Reaching the Moon
Chapter 07

Earlier, the,

"Zam, are you sure about all this?" ask Arfan. Just a few minutes ago he arrived in town A after Nizam asked him, and now the man was made quite surprised by his best friend's plan.

"I'm sure" said Nizam. "Mas, please make me look different" Nizam told the makeup artist as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

"Mas, Mas, call me Meri, okay? MERI," refuted the man with the appearance of woody behind Nizam.

"Yes, that is, Mas Meri," Nizam quickly erratized.

"Give me! don't use it!" The voice that had been lying down now sounded the bus with a firm tone, making Nizam a little surprised in shock, even Arfan who was standing behind him had to hold back a laugh when he saw the expression on his boss's face.

"L-yes, Meri, please make me look different."

The man in all pink clothes was now smiling sumringah after Nizam called her correctly this time.

"So dong. Oh, how's it different, Bo'? Different from akyu?" Meri pointed at herself while smiling meaningfully.

Nizam shuddered in horror seeing Meri's gaze at him from the reflection of the mirror. "No, Mas, uh Meri means." The man quickly corrected his words when he got a sharp look from Meri.

"Make me look like a bad boy."

"Well, it's easy, this lick fingers of mine will change you to your liking."

Meri started doing her job. The deft fingers began to move to polish Nizam's face clean white to look slightly tanned. The glasses used by Nizam are now removed.

Nizam's hair began to growl but neat because it was never cut again after he failed to get married, now it is conjured in such a way that it looks a little stylish on the front and tied on the back so that it looks different than usual.

Time went on until an hour had passed.

"Okay, for finishing, do you want to wear a tattoo to make it change completely?" asked Meri and immediately got a headband by Nizam.

"No! .. but if you have an abstract sticker that can be removed, I want to" Nizam said. Truly, he will not use a way that God does not like just to carry out the mission.

"Stickers?" Meri frowned for a moment, then went to grab something from inside the drawer.

"You mean like this?" Meri shows some of its sticker collection, ranging from colorful, to only black.

"This is all." Nizam chose a black sticker whose shape is unique. When viewed up close only a curved line close together, but when viewed from afar, it looks like a spider.

"Okay, okay. So where do you want to put this sticker?"

"Here." Nizam pointed at his head so confidently.

"Babahahahahah." Arfan who had been observing in silence finally laughed when he heard Nizam's words.

"Why laugh?" asked Nizam with a serious face.

"Zam, Zam. Are you kidding me? Do you want to show off the stickers? If you stick it in there, people will know right away if it's just a sticker." Arfan walked over to Nizam. "Paste here .. gosh I can't believe a plain guy like you wants to be a bad boy," he pointed to Nizam's neck, which was slightly covered with hair but could also be seen though not too clear.

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Not feeling a week passed, Nizam had lived his day as a man named Sky, a new member of the Black Shadow motorcycle gang. Various activities of motorcycle gang children have been he participated in, ranging from touring, modifying the bike, to participate in the race.

However, Nizam is not his name if he makes the motorcycle race last until the finish. There was just something he did until the race stopped suddenly in the middle of the road. One of them, he asked Arfan to come by ringing a police siren, so inevitably, the biker gangs immediately disbanded and bets from the race were canceled.

Nizam has been able to blend in with all of them, including the boss, Marcel and his right-hand man, Simon. The two terrifying men liked Sky's courage, especially his skill in martial arts. Not infrequently, he asked Marcel to come with him while traveling long distances for security reasons.

The opportunity was used by Nizam to look for clues regarding his relationship with the Aura accident. One by one he gathered the clues. In this case, he has obtained evidence that Marcel and his members are indeed a syndicate of drug dealers.

Sometimes he wondered, how could their activities that supposedly had lasted several years not also sniffed by the authorities? However, Nizam chose silence first. Not because they do not want to reveal the truth, but rather want to gather more evidence. He even managed to bag a package of goods that he suspected contained drugs to serve as evidence. The item was then given to Diki as well as video transactions to be checked first.

Even so, until now the evidence he collected was not strong enough for the Aura accident case. Whether it's Marcel or the rest of the biker gang, everything looks normal, and nothing suspicious, he had never even seen the Black Shadow motorcycle gang do violence to others like begal as it was in his shadow.

The man's activities are now completely changed at night, but in the morning until evening he will return to himself. As of this moment, Nizam was with Nizwa after he was satisfied to accompany his younger brother for a walk since this morning.

"Sister, it's been more than a week we're in town A, is there no intention of visiting the house of aunt Silfi and Uncle Ali?" asked Nizwa while looking at the older brother who was driving the car.

