Mafia's Pious Addiction|| KTH FF📕

✿ Ep 8: The angel before me

|A tale of love and faith|

Jimin's POV:

I walked out of the mosque after Isha prayer and headed to my car. I started the engine and began driving peacefully, letting the quiet of the night settle around me.

Suddenly, a tightness gripped my chest, and my breaths became shallow and heavy. I rolled down the windows on both sides, desperate for fresh air, but it didn't help. A strange, rising fear clawed at my heart, sharp as a blade.

Vianna's face flashed through my mind, and I began reciting the dhikr for her safety:

حَسْبُنَا اللّٰهُ وَنِعْمَ الْوَكِيْلُ

Allah is enough for us and He is the Best Protector.

...

After countless recitations, my heart finally began to calm. I was nearing my house now. The mosque had been twenty minutes away__normally I preferred to walk, but tonight I had chosen to drive. Exhaustion weighed so heavily on me that I could barely move, yet I reminded myself that Allah is the ultimate caretaker of our bodies.

From a distance, I spotted my street and felt a flicker of relief__but something in the pit of my stomach warned me otherwise.

As my car passed a footpath, I noticed a girl sitting there, her head buried in her arms. My foot slammed on the brake, and I stole a glance at her through the rearview mirror. She wasn't moving. The emptiness of the street only amplified the unease gnawing at me.

Curiosity__or maybe instinct__pulled me out of the car. I walked toward her cautiously. She was dressed in black, the kind of black that seemed to swallow the dim streetlight, and there was an unexpected beauty in her posture, fragile yet magnetic. Her shoulders were exposed just enough, her straight, silky hair cascading perfectly to provide some modest coverage.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight, and quickly averted my gaze. I went near and heard her whispering, her voice was breaking.

"This place is dirty. Please take me away. I don't want to live. I want to d!e, I want to d!e, I want to d!e," she repeated.

She was repeating the words over and over, and my eyes widened as I listened. She sniffled between sobs, her hands clutching her shoulders, trembling as if trying to hold herself together.
I slowly tapped her head, careful not to startle her. She stopped speaking for a moment, but the way she tightened her grip around her body made it clear how scared she was. I forced myself to speak.

"Miss... why are you sitting here?" I asked softly, uncertain. She lifted her head, and the moment I saw her face, my stomach dropped. It was Vianna. VIANNA.

Her mascara had run from crying, and her dress revealed more than I had ever seen her wear. She shouted my name, "JIMINAA!" and the sound tore through me. Every inch of my body shook at the sight of her like this. I stepped forward but didn't touch her; I couldn't bring myself to hold her yet. I felt helpless in front of her.

"V... Vianna! Please stop crying... you're making it harder for me," I said, frustrated at myself for not being able to help more. But she kept sobbing.

"This world is so bad, Jiminaa... I... I don't want to live," she whispered, crouching in front of me.
I glanced around__thankfully, no one was near__and gently took off my jacket, draping it over her shoulders.

"Why, Vianna? What happened? Who made you think the world is bad?" My voice was soft, and my lips trembled as I spoke.

"He... he tried to touch me, Jimin... I... I was in the club... dancing... and some b-bastard came and touched me inappropriately. I want to die...I'm dirty now. I shouldn't live. I... I'm no longer pure." Her words pierced my heart, and a heavy lump rose in my throat.
I couldn't find my voice, so I just looked at her and smiled gently.