Ana Uhibopen Fillah (Season 2)

82. Kirana

After enjoying their trip to Kobe Herbs Garden and shopping at one of the clothing stores, Reyhan took Annisa to a luxury hotel located not far from the place.

"Today, let's just say we're honeymoon again.."

Reyhan said as he laid himself on the bed.

Annisa also settles down next to Reyhan, then grabs her phone.

I don't know how many photos they took.

Annisa took a look back at all their photos and smiled with satisfaction.

"Mas.thank you for today.."

Reyhan smiled, stroking Annisa's stomach.

"Honey, you're healthy inside.. Once you're born, Abi and Umi will take you for walks wherever you want.."

Annisa smiled haru. She is lucky to have such a loving husband like Reyhan.

After the Isya prayer, Reyhan and Annisa were still talking.

Annisa rests her back on the mattress pad, while Reyhan sits on the edge of the bed.

"Mas.. Can Nisa ask for something..?"

"What do you want, baby..?"

"Nisa wants to buy surah Ar-Rahman..

For our son.."

Reyhan smiled.

Then he took the small Qur'an which he always carried everywhere and began chanting Surah Ar-Rahman.

Annisa listened carefully, while occasionally stroking her stomach.

"Alhamdulillah, may our children become tahfidz Qur'an as Abinya.."

Annisa muttered after Reyhan finished reciting the Surah Ar-Rahman.

"God willing, dear.. Mas will try to guide our children later, so as to be a righteous and righteous child like Uminya.. You helped me too.."

answer Reyhan

"God willing.."

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Next day..

Reyhan and Annisa have checked out of the hotel and are on their way home.

Unexpectedly, a woman suddenly ran to the middle of the road and almost got hit.

Luckily Reyhan was quick to step on the brakes until the accident could have been avoided.

And more surprisingly, the woman got into their car in a hurry.

"Sir help me. Some thugs are chasing me.."

The woman pleaded with both hands.

He looked very frightened.

"You're from Indonesia..?"

Ask Annisa.

The woman spoke very fluent Indonesian, which is why Annisa asked.

"Yes.I am from Indonesia..

I'm sorry if I'm presumptuous to enter your car, but I'm really scared.."

Not yet the woman explained, some men with a sangar face ran up to Reyhan's car.

Without waiting for time Reyhan immediately stepped on the gas and drove his car.

"Why are those people after you..?"

Annisa asked who was sitting beside the wheel.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then cried.

"Sorry.. I don't mean to interfere if you don't want a story..But, may we know where your address is..?

Let us take you home.."

Ask Annisa.

The woman shook her head.

"I.. I'm rattled.. I have a right to have a purpose.. I don't have any relatives here either.."

The woman answered her stuff.

And as if understanding with the intention of his wife's gaze, Reyhan simply nodded.

"You want to come with us..?

For a while you can stay with us. At least until you meet your family.."

"Alhamdulillah... Ma'am, Mas. thank you very much for helping me.."

the woman was still crying, but seemed to be calmed down.

Then Annisa handed over some tissues to the woman.

"You know what your name is..?"

Ask Annisa.

"I'm Kirana mbak.."

answer the woman.

"I'm Annisa, and this is Mas Reyhan, my husband.."

"Once again I'm sorry Annisa. if I'm so bad to get in your car.."

kirana who seemed to feel guilty.

"Nothing Kirana, after all we are happy to be able to help you. let alone we are fellow Muslims, and fellow Indonesians.."

annisa replied sincerely.

Finally they arrived at the O-Bachan residence.

After parking the car, Reyhan and Annisa bring Kirana in and introduce her to the other family.

"Kira.. This is your room, for a while you can stay here. Consider it your own home.. And for clothes, in the meantime you can wear Reyna's clothes.."

Annisa said as she drove Kirana to the room she was going to occupy.

"Emmm.. Maud.. Can I wear clothes belonging to mbak..?

I'm actually not comfortable in these clothes.."

kirana replied while pointing at the clothes she was wearing.

"Masya Allah.. Later I'll ask ART to deliver some clothes here.."

Annisa smiles.

"Mbak.I really don't know how to thank you mbak and mbak family..

But I am truly grateful that God has saved me through an intermediary.."

"Udah is our duty as fellow human beings to help each other help Kirana.. So you don't have to worry..

If you need anything, you can tell me or any other family.."

"Sir... would you mind listening to my story..?"

Ask Kirana.

Annisa clasped Kirana's hand, then took her to sit on the sofa in the room.

"You need a friend for a story, I'm ready to listen.."

Annisa replied with a smile.

"Thank you mbak.emm.. I am, in fact, from Indonesia. I just got here two days ago.. A friend offered me a job as ART here, but it turned out that he tricked me.. He sold me out to a pimper.."

Kirana started crying telling her story.

"Astaghfirullah.k why is it that bad.."

"I'm just a poor girl, and I'm an orphan.

My father died when I was in second grade. I also have three sisters who were small..

Ever since my father died, I've been helping my mom trade around after school.

Due to the limited cost, I was only able to attend school until the Junior High level. Plus the condition of my sickly mother, I was the one who ended up being the backbone of the family until now.

A week ago, a friend came to me and offered me a job as ART for a hefty salary. At first I was doubtful. Don't speak Japanese, not even English.. But he kept persuading me. In fact he said that I would work with an Indonesian employer living in Japan. And he assured me that I didn't need to learn a foreign language. Due to the urgent situation, I finally accepted his offer.

I really didn't expect him to do this kind of thing..

Her... She's.."

Kirana was stuck, unable to continue her story.

Even Annisa shed tears.

It was a tragic story that Kirana had experienced.

Annisa hugged Kirana who was crying.