HIJAIYAH LOVE
Annisa Changes

Ting tong Ting..... Shinta presses the bell button in front of her best friend Annisa's house.

" Hurry open pa, maybe Nisa comes home." exclaimed Devi from where she worshiped.

Amir rushed to open the door, hoping that the princess was the only puppet that came.

Chequek... Door opens.

" Night om, Nisa there's om?" ask Shinta.

" Let's go in, Shinta, please sit down !!" Amir invited Shinta in and sat down.

" Is Nisa here, right?" shinta asked back because Amir did not answer her question.

Hearing Shinta's voice coming, Devi ran towards the living room, thought to be the voice of the princess.

" Nisa from ma.... ?" not yet finished continuing his words, Devi's mouth agape, because the girl he saw was not the princess.

" Aunty night, where's Nisa Tan?" ask Shinta again.

Amir and Devi sit down and tell him about the disappearance of Annisa who has been without news since after returning from college.

" Loh was not Nisa was finished class, Tan continued to say she wanted to go home. I was in a hurry to go home because I happened to call my mom, ask for a shopping company." Shinta told me.

Devi told me while crying, "sorry Shinta ya tan, Shinta had to come with Nisa home" said Shinta felt guilty.

" Yes Shinta hiksss... suppose where did Nisa go?" timpal Devi still left the sound of sobs.

" I'm sorry Nisa doesn't know auntie, did you report to the police?" ask Shinta

Amir looked down at his sight.

" I'm sorry, Shinta, can I ask you a favor?" tanya Amir raised his face staring and begged Shinta.

" Yes, please." replied Shinta

" Please don't spread the news of Nisa's disappearance, son Shinta. All for her safety." said Amir began to glaze netra.

" Ba good om, Auntie, Shinta promised not to leak." Shinta replied.

Shinta became sad to see her two best friend's parents who were sad.

Shortly after telling the story, Shinta also took a break home. Using white color matic motor.

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In the afternoon at Kyai Waffiq's residence, Nisa starts to wake up from fainting. His body hurts all, even his head feels a little heavy because of a fall.

The girl circulated her gaze throughout the room. " This isn't home, where am I??" Nisa's trying to remember what happened to her.

" ahhh I must immediately escape from this place "

nisa muttered as she remembered the incident she had experienced some time ago.

Nisa got up from the bed, even though her head hurt a little, she insisted on escaping from there.

Nisa thought, she was still in her charming crocodile cage.

" Where are you going ?" fatimah asked when she saw Annisa about to open the door.

Nisa turned her head, saw the source of the voice and turned out to be a middle-aged woman wearing a wide hijab and only seen her eyes.

How shocked the girl who just woke up.

" A.... Who are you?" ask Annisa.

" Don't be afraid, baby, sit down. Let me explain why you are here." replied Fatimah as she walked closer to Annisa who was staring at the door.

Fatimah gently held the hands of Kakan Annisa, invited her to sit on the sofa and chat.

" Sa I'm Annisa." replied the girl who was sitting next to Fatimah.

" A pretty name, as pretty as her people. Don't be afraid son, it was my son who helped Nissa when she fell and fainted" said Fatimah.

" Thank you." replied Annisa spontaneously, feeling relieved when she heard who helped her.

" Thank God be safe" Annisa muttered with a relieved smile.

" Where does Nisa live?" ask the mother of the pesantren nanny.

" Nisa lives in.." The girl who had just realized it did not continue her speech, deliberately hanged, did not tell her the address of her domicile. Still traumatized by the events he experienced for a while.

" Assalamu'alaikum Azzam came home" said the man who rescued Annisa from outside.

Azzam came in and kissed his mother's hand.

" Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullaahi wabarakatuh, have you returned Zam?" fatimah asked, looking at the eldest son.

" Yes just finished umi, uh it's already sober she mi." said Azzam flatly, passed without greeting and asking what was the name of the girl who had just helped her.

" Where do Zam sit first son, invite Nisa to chat." exclaimed Fatimah

" Not the muhrim." said Azzam who went inside.

Annisa felt annoyed at having been ignored by Azzam.

" Songong really lu, mentang mentang aja lu sakep." muttered Nisa staring at Azzam's back.

Nisa tries to take a break home, but she is still traumatized by what she experienced a while ago.

" Lo Nisa who is patient yes, all has been outlined by God, maybe God sent Nisa's son here, with good intentions. Never be so bad to God" said Fatimah rubbed the shoulder of Annisa who was sobbing.

" Can I stay here some time ago, aunt?" asked Annisa to beg.

" It's okay, son, but if it's not better for Nissa to tell the parents first, he must be worried" said Fatimah still trying to calm the crying Annisa.

" Hix.... Nissa does not dare aunty, but Nissa promised to send a message to mama papa, if Nissa here is fine." replied Nisa who sobbed.

" Good, she wiped her beautiful tears. We pray together !!" take Fatimah to Nissa.

" Slamat?" ask Nissa for doubt.

" Let's pray son, it's time for the Maghrib prayer soon. Nissa's a Muslim, right?"

tanya Fatimah convinced herself.

Annisa nodded slowly a little hesitantly, "Yes, but Nissa can't read Tan's prayer." replied Nissa.

Fatimah smiled and led Nissa inside.

" Then let's just take ablution, follow Auntie ya." exclaimed Fatimah walking towards the bathroom.

Fatimah gave Safa Azzam's sister's clothes, which happened to be the same age as Annisa, and was studying in Cairo.

Annisa also cleans her body and wears Safa clothes, a robe that she has never worn at all so far, plus covered with a wide hijab there is not the slightest gap of her looks, except for his face and face.

Nissa glazed over while looking at the different side of her at that moment, there was a feeling that could not be described or described with words. Nissa was happy to see a different side of herself.

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