Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

97. Pick Up Again

Anisa sat in her room in a sad solitude, really now she did not know what to do.

His decision to go home, in fact like a big mistake, thought everything would be good, it turns out Ma'am Faizah and Abah remain in the hardness of his heart that seems very difficult to be soft.

Anisa is so sad to think about her family who have a proud and arrogant nature, when they certainly know and realize, that they are not the only rich people in this world.

In fact, they should remember, the gold shop owner who is near their store in the market is much richer and even he is preferred by market people because of his good nature.

Not only likes to buy the merchandise of the traders around the store, feeding the cats in the market makes the fish trader sell, but also routinely give money every beginning of the month for the parking attendant, he said, rickshawmen, motorcycle taxi drivers, to small traders who only trade with baskets around the market.

Of course it is more sad when he sees he is a person who does not have the title of Hajj and other religious people. This is really for Anisa more sad because her brother who has been pilgrim instead far from all good qualities.

Anisa sees the cat cage that is now empty, her cat is brought back home mbok Rat because of fear at home Anisa the cat will be abandoned.

One drip of clear darting began to wet Anisa's cheeks again.

It felt so heart and chest tight, as Anisa increasingly realized that she was now completely alone in her home.

After Mbak Wening left, now Mbok Rat also left.

Anisa was still crying alone, when she heard her voice. The phone he put on the table told him that there was a phone call coming in.

Maybe it's Iis, he'll want to know soon because my number just activated now. Inner Anisa.

But...

Anisa looked at the clock on the wall of the room, which was only approaching the figure of half-nine in the morning.

Annisa frowned, obviously impossible if the one who called her was Iis if at a clock like this.

Who yeah?

Encouraged by curiosity as well as because the call kept repeating, then Iis also stood up from sitting lazily.

Vishnu. Anisa reads Vishnu's name on the screen.

Ah well, Vishnu, it's impossible if Ridwan called him, right? Inner Anisa anyway.

Anisa then raised the call Vishnu, while then carrying her cellphone sitting on the front seat of the table facing the glass window of the room.

The morning sunlight shone towards Anisa who was behind the window glass, the sparkling light felt warm, although it was quite blinding to the eyes as well.

"Anisa, how are you?"

Ask Vishnu, though,

Her tone of voice seemed full of worry, but hearing Vishnu so, inexplicably made Anisa's chest so sore from sadness.

He also had no power to hold back the tears.

Yes, Anisa when all her strength has tried to refrain from crying.

But the herring is more and more detained, his tears even more like pouring out without being controlled.

"Anise... Anika..."

Vishnu's voice grew more anxious, the young man even became panicked when he heard the vision of Idak crying Anisa.

Anisa could not say anything, she was too embarrassed to talk to Vishnu, but if not to Vishnu, the girl also felt like she did not know who else to run to.

"You why Anisa? Ah... Wait, just wait at home, relax yeah, I'll be there, I'll pick you up, don't worry Nisa, be patient... You're still home, right? I'll be there, okay..."

Vishnu said while immediately preparing to go to the house of Pak Haji Syamsul to pick up Anisa again.

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