"Did you tell your aunt and uncle about where we are?" Nizam asked back and Nizwa quickly shook her head.

"No, I'm just doing it. Anyway how dare I act without approval from Brother."

Nizam turned to look at his sister and rubbed his head covered with a veil. "Good, smart sister," he said. "I'm on a mission, so my whereabouts here shouldn't anyone know other than you, Diki, and Arfan," the man continued.

The car that Nizam was driving now arrived at a restaurant. Both are intending to have lunch because of their stomachs that have been asking to be filled since.

"Sister, if you want to order food for me, same as having a sister, well, I'm kebelet, nih!"

"Yes yes."

After Nizwa's departure, a waitress comes to Nizam.

"What message do you want, sir?"

"I want a message ...."

The man looked up at the waitress and realized that the woman next to him right now was again the Moon. No coincidence as to what was approaching him, this was clearly his third meeting unintentionally.

"Eh yes see you again" said Nizam at a glance looking at the woman's friendly smile, and for the first time it was a real smile without puffy eyes.

"You work here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Don't call me father!" nizam. Honestly, he does not like being called a father by people who he feels are the same age as his sister.

"Oh, what do you want to call me?"

"Whatever, just don't father or om, I'm not that old, yet" replied Nizam flatly.

"Oh, sorry sorry, I called you. Oh, what do you want?" ask the Moon while taking out a small notebook and a pen.

Nizam began to mention the food he ordered along with drinks for himself and Nizwa. The man looked at the activity of the Moon who was recording his order so agilely.

Her face turned out to be very beautiful, and it was only after she met a few times.

"Astaghfirullah," said Nizam, turning his gaze quickly.

For some reason, there was a curiosity in his heart. He was eager to ask the news of the woman after her death yesterday, considering she no longer has a family. However, he paused because he felt it was inappropriate to ask her at this moment.

"Okay, thank you. Please wait for yah." Months later, he took his order. Nizam's view was still pointed towards the Moon until he saw the Moon and his sister accidentally met at the end of the road there.

Nizam frowned when he saw his sister hugging the Moon as if they knew each other, but it did not take long, they are now separated because of the busy Moon.

"You know him?" nizam asked right after Nizwa landed her body on the chair opposite her brother.

"Yapp, he's my new friend, we met for the first time in the Incheon airport toilet. The guy's friendly and nice, but ...." Nizwa hung her words with a frown.

"But what?"

"His smile was fake, it seemed like he was harboring sadness. I heard him crying bitterly in the toilet that day."

"really? Is he with someone?" search Nizam.

"Of course, he didn't say anything. He just said he was on vacation." Nizwa paused for a moment. "Wait a minute, why did you ask? Is Brother curious? She's beautiful, you know! Suitable for Brother, good again," continued the girl while raising her eyebrows.

"Ck, what the fuck, anyway! I have no intention of opening my heart at the moment, so don't try to match me with anyone" Nizam said.

Nizwa nodded her head in response to Nizam's words. The two began to enjoy their lunch while occasionally telling stories.

"Tomorrow I'll drive you home, we've been here a week, I think that's enough."

"So, are you coming home too?"

"Yes, after all, we go together and go home together. Pity Arfan too if he takes care of the office alone."

"Then, Brother's mission?"

"I'll take care of it, you just help Brother keep it a secret."

Nizwa nodded confidently then took a glass of orange juice in front of her. "By the way, what is Brother's mission? What does it mean to do with Brother's mission?" ask the girl and drink the juice.

"Join the biker gang."

Byuuur

Nizam closed his eyes resignedly as a fresh orange juice gushed into his face.

"What?"

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That night, after gathering at the headquarters, Sky was asked by Marcel to drive him home. The man with the sideburns was unable to carry his motorbike because he was drunk, whether what he did in his private room at the headquarters alone since then, out of there the man had staggered.

The motor carried by Sky now drove while carrying Marcel who was sitting behind while leaning on his back. Along the way, he became a boxer as well as a loyal listener for each rapport from the boss. The man stopped hitting when he got tired.

"Stop in the way of the Rose number 5," said Marcel slowly among his still-existing consciousness though few.

Soon enough, Sky stopped his bike right in front of a large one-story house. There is already parked one car and a matic motorbike that has been shabby.

"You may go" said Marcel, staggering to the front door of his house.

The sky did not go straight away, he just silently looked at the house for a while. However, just as he was about to leave, the sound of debate between the man and woman from the house troubled his hearing.

"For example, Mas. hiks...."

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