Muslimah for Mafia Psychopath

13.

Clean yourself in his private room, under a falling shower. Azka closed her eyes, enjoying every drop of water that touched her.

...Hafsah, why are you making me like this? What is special about you, so that makes me always imagine you. Akhs! Come on Azka, why did you become like this!...

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Elsewhere, Unni felt the need to incline herself before heading home. He was confused where to go home, where he currently occupies the apartment that Azka has. But on the other hand, he needs calm.

"It's not good for a young woman like you to daydream."

The sound made Unni wake up from her daydream, she quickly wiped away the remaining tears still on her face. Looking for the whereabouts of the person who has the voice, he finds a man with proportionate body care and a very handsome face.

"Can you sit?" The man asked permission to be able to sit in the same place as Unni.

"Emm, sorry. Please."

Unni could not forbid the man to sit, because there was a public place where everyone had the right to sit. Provide a limit to use the bag he carries, so as not to be too close.

"The satisfaction is very comfortable, it's only natural that women prefer this place to self-incline."

The man's words again became the truth of his current state, sighed and looked at the flowers that were blooming in the garden.

"Don't make it a burden, it will only add weight to life. No matter how hard we feel, try to calm down."

"Huh, your words call right. But not for the circumstances that I'm going through, it's too painful to live." Unni wiped back the tears that had dripped without her permission.

A burly hand, handed a handkerchief right in front of his face. It was hard to accept, but the man assured me it was not a bad thing. So Unni received the thing.

"Sometimes, we need to vent all the burdens we have. However, for someone, this is not very true. Holding it for yourself, so as not to make others feel it. Back to his own individual, where he chose it to be comfortable." The man again gave a little thought to Unni.

"Thank you sir, your words are true. But every human being has his own way of thinking that no one else can mix." Unni Jawba.

"Hahaha, whoa. You are right, so from that. Don't daydream and grieve anymore, give a smile as the antidote to a burden."

Nodding his head, Unni could not blame or justify the man's words. Because, each individual will have their own level of problems that they have.

"Sir, thank you for the handkerchief. Later, after I clean it up. I'll give it back to you."

"Reverting? Do you know where I live?" Said the man who made Unni speechless.

"Astaghfirullah, yes. Mmm, sorry. Can I request your address? So that later makes it easier for me to return it."

The man smiled, what a charm. It was immediately Unni tepis from within her mind, truly she was almost exposed with demonic trickery.

"Here, call me later." Submitting a business card to Unni.

Seeing the writing contained on the small card, making Unni feel familiar with the name listed there. As he was about to save the card, his phone vibrated. A phone call came from his country, and he immediately received it.

"Assalamu'alaikum, yes Ummi."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, India. How are you, son? What about your work there?"

"Alhamdulillah is good Ummi, Unni news is fine. Ummi and the sisters?"

Unni suddenly felt bad, hearing the voice and sentence Ummi said to her. It was as if he was implied by a heavy burden, but he pretended to be calm.

"Yes Ummi, what's wrong?"

"Son, our place will be seized by the loan shark. Ummi was confused how, some donors have withdrawn from our home, son." The voice slowly sounded quite heavy, there was even a sobbing of tears.

"Ummi, Unni there's still savings. Can be used for costs there, later the rest will be Unni try. Ummi don't worry, take care of Ummi's health."

"But son, you need it there too."

"It's okay, Mi. Insyaa Allah Unni here can handle it, Ummi who is calm yes."

"Yes, thank you. Ummi is indebted to you son, you also take care of yourself and also health there. Assalamu'alaikum's chat. "

"Yes Ummi, God willing. Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. "

The conversation was over, Unni closed her eyes for a moment. To feel what is happening to his family there is really heavy.

"Ah, sorry sir. You heard it all." Unni is not good to object to the man.

"It's okay, I'm sorry to hear your talk. If you can figure out, what's the problem?"

Unni seemed hesitant to say what was going on, to the foreign man she had just met.

"I'll be your regular donor, can I send you the account number?" Suddenly the man said something that was the solution to the problem at hand.

"What?" Out of shock, Unni slightly raised her voice.

"Of course, I'm not kidding. Let's just say this is the answer to your patience."

Unni's tears could not be contained anymore, as if he did not believe what happened. Allah's secret of all things, the sustenance which He brings down is completely unexpected.

Giving his cellphone where there is an account number belonging to the home where he grew up to the man, but the man was suddenly silent when he saw Unni's hand.

"Sir, are you okay?" Unni was worried because the man became silent.

Moving his ladder in front of his face, finally managed to resuscitate him.

"Ah, sorry." Picked up Unni's cell phone and copied the number she requested.

"Sir, how do I thank you?"

"No need, let's just say this is all help for you guys."

"Thank you, thank you very much sir. You're really our helper, mmm. I call you?" Unni asked the man's name, although she could actually see it on the card given to her.

"Peter, just call it that way. I sent it to that number. You can check it out and use it, hopefully useful." Peter pampit from in front of Unni.

"Master, thank you." Unni said loudly because Peter had walked away from her.

...Oh God, thank you for everything. Sending help through him, Fabiayyi ala irobbikuma tukadziban. Which favor of your Lord do you deny....

The haru's taste changed when he got his phone vibrating back.