man who owns the famous company also contacted the campus where the princess studied.
From the information obtained, it turns out that Annisa's class ended a few hours ago. Amir's heart started to worry as well. Fear of bad things happening to the princess.
" Roni, you go to my daughter's college and make sure what happens to her. Do not let the slash spread, for the sake of Nisa's safety." exclaimed Amir to his aide of trust.
" Good sir, do it." Roni replied, saying goodbye to go to the Annisa campus.
Amir immediately returned home, and when he got home, Devi roared in tears waiting for the news of the beloved princess.
In his embrace the body of the woman who was crying sobbing tightly, trying to calm the heart of the wife.
" Roni is heading to the campus of Nisa ma, mother who is patient yes, calm first." whispered Amir rubbed the head of Devi.
" Nisa where pa hiks." Devi's sobs continued to sound.
While waiting for news from Roni, the clock shifted, and the day changed night.
A couple who were troubled were performing Maghrib prayers at his residence.
Do'a and hope were sincerely offered by Devi and Amir, hoping that news of the princess would soon be obtained.
Dert..dert.
" Yes Ron say it!" exclaiming Amir.
" I'm sorry, sir, I found Miss Nisa's car parked on the campus. While when I check the CCTV, miss out on class is fine. While in the parking area sorry not installed CCTV sir. Looks like Miss experienced something on the campus parking lot" said the trust man Amir.
" Investigate but do not let this news spread to the media crew, understand !!!" amir ended the conversation with Roni.
Hearing the words of the husband, Devi's cries were even more broken. The sound of Devi's sobbing, raged at the Amir residence that night.
As promised to Nisa during the afternoon, Shinta wanted to visit her best friend's house that night.
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