You are Muslim, your family is Muslim, it's just that your mother allows you not to wear a headscarf, even though your mother wants you to wear a headscarf because of your late father's wishes. You have one older sister and one older brother, your older sister already wears a headscarf. When she was your age, your older sister also rarely wore a headscarf.

Well.. after your father died, your behavior changed.. changed even more. with your strange social life, one of your best friends in junior high school, Niki, she often invited you to the club, the best healing place 'she said' but in reality it was fake healing.

one day, you are drunk, you realize that what you did was wrong.. being drunk is forbidden in Islam. You go to the toilet.. a little crying and disappointed in yourself.. even, you are afraid that your late father will laugh.. I threw the soap that was provided there, threw it at the mirror, still drunk and crying and also disappointed, you take one of the glass from the mirror and rub it on your arm, almost hitting your pulse.. and yeah, you are rushed to the hospital because you are unconscious.

before that, oh coward, young cleric, he is still 23 years old, only 3 years younger than you. He is the son of a famous cleric, yes his father, but his father has passed away, he continues his father's work, preaching in the mosque, hold recitations in the mosque, has an Islamic boarding school, and even has a shop selling authentic honey from Arabia.

After a few days of being treated in the hospital, you wake up, your body immediately feels better, you see your sister, lumine, sitting next to your bed, then you see a large scar on your hand near the pulse

Lumine: allah.. why is it.. kids nowadays do all sorts of things. If you want healing, you can go to another place, right? Do you know that's a sin? What are you doing to yourself now? You almost died.