Reaching the Moon
Chapter 15

"Arfan, where's the Moon?" nizam asked right after he and Nizwa arrived on the fifth floor.

"He's safe inside, boss," replied Arfan.

Nizam nodded his head and turned to look at Nizwa. "Sir, come in and help the moon clean up. I'll take her to the villa, God willing, it's safer there."

Nizwa slowly begins to understand the intention of her brother taking her. The girl immediately walked over and pressed the bell of the apartment unit several times. However, until a few minutes passed, there was no sign of the Moon coming out.

"No answer, brother."

Nizam frowned and approached the door. The man starts to enter the code on the keylock which becomes the last way to open the door. The two brothers were finally able to enter together, while Arfan stayed outside just in case.

"Where is he?" lirih Nizam when he found his living room empty and felt silent.

"I'll check it in the room, brother." Nizwa walked away from her sister to the room that became the Moon's bed, occasionally calling her to let her know that she was the one who came and not someone else.

The room where the Moon is is empty. Nizwa began to feel a little worried about the state of the woman. Not stopping there, he now continues his search into the bathroom.

The girl's eyes were perfectly rounded when she found the Moon unconscious lying on the bathroom floor.

"Astaghfirullah, Moon!" Nizwa immediately held the head of the Moon. The woman's face looked very pale.

"Sir Nizam, please come here!" nizwa shouted from the bathroom.

Not waiting for long, Nizam came rushing into the bathroom. Lucky Moon still has not changed the clothes that he had been wearing with his hood, so Nizam did not see the woman's aura.

"Why month?" nizam asked with worry that he could not hide anymore.

"Fainting, Brother. Let's take it to the hospital."

"Don't, danger!" Nizam was silent for a moment while thinking of a safer way he thought. "If we take her home, do you want to check on her?" nizam asked and only got a shoulder twitch from Nizwa.

Nizam was roughing his head. "How about we just take it to the villa?"

"Don't you, brother. It's too far, the Moon needs immediate treatment."

Nizam was silent again while thinking hard. "Then we go home!"

"What about mom and dad? It's already night."

"I'll talk to my mom and dad."

Nizam had no other choice, however, to keep the Moon, and making sure it was okay was the main thing at the moment. Is it a blow or a slap that he will receive later? he's already ready.

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Nizam and Nizwa now stand bowed in front of Khaira and Boy, like two young children who are admitting wrongdoing in front of their parents because they have just been caught stealing mangoes. While the unconscious Moon has been put into the guest room.

"Honestly, who is this woman?" asked Boy in a firm tone, and a sharp gaze that was ready to draw the brothers.

"He's the Moon, Dad ...."

"Dad knows his name is the Moon. What you ask, who is the Moon? Why do you care so much about him?" search Boy.

"Actually we met the first time ...." Nizam began to tell how his first meeting with the Moon was honest. Starting from he who almost hit her, until when the girl asked Nizam to marry her in the hospital.

Not only that, he also told how the next meeting in Korea and near the forest of the city of B which ultimately made Nizam decide to take him home for security reasons. Nizam also said honestly that today he only knew if the Moon was the wife of the motorcycle gang boss he was looking for.

Of course that fact managed to make the three people in the room other than himself surprised instead of playing. Boy even fell down while looking at his head that felt a little pain after hearing Nizam's story.

"He's in town A, it looks like he ran away for some reason."

Boy scrunched his forehead to hear Nizam's reasoning, then began to say, "The haze from the husband shows the unworthiness of a wife, why did you bring her here? It is you who will be slandered because of this. Would you like to be accused of being a player?"

Nizam shook his head quickly. "No, Dad. Nizam knows Moon is a good woman. She_."

"How well do you know her to be sure she's a good woman?"

Nizam was silent for a moment to get an attack of questions from his father that felt so intimidating and cornered him. "Nizam did not know the Moon well, but Nizam knew her husband, he was a hard man and did not hesitate to beat anyone wrong in his eyes. Nizam had even heard Moon was hurt in her home when her husband was drunk."

"Fix it, Nizam. Whatever your reasons, whatever your reasons, if you take the Moon, the woman who has had a husband away, your good name will be tainted. Today, people are more likely to swallow the news presented before their eyes without wanting to find out the truth first. You know that, Nizam!"

The middle-aged man repeatedly took a deep breath and threw it away slowly in order to think clearly and not be inedible with emotions.

"If it can't be treated here, Nizam will rent out a house for her."

"MUSK!"

Boy's voice full of anger now blaring filled the room. Instead of being stubborn, he just wanted to make sure the Moon was safe, even though he realized what his father said was right. However, he still has a mission, he needs testimony from the woman, and he does not want to lose a valuable opportunity. Unfortunately, Nizam could not explain his goal because of course the father would not allow.

Nizam is now silent, he chose to kneel before Boy and Khaira to ask for his permission, making both parents more upset.

"Sorry, Om, Auntie, if my presence here makes you feel uneasy."

All the views of the people in the room now turned toward the source of the sound where the Moon stood.

"Moon, how are you?" nizwa asked directly to him.

"I'm good, Nizwa. Thank you," replied Moon slowly then slowly approached in a lowered position.

"Sorry, Mas Nizam. Don't be like that just to help me" he said slowly, making Nizam stand up again.

The moon stared at Boy and Khaira alternately. "I'm sorry that my presence has become a burden to everyone. Actually I don't want to tell my problem, I realize that whatever it is the disgrace of my family. I also realized that as a wife, I was a dress for my husband, I shouldn't tell anyone about his vices. However, in this case, in order to avoid the slander that I can inflict then I will explain my true circumstances so that I can run away from my husband."

The moon stopped her words for a moment while enduring the tightness in her chest. Telling the situation, it was the same as peeling back the wound, and it made the Moon very tormented, as if hatred and pain hit her heart again to push the clear circle inundated the woman's eye patch.

"I was married not for love, nor as a form of sunnah worship. All I know is that I was married for another purpose, so that during my time as a wife, I was only made into an emotional outlet, and a target of my husband's physical strength. Why did I run away? Because my resolve is round. I'd rather be widowed than crazy for harboring pain, hate, and trauma every day alone."

Everyone in the room was silent to the Moon's utterance which was beyond their expectations.

"I've filed for divorce with the court. I have also done a visum on the scar on my body as proof. Maybe my divorce papers are temporarily processed at this time, I hope everything can be done quickly." The moon stopped her words again.

"If indeed my presence here causes slander, I will leave here. Thank you for helping me all this time. May Allah repay your kindness. Assalamu 'alaikum."

The moon began to turn and set foot toward the exit of the living room. However, not yet there, the baritone Boy's voice made the woman's move come to a halt.

"Wait on! You can stay here for a while" Boy said.

"Dad, thank you." Nizam immediately kissed the middle-aged man's hand many times and was about to hug him, but Boy quickly held him back by holding the son's face.

"Dad allowed Moon to stay here until he recovered, but with a note, you can no longer join the biker gang. One more thing, the Moon can't stay in the same building as us, she'll stay in the back pavilion of the house to avoid slander especially from you." Boy spoke softly and then took his hand off Nizam's face.

"As a man, I caught something strange in your eyes, Nizam. The way you look at her is very deep, and I need to remind you that she's still somebody's wife. Don't involve your feelings if you don't want to be heartbroken a second time" Boy continued speaking slowly and left the room.

Khaira and Nizwa who could still hear Boy's words were now compactly staring at Nizam with shocked faces, so many questions that they were thinking, but were held back by the existence of the Moon.

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