Reaching the Moon
PROLOGUES
...The first meeting has swept me away to the beauty of love in silence. Each subsequent meeting always presents jokes and laughter. I hope it never ends. Although I realized, every meeting must have a farewell....
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The orange sky began to decorate the nabastala, the sun slowly descended to the horizon to pick up the moon which will soon show the reflection of its light. Giving a warning to people who are busy working to rest the body that has been tired.
Aura, a graceful woman in a doctor's suit seemed to still feel at home enjoying the time in her room. A mobile phone that shows a picture of a handsome man with glasses can not be separated from the grasp. Likewise with a smile that does not fade in the slightest when imagining if soon the man will become a priest in his life.
Their love story is so sweet! The beginning of the meeting until finally ended in an unexpected proposal, always an unforgettable memory. Tomorrow is the day that has been her dream all along, marrying the man she loves so much.
Trings
Aura immediately diverted the picture of her future husband when a message from an unknown number came in. The woman scrunched her forehead for a while reading every word in the message, then immediately left the room.
Aura drove her car towards a dinner house that night as well. He took a seat in the corner of the room while waiting for the arrival of the person who had sent him a message. While waiting, a woman who happened to be in that place suddenly greeted him.
"Sir Aura?" greet the beautiful hijab woman with a friendly smile.
"Star?" reply Aura came smiling no less friendly.
They talked to each other for almost an hour, but the person Aura wanted to meet never came. The two women finally decided to go home. However, due to a problem, Aura volunteered to drive Bintang home that night, but the car they were riding in suddenly exploded and caught fire in the middle of a fairly quiet road.
The explosion not only leaves a wound will lose a beloved figure, but also the wound will release a hope and dream that is in sight.
"Stupid is the destiny that God has set in the book of Lauhul Mahfuz. No one knows, except God. As with death, it has been written neatly, even before the human was born," Aura said as she gazed at the bright moon that night.
Nizam smiled when he heard the words of the hijab girl beside him. "You're right."
Aura averted her gaze and momentarily looked at the man who was also looking at her. "Nizam, let's keep our special thing there." The aura pointed to the back of the gazebo that was not far from where they were sitting at the moment.
The man frowned. "Special item? What's for?"
"As a marker, who knows we are still reunited when we grow up, for example, mate, we can again take that special object together. However, if not, then you can give that special thing to your wife."
"Ciee talks about a soul mate. Take it easy, Aura. When I have my own income, I'll propose to you immediately."
Aura laughed softly at the words of her little friend.
"Why laugh? I'm serious, you know, this." Nizam looked seriously at Aura, making the girl's laughter subside.
"Nickname, Nizam. We are 17 years old! It's so easy to talk lamar like a little boy calling his ideals."
"Why is that? That's my dream."
"You must not forget that the ideals of man are not always in line with God's plan."
"Yes, anyway. But can't we seduce him in a third of the night?"
"Indeed, but back again, God knows better which one is best for you. If it's not, don't make it."
Nizam throbbed and then threw his gaze forward. "You're talking like you don't want me to propose to you, in stark contrast to what you're talking about and want you to do right now."
Aura only smiled faintly in response to Nizam's words. "Because I'm human too, Zam. I certainly have my own desires, but I don't know which one will propose to me first, you or death."
"Huss, what the hell, by the way! Our parents will hear." Nizam was now staring at the group of old people who were in front of him. There are already Khaira, Boy, Ali, and Silfi who are busy making grilled chicken to enjoy their weekend before Aura and her parents, Ali and Silfi return to their city.
"They heard it too papa times, after all we are all waiting for our death," said Aura. "Quick! Take your special thing! I'll wait for you there" he continued, pointing at the gazebo, then encouraging Nizam to pick up his special object inside the house.
It is quite difficult to find a special object for Nizam, a teenager who has a cute character that has no girl friends other than Aura who is none other than the son of his stepbrother. They've been close friends ever since they were kids.
The man's gaze was now fixed on a handkerchief with a striking color neatly folded in his closet. Shortly after, Nizam returned with a pink helokitty-patterned handkerchief and a large capsule.
"Wow, I don't know you like hellokitty maco boy, I don't know" Aura sneered as she closed her mouth holding back a laugh.
"You asked him for something special. This handkerchief is the only girl patterned thing in my room, so it becomes a special thing. Know that special? Yes, different from the others" explained Nizam.
"Yes, hell! Is that yours?"
"No, it belongs to the little boy who comforted me when I had an accident seven years ago. I want to return it, but I don't know the name and address, I've just got the stuff."
"How old is his son? Girls, yeah?"
Nizam nodded. "If it's not wrong she was as tall as my chest at the time. Maybe he's Nizwa's age. Why?"
"No papa, here's the box and his handkerchief." Aura turned her hand towards Nizam, and the man immediately gave it to her without speaking again.
Nizam noticed Aura who started putting the handkerchief into the capsule, then the girl took out a folded paper and put it into the capsule.
"What, huh?"
"Letter. Anyway you never open it until you get married, promise?"
"Yes, God willing."
They then dug a hole behind the gazebo to fit to plant the box. The two stared at each other for a moment and smiled.
Aura turned her gaze to look at the moon with a beautiful white light. "Let God give the answer to our future plans."
Nizam just nodded slowly with a smile. "Laukanatiln najma wal qamar tatakalam, arsaltu ma'a kulli najmah wal qamar salakun bihubbik," he said.
(If only the stars and moon could speak, then I would send it through all the stars and the moon I say I love you).
- Connected
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