The Healer of the Sinner

Fried rice

It did not take long, the car that Aldo drove split the silence of the road in the Capital City, Nina, who was sitting in the back seat and Icha in the front seat next to the driver, were both silent without a word.

Actually just wanted to get in the car, the two girls agreed to sit in the back because they felt awkward if sitting in front.But Aldo who told one of them to sit in front with reason, with reason, if he looks like a driver. And both can do nothing.

The end of Ichalah must be in the front seat because Nina is indeed aware of Icha's feelings towards Aldo, although her best friend never told about the taste he had to his boss. However, Nina is not a stupid girl, so she does not know Icha's gestures that show Icha's interest in Aldo.

While Aldo who continued to focus with his gaze towards the highway, occasionally looked to steal a glance towards Nina, and it did not escape the attention of Icha, there was envy in him. But the new sense of friendship he formed overcame his feelings. After all, Aldo still stops by. A lot of opportunities are still stretched, while the yellow janur has not curved, the boss does not belong to anyone. Icha is determined not to stop hoping until the hope himself chooses the moorings of his heart. And he will be breastfed, whoever will be the Idol's last resort.

Thirty minutes drive, they finally arrived in front of the alley of Nina House. "Sir. Thanks for the ride!" nina said as she opened the car door, which had previously given instructions on where she should be dropped off. Because he remembers Aldo who never knew Nina's address. Unlike the Icha who had once one way to ride the angkot with Nina, at the time of their return clock together.

"I'll take you to your house?" pinta Aldo who rejected Nina fast, because the time is late. Moreover, there is an Icha that must also be delivered by Aldo.

Nina finally went home alone. And Aldo continued his journey towards Icha's house during the journey only silence was created and the roar of the car engine dominated. Icha did not know to talk or be silent, because the situation was very awkward for him.

"Hem.... Sir. In front there is a red light turn right, yes, put me in front of the entrance of the housing Nirvana only." explained Icha

"Why do I have to go in front of the gate? I'll take you straight to the front of Rumah Cha" Aldo replied as he turned his wheel to the right, and from a distance was seen the gate of Nirwana House. Yes, although Nina is not a rich person, but the economic life of the Icha family is more mengedian than Nina. Icha's parents who had a small Bakery business produced enough results to be able to occupy the house they occupied in the housing. Although only the result of credit and Alhamdulillah already paid off.

And that effort also makes Icha can go to college and graduate perfectly. Although now Icha is still an employee of Caffe, but he has shaved still can get a halal job while waiting for a job that matches his expertise as a Designer. Because during graduation he has sent dozens of applications to many companies. However, until now none of the calls he received.

Finally he tried to apply for his makeshift job, the important thing is not to be idle for the opportunity to come up to him as a fashion designer, which from childhood became his dream. So engrossed with his own mind, Icha did not realize the movement of his boss' car had entered the gate of his house.

"Whose house is Cha?" aldo asked by swallowing the speed of his car because it had entered the housing complex.

"Huh!?" Icha stammered and immediately looked around who was familiar to him, while saying with words stammering because a little surprised because of earlier not focused on the streets. "Em..in front there is a Satpam post sir. The black fence is my house." point Icha to the front of the car which is about five meters from where it is. "OK!" aldo continued and headed according to the instructions of the girl next to him.

"Thank you very much sir, have ushered me home, next time you slap, sir?." Icha made a voice while smiling as she opened the car door.

"Next time if I have time to stop by. But I can't promise! You know for yourself, my busy day is always in Caffe." said Aldo.

The Al - Ghazali residence. The car that Nizam was driving just entered and parked perfectly in the spacious garage. The two brothers came out simultaneously entering the mega house to rest because they have done activities today.

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Without feeling the morning was approaching, the sun that was still timid began to show its light. Earth residents who began to be active with all daily activities one by one began to busy with their obligations. No exception to the Nizam family.

Mr. Alkaf who just finished performing the morning prayer with his wife brought his hot tea to the front porch of his house which was followed by Bu Zainiyah who carried a daily newspaper in his hands, to read the beloved husband in his homemade tea.

"Pa, what time will we go to the house of Ms Indah?" ask Bu Zainiyah. "Later after Nizam wakes up and finishes breakfast Ma! All Papa wants to tell Nizam after breakfast." explained Mr. Alkaf while reading the newspaper. Seen thick glasses framing his old eyes, because the vision is slightly disturbed when reading writing that is too small according to him.

Both of them enjoyed the momentum every morning. It seemed harmonious and happy, and it was also their hope for the lives of their two daughters. Morning began to fall and the afternoon began to fall. The clock didn't seem to be eight o'clock, and breakfast time started coming.

Mrs Zainiyah, who had prepared fried rice for breakfast this morning, put the still-smoked food on the table. After accompanying her husband for a while in front of the house, she went to the kitchen to fight to provide food for her small family. Until finally, sepesial fried rice made by his hands is created delicious appetizing.

Ms. Zainiyah passed away to call her two children who were believed to have woken up from their second sleep after dawn. After a while knocking on the door of his second room, Bu Zainiyah went downstairs, because Nizam and Zizi were awake despite not opening their door, but both responded in a voice and agreed to have breakfast together.

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"When we love someone, that moment you have to sacrifice feelings. If one day you do not get the right kind of love. So, at least you've shown your affection by letting go." @fahad