The Healer of the Sinner

Mr. Anton's Residence

Nizam was still glued to the dining table, and everything did not escape Zizi's attention. While both of their parents had gone to their rooms to prepare to go to Mr. Anton's house which had just been discussed.

Nizam was still deep in his mind, which suddenly flashed the face of Nina who was smiling, then he rubbed his face violently hoping that the anxiety he felt disappeared. Nizam is determined to live everything according to what his parents did. But for some reason, lately the anxiety appears suddenly. He wanted to find a woman who could accept him for who he was. However, to find such a woman, it takes a long time, right?

And his parents certainly will not let it all, let alone he has been bound by a promise to the father. That, he will not protest anything as long as the matchmaking requirements are in accordance with what he wants, to tell the shortcomings. As a gay ex who wants to get well.

"Why did Big Brother suddenly hesitate with this decision, didn't Big Brother already agree to it?" curiosity in Zizi began to thrash, because it was clearly seen on the face of his beloved brother.

"Honestly Brother is still doubtful Dek, this is a big decision in Big Brother's life! Big Brother hesitated, is it possible that there is indeed a woman who is kind enough to accept Big Brother for what it is?" lamented Nizam, whom he finally told Zizi.

"Sister don't be pessimistic, Zizi sure there must be a good heart out there for Nerima Sis as it is. But, maybe the time is not yet known , Brother live first what we planned again. After all, a soul mate must come in the end, right?" cetus Zizi sok wise to face his brother ysng again upset. Yes, although his words have a point as well.

"Okay, brother went to the office first huh? After this Brother there is still a meeting about branches outside the City." explained Nizam who is neat with his suit that wraps neat sixpack body.

Nizam left the dining table to go to his parents' room to say goodbye. After his goal, Nizam headed to the garage to ride his personal car that had been prepared by the driver of his papa.

Zizi just stared at the passing of his sister, there was a sudden feeling of sadness, when he remembered the story of Nizam's life that was not right, there was only one hope in his mind. That is, the real healing for the brother. Zizi eventually also moved from the dining table to his room.

"Sir, where's my car key?" ask Nizam to Mr. Harto, who does hold the keys to his car because the morning routine that must be done by Mr. Harto is to clean the cars that are used every day by the employers.

"This is sir" replied Mr. Harto as he advanced before Nizam. "Oh yes sir, soon Papa and Mama are out. Please prepare their car as well" Nizam said as he boarded his car.

No wait for a long time Nizam has been struggling in traffic which has indeed become a common thing on the highway, his car drove at a normal speed splitting the bustle of the already crowded road from a sea of vehicles that were both chasing the windfall in the morning, to work.

In the car, Nizam steadied his heart and soul to go through everything with his groove, although he had to ignore the taste that he still himself had not understood.

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In the room of Mr. Alkaf, the two middle-aged were busy with their respective work to prepare themselves to meet business partners who were at the same time their best friends. After it was felt that all was who, Mr. Alkaf and Ms. Zainiyah went out of the room and headed to her youngest child's room to say goodbye.

"Zi, Papa, Mama's leaving first huh? You're fine at home. If you want anything to ask Auntie yes," said her mother, "Siap Ma, Pa. After all, it looks like Zizi will just fall today, still sleepy." said Zizi who was still seen lazing on his big bed.

Finally, the couple came out of the room of his son to the depths there already seen Pak Harto with a car that was ready to take them to their destination. After Mr. Alkaf entered the car, Mr. Harto started running the engine and crept onto the highway. But before his he did not forget to ask, where the destination of the Lord and his mistress.

After understanding where his employer will visit, Pak Harto began to increase his driving speed according to the traffic situation he lived, after passing an hour Finally the car arrived at elite housing, the car arrived at the elite housing, the housing is no less luxurious with the housing occupied by the Al-Ghazali family, the trees that grow shady along the road cools the hearts of people who go through the road.

Not long after, the car stopped in a large and elegant house, visible from the fence alone it was seen that the occupants inside were not random people. Mr. Harto squeezed the horn of his car to let the housekeeper know of his arrival.

Mr. Alkaf and Ms. Zainiyah came down the car and simultaneously stepped into the main door which was slightly open, because there were domestic workers cleaning the area.

"Assalamu'alaikum....?" said Bu Zainiyah who made the waiter answer while looking at the person behind him. "Waalaikumus' salam!" sorry, ma'am, who's looking?" ask the waiter in a polite tone. "We are friends of Mr. Anton and Mr. Beautiful, we came here there is a need with them. Are they home?" obviously Ms. Zainiyah.

"There's Madam. Come on in, I'll call Mr and Mrs in her room first."

answer the service while opening the door to let the two guests of his master sit in the living room. The servant quickly left Alkaf and Zainiyah's mother for her master's room.

Tok tok....

"Madam, there's a guest outside" the maid's voice explained from outside the door. "Who's Bi?" voice from inside the door that was open at once. "There is Mr. Alkaf with Ms. Zainiyah outside the Madam" said the maid, named bi Inem.

"Who's coming Ma?" asked Mr. Anton was curious, who happened to hear the wife's conversation, but it was not clear who had come. "Alkaf equals Zainiyah Pa!" replied the beautiful ma'am with a happy face because of the arrival of their best friend.

"Kok they come don't tell us about Ma?"

"Mama doesn't know Pa, do we go down? invite the beautiful mom to look sumringah. Bu Indah then told Bi Inem to make a drink before they went down.

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