Reaching the Moon
Chapter 17

"What's? How did you guys get to the rescue? Didn't I order you to always be alert and alert?"

Nizam's voice in his study grew higher when he received news of the Moon's abduction that afternoon. He had already ordered two bodyguards to guard him from a distance, but they were too late to save the woman.

"Sorry, Boss. We lost quickly to those who suddenly appeared and took the Moon for granted. Alex is temporarily chasing after her at this time, and the last word from her, they're taking Miss Moon to the airport."

Nizam clenched his hands together, he stood so riled up as he rubbed his face violently. Anger as well as worry is surrounding him at this time.

"They must have brought him back to town A" murmured Nizam. "Arfan, book me a ticket to city A now!" he continued to hold back anger.

"But, Boss, it's not safe ...." Arfan did not continue his words when he saw Nizam completely ignored his rebuttal and immediately walked out with quick steps.

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The moon opened her eyes when she heard the voices of some men talking. The woman slightly grimaced as she felt her head ache and throb. Several times he blinked his eyes to normalize his blurry vision. He realized his position was currently sitting on a chair with his hands tied to the back.

"Boss, he's up!" one of the men called his boss.

The sound of the footsteps of shoes that sounded closer and closer made the heart of the Moon race faster. He clearly knew who the boss meant by the man earlier.

"Good work, Revan," said the boss, standing right in front of the Moon with a demonic grin.

"Hello, Wife. After a long search for you, I finally found you."

"Take me off! I'm no longer your wife, I've filed for divorce!" The moon stared intently at Marcel, trying to dampen his fear and suppress the nervousness that spread across his body.

"I don't want to divorce you, honey. Why are you so cruel?" marcel said with a smile made with a smile.

"For what? Why would you keep me as your wife if only to hurt me? A marriage done just to hurt a couple is illegal!" firm Moon, his eyes seemed to be flushed with a clear liquid that started to gather in his eye sinks.

"Sst." Marcel placed his index finger in front of the Moon's lips. "That's all I can do to keep you away from me, honey. I love you_."

"LIED! No love hurts, you purposely tied me up so I don't go and leak your secrets, right? The secret that you and Uncle Simon were the ones who harmed Kak Bintang and Kak Aura because you thought he was a witness to your crimes, didn't you?" The moon stopped her words while looking at Marcel who was just smiling casually.

"You're smart, thankfully you weren't the one who saw it at the time. If you had seen him, you might have fared just like your twin brother and his friend." Marcel laughed then followed by the laughter of his men who were standing behind.

While the Moon tries to regulate its breath in order to remain calm, even though it is only visible from the outside. "Basic of an accursed man!" the Moon shouted a little.

Marcel turned around and brought his face closer to the Moon's ear covered in a veil while firmly grasping both Moon cheeks, then whispered, "Actually I brought you here with two purposes, securing you and ...."

"Boss, we've found it at the airport!" said two men who came with a man with a head covered in black cloth and hands tied.

Marcel smiled then whispered back in the Moon's ear, "And finished him off." The man in the coat pointed at the man who had just arrived, then took off his grip violently.

Marcel walked over to the man and removed the black cloth covering his head. The two eyes of the Moon were bulging as he looked at the man he knew so well, now in front of him.

"Mas Nizam?" shiver the woman.

"Welcome to my home, Sky!" Marcel looked at Nizam with a skewed smile full of hatred.

Nizam just kept quiet, he had already guessed that all would definitely happen. He even realized that he was being framed when he arrived at the airport immediately greeted with a very unexpected arrest. He regretted leaving without any plan.

Nizam's gaze now turned to look at the Moon who was currently also looking at him full of joy and a pale face. The man's lips moved speaking without making a sound.

'It's okay, everything will be fine.'

Nizam nodded slowly with a faint smile, even if only a glance, but he hoped that the small thing could make the Moon feel calmer.

"I've said that I don't like traitors very much, have I?"

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The blow this time hit his face so strongly that Nizam staggered and fell onto the slightly dusty floor.

Not yet had time to rise, Revan and his friends immediately attacked him repeatedly until Nizam's body drooped helplessly. Fresh blood was seen on his face and mouth.

"There is no recompense for treason other than to finish you off, Heaven ah means Nizam." Marcel gave the code to his men to sit Nizam next to the Moon, not to forget they also tied their legs.

"Back them here and don't feed them and drink, I want to see when they can survive." Marcel left with his men and locked the door.

Now only Nizam and Moon are in the room. Sit in each chair with a distance of approximately one meter only. Silence, no sound came out of the two men.

Being in a closed room with someone who is not a mahram makes both feel bad and scared. 30 Minutes passed still in silence.

"Ekhem, are you okay?" nizam asked breaking the silence in the room.

"Yes" replied the Moon.

"Did they hurt you?" ask the man again without looking at the moon.

This time the Moon shook her head slowly without wanting to turn her head towards the man beside her as well. "No."

"Alhamdulillah." Nizam breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry I failed to protect you" he continued, looking down.

"Are you here to protect me, Mom?" tanya Moon turned a glance towards Nizam who did not give any response.

The moon turned to stare at the ceiling of the room that looked unfamiliar, her gaze was sad, her lips were trembling with restraining cries of guilt. "I'm sorry, for meeting me, you're getting into this thing."

Nizam smiled faintly for a moment, then began to speak, "A meeting will not happen except by the will of God. We met not just once, it means God has a plan behind this meeting, so there's no need to regret it."

The moon only nodded faintly in response to Nizam's words. He doesn't know what else to say. Right now he just wanted to focus on stabilizing his heart which was still beating fast due to his fear since then.

Time continued, the night was getting late, thirst and hunger began to approach the two. Not infrequently, strange sounds from their stomachs filled the silence in the room. Pretending to be deaf is the only way to keep each other feeling.

Nizam stared at the Moon who chose to close his eyes, either tired or hungry, the woman's face always looked pale. But he can't do anything at the moment.

The man now circulated his gaze to every corner of the triplex-walled room filled with junk, but not at their headquarters. Some used wood was arranged in the corner of the room.

A glimmer of hope approached him when he saw the nails in the woods. With a high spirit to be free, Nizam immediately stood up to the woods while jumping even though he had to endure the pain in his body.

Long enough Nizam tried to break the rope that binds the two hands behind his body. It feels so hard and exhausting, of course. Not wanting to give up, he kept trying to swipe the rope many times, the sweat that began to flood the man's temple became a witness to his efforts in saving himself and also the Moon.

"Alhamdulillah" said Nizam when the rope was finally cut off.

He quickly untied the rope at his feet, then immediately untied the rope in the hands of the Moon. The woman was a little aghast when she realized Nizam was now nearby.

"Sorry, I'm gonna open this rope and we can figure out a way to get out of here."

"Thank you" said the Moon slowly.

Nizam has now removed several piles of wood blocking a wooden window in the corner of the room. Just as he was about to forcefully open the window, the door of the room immediately opened where Marcel was holding him with a ready-to-pounce look.

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