Reaching the Moon

Chapter 23

"No need, dear. If indeed they are in a match, surely they will meet," Khaira refused a little doubt. "Again, we better find a definite one here. With the Moon's condition having failed in marriage, I fear that she will find it difficult to accept the new man in her life, and I fear that it will again hurt Nizam" she continued, bowing lethargicly.

"You're right, honey. I hope Nizam soon finds a woman who is much better than Aura or Moon" Boy said.

For a while they were silent in each other's minds, until both of them realized something, precisely when they saw two cars arrive in front of their home page.

"Darling, you told me about Nizam, wouldn't Nizwa be proposed today?" ask Boy later.

"Well, aren't you telling me about Nizam?" ask Khaira back.

Again the couple looked at each other in confusion, in the next second they began to get drunk.

"Astaghfirullah, honey, please call Nizam, I'll welcome them downstairs."

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"Thank you, Mr. Nizam. Hopefully our cooperation can be mutually beneficial" said one hijab woman as she extended her hand towards Nizam.

Nizam only smiled thinly while cupping his hands together. "Thank you again, Ms. Hana, aamiiin," she replied, causing the woman to pull back her hand and leave immediately.

Nizam just stayed in place while staring at the departure of a woman named Hana until lost behind the door. The man let out a rough breath and then sat back down on his seat of greatness.

"It's not going to work" he murmured softly and took his cell phone lying on his desk.

Along with that, suddenly a call from the mother made Nizam immediately shift the green icon on the screen of his phone.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, Mother," said Nizam began the conversation.

"Wa'alaikum salam. How, Zam? Have you met Hana? That guy's pretty, isn't he?" ask Khaira from across the phone.

"Beauty is not a benchmark, if in fact Nizam's heart does not accept, yes it can not be imposed, Mother," replied Nizam not excited.

"Oh Allah, your language ituloh, Zam ... Zam. I've been a broken hearted person a thousand times."

Nizam smiled faintly at the words of his mother. "Yes, how else, haven't found the right one."

There was a sound several times across the phone. "When you want you to get married soon, Zam.... Oh yeah, you go home now, dad. Nizwa wants to be in the room this afternoon."

Nizam was immediately choked by his own saliva hearing quite shocking news and suddenly of course. "Suddenly? Why doesn't Nizam know? This morning's feeling of marriage, huh." Now a barrage of questions are posed by the man in just one breath.

"I'm sorry, my mother also just told Nizwa when she had gone to work. You go home nowwell, look at your sister-in-law, okay? Assalamu 'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salam. Well, it's been done, just want to ask who," Nizam grumbled for a moment, then immediately moved and left his study.

After a few minutes, Nizam arrived at the courtyard. The man's forehead wrinkled as he looked at one of the familiar cars in his eyes. Not wanting to dissolve in a row of preconceived notions, the man walked quickly into the house.

Nizam's steps stopped suddenly when he saw the assistant and his best friend were sitting among several people in the living room.

"You're finally here, son. Come here," Khaira took Nizam to sit next to her.

"Why are you here, Fan?" ask Nizam to investigate.

"Anu, Zam. I'm ...." Arfan spoke a little nervously. Somehow the current situation makes his tongue feel funny, but usually he is very fluent when talking to Nizam.

"Not you, who wants to propose to my sister?"

Everyone looked so shocked at Nizam's question. Plus his serious gaze, it was clearly not a question that could be considered a joke.

"Zam, I ...."

"Can we talk?" Again Nizam cut off the word Arfan.

"Sorry, Dad and everyone, Nizam wants to talk to Arfan first." The man now walked out of the house to his backyard, followed by Arfan who inevitably had to straighten out the problems that suddenly appeared between them.

"Zam, I'm sorry, I ...."

Bugh

Arfan had not yet finished his words, a direct blow was thrown Nizam towards his face until he staggered backwards.

"Zam! What are you doing?"

"Is it hard to tell me? Huh huh? All this time we worked together, but you didn't say anything to me at all. Are you afraid I'm blocking you with my sister? Remember, Arfan, he's my brother!" cecar Nizam with a sharp look.

Arfan fixed his standing position, walking closer to the friend while bowed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I'm .. I don't trust myself to tell you."

"That's your excuse, Fan. Looks like you're overconfident, so to think my approval isn't important, I could have asked Nizwa to reject your proposal if I wanted to." Nizam stopped his words for a moment to catch his hunting breath.

"No, Zam. No, I love Nizwa so much, don't break our dreams."

Nizam laughed loudly at Arfan's words and looked up at the sky for a moment. The man closed his eyes while sighing a few times to be calmer.

"Since when?" ask Nizam later.

"What?"

"Since when did you and Nizwa have a relationship?"

"Me and Nizwa didn't have any relationship before, Zam, but I've loved her since she was in 3rd grade High School, when you first brought me into this house. I only dared to confess my feelings to Nizwa when you successfully completed your mission" replied Arfan.

"What's? Don't lie to you, Fan!"

"I'm not lying, Zam. She ... she was my first love," said Arfan honestly then bowed.

Nizam stared silently at Arfan in front of him. He pulled his hair back while breathing rough. "Despite that, you should have told me, about your good intentions. Nizwa also never said anything to me, I feel as if it's nothing between the two of you." Nizam's gaze now turned sad.

"Zam, I'm sorry, I really don't have that kind of cocktail." Arfan approached and hugged his best friend for a moment.

"Sister Nizam. Forgive Nizwa."

The two men now turned to the source of the voice, where Nizwa was already standing behind them. The girl walked slowly towards Nizam, then hugged her brother tightly and cried there.

"I'm sorry Nizwa, sister. It's all Nizwa's fault, Nizwa asked Bang Arfan not to tell Big Brother, Nizwa just wanted to make a surprise for Big Brother," the girl said sobbing.

"You guys, hyster."

"Sorry, Brother."

"You take care of me."

Nizwa immediately stopped her crying and took off the hug from the older brother. The girl turned towards Arfan asking for a further explanation of Nizam's words which she thought was a little ambiguous. However, Arfan actually answered by raising both shoulders while holding a smile.

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In town B, a beautiful hijab-wearing woman is seen walking out of the airport with several other people. Both hands pushed a stroller containing a baby girl who had not even turned one year old.

"Mi .. mi, Mi .. mi."

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