The Healer of the Sinner

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Nizam tightened his arms in his mother's arms, because that's what he needs right now. All the flavors that had been raging in his soul felt melted already, just with a warm embrace from the beloved Mama.

Zizi who had been listening, could only listen at once pity, he did not expect, that behind the attitude of his brother who was strong and dashing, stored a strange life story unexpected. Zizi then moved from his seat, approaching his mother and brother.

Zizi embraces the two, indulging in the same grief. Hendra and Mr. Alkaf can only look at the three with feelings of concern and sadness and also disappointment.

Nizam stretched his arms, staring at the two people he loved.

"Ma, help Nizam fix everything,

Nizam doesn't want to keep going like this. Always make Mama and Papa disappointed" he said in a heavy voice.

"Nizam admitted Nizam was wrong, because Nizam had enslaved his own lust. Nizam did not think ahead. Nizam promises, will do anything so that Nizam can be the man that Mama and Papa want." Nizam's voice sounded weak, but still heard clearly in the room.

Nizam's face looks chaotic, the hue of his face is also implied sadness that emanates clearly because of regret. Then Ms. Zainiyah cupped Nizam's cheeks with her hands and said.

"Please promise all of us that you will never repeat this mistake again, and earnestly being a man can keep the promise."

"Nizam promised Ma, Nizam will fix everything" Nizam said with a serious face.

"Papa keep your promise, Zam," said Mr. Alkaf who sat next to his wife.

"Son, as good as man, he is the one who depends on his religion. If you want to fix your life, fix your religion first" advised Ms. Zainiyah sincerely.

Not without reason Bu Zainiyah said like that. Since Nizam returned from abroad, his son was no longer a proper Muslim. With him who often neglects prayer five times of course.

"Papa can keep my promise, Pa, as long as you all stand by Nizam. Nizam will not give up." continued Nizam

Hendra, who had been a witness to the Al-Ghazali family drama, could only breathe freely and happily, because his childhood friend was aware of his mistake.

"Finally you realize everything, even if it's a little late, man," murmured Hendra softly.

tock.tok.

The sound of a very loud knock on the door blew Nizam's daydream about the incident that had happened.With a giant step he opened the door of his room.

Chequek...

The door opened, revealing a handsome body wrapped in blue short-sleeved hem, and left all the buttons in front of it open, combined with a white shirt inside. Do not forget also the sunglasses tucked in the end of the shirt.

Shorts that look relaxed, but do not reduce the good looks of a Nizam. The firm jaw that began to grow fine feathers and had thickened it, increasingly dominating the aura of his prowess.

Really, who would have thought, that the man who was like an Arab Prince was a man who was numb!

"Hai Zizi," Nizam greeted his sister with a smile that was made as sweet as possible. Because Nizam can already guess, if the only brother must be sulking because it is too long to wait. Because he was daydreaming too long ago.

"So long time, what was it from earlier, anyway,

I'm a tauk jamuran, wait big brother!" pissed Zizi.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I had a stomachache. Hence, a little while in the bathroom." elak Nizam to convince his sister.

"Depart yuk, Sis, Zizi has been waiting for these friends." he asked with an annoyed face. The delay in waiting for Nizam made Zizi upset himself.

"Ok, wait in the car yes, Brother wants to take a hape in the bentar." pinta Nizam then went back into his room.

Zizi went down the stairs and headed to the central room, where Pak Alkaf and Bu Zainiyah were

"Ma, Pa, Zizi left first yes," said Zizi to his parents while kissing both hands.

"Where's your sister, Zi?" ask Bu Zainiyah.

"Still taking hape, Ma. Just step down again" replied Zizi who began to step outside the house.

"Yes, Zizi left first, Ma.

"Wassalamu'alaikum" replied Bu Zainiyah and Pak Alkaf simultaneously.

Mr. Alkaf only smiled, seeing the departure of his daughter. Not feeling, the girl is already big.

"Ma, is Zizi out?" asked Nizam who suddenly came, coming down from the stairs with a little haste.

"Udah just now Zam, you didn't have breakfast, son?" ask mama.

"No Ma, afraid of being late. Let Nizam go to Cafe, have breakfast and wait for Zizi to come home" said Nizam and then greet the two middle-aged.

"Yes, be careful with the car, son," asked Mr. Alkaf.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ma, Pa." said Nizam and passed away.

Nizam took his foot to the car, which was already inside Zizi with his frown. I had to wait for my sister a second time. Nizam got into the car and closed the door.

"Silver habit, always ngaret when invited to go," Zizi murmured with perfectly pursed lips.

"Patience deck, right free. So, no lashing." Nizam who has positioned his most comfortable sitting to drive does not lubricate the younger brother who sewot.

"Sir, are we going straight to your school?"

many Nizam.

"Well, my brother, where else is going." Reply reluctantly.

"It's not so .. You usually like to stop by." I understand the habits of my sister.

Nizam started the car, then drove the vehicle towards the highway that began to be crowded by the will of humans, starting his morning activities to seek sustenance.

Especially today, Nizam does not enter the office. All affairs are assigned to Randy, a personal assistant who doubles as his secretary.

Randy is a single man whose age is not much different from the boss, At the age of 27 years, Randy managed to become an assistant who is tenacious and diligent, Until it is undeniable that the rupiah coffers that he collected were able to buy all his current life needs,

In addition to being Nizam's assistant, Randy has a small business engaged in coffee shop.

Starting from a hobby, Randy who is a coffee lover and likes to experiment with concentrated black grains, managed to establish his Cafe, which he built from the results of his hard work so far as an assistant.

Randy's romance story is also not much different from Nizam, who is still loyal to being single. Although his face is not as handsome as Nizam, but the attraction of Randy can not be doubted.

Men who have a height of 180 cm, clean skin and a slightly indigenous face it becomes a different characteristic for women.

Randy is an Indo Javanese. Have a friendly and generous smile. Unlike the stiff and flat Nizam, even very cold when staring at women.

Cittttt ....

Suddenly the car stops, making Zizi jump in shock. "Sir, be careful dong! Why stop suddenly, anyway?!" asked Zizi, who was not aware of the events ahead.

"Look ahead!" show Nizam to Zizi. His face was panicked.

The young girl's gaze followed the iris of her brother's eyes. There was an old man crossing the street with a step so slow, because maybe his vision was a little blurry.

"But Zi, Brother help grandfather first."

nizam.

"Yes, sister" Zizi replied while watching the situation outside.

Nizam got out of the car and closed the door. Then, he walked towards the old grandfather who was still a little shocked by the action of Nizam's car which brake suddenly. Nizam grabbed Grandpa's hand to help him walk.

But suddenly Nizam's movements stopped, while his actions, along with a young girl who coincidentally also helped Grandpa.