Reaching the Moon
Chapter 25

...I once felt my heart beating so fast when faced with a woman, and it was only to two women, she who had been gone forever, and she who was now present before my eyes....

...I thought I used to be so easy to fall back on, in fact what I felt was different. It was not me who easily fell in love, but she who was so unique that she managed to pull my heart out of the abyss of sadness....

...After a long time apart, now that you are present again, is it a sign from God if we are meant to be together, or is it just a coincidence that has no beautiful meaning to me? Ah, I seem to expect too much....

...(.(.Nizam Mutawalli's)...

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"Assalamu 'alaikum, Moon," said Nizam from behind making the owner's name immediately turned around.

"Wa'alaikum hail, uh Mas Nizam!"

A beautiful smile immediately fell on her face that was so shady. That cheerful and friendly smile seemed to be a marker that the woman had recovered from her illness, Nizam thought.

"How are you? long time no see" asked Nizam in pleasantries.

"Thank God be good, Mas. Mas Nizam ...." The words of the Moon were cut off when suddenly a woman came carrying Quinzy.

"Month, here! From then on he cried while calling her Umminya continue," said the woman, then gave Quinzy to the Moon.

"Oh yes, he must be sleepy, indeed this is the hour of his sleep. Thank you, well, Ma'am has helped take care of Quinzy," said Moon as she held the little baby affectionately. He even forgot that there was a pale-looking man watching how the two interacted.

"Ah yes, Mas Nizam. Sorry, my words were cut off because of Quinzy's arrival" Moon said with a smile.

"No, nothing, so her name is Quinzy, yeah. How old?"

"Seven months, Mum."

"Beautiful as his mother" Nizam replied with a smile even though it was a little forced. "Oh, yes, I said first then, there is still business. Assalamu 'alaikum," the man continued and left immediately.

Nizam is now sitting on the steering wheel. There's been something wrong with the man since he left Syifa Clinic. He was more silent, his gaze was sad, and not excited at all, very different from his attitude when he first came.

"Zam, what's wrong? Why is your face so tangled?" ask Arfan who just entered the car and sat behind the wheel. However, until a few seconds passed Nizam did not also give a response.

"Zam!" re Arfan called.

"I saw the Moon inside, Fan," Nizam said later.

"Oh yeah? Good thing, you've finally met again after so long apart." Arfan seemed happy to hear Nizam's words. "But why doesn't your face look happy?" continues asking.

"It looks like he's remarried, I saw him holding a little baby."

Arfan frowned. "Are you sure he's married again? Did you see her husband? It could be that baby's Marcel's son."

"No way, you know for yourself before the divorce, the Moon was long separated from Marcel."

"It could be, right, when the Moon ran away, she was already pregnant first."

"Alright So, for almost two years Moon's gone, it turns out she's married to another man, so, 'do you mean?" Arfan tried to clarify the direction of his best friend's conversation.

"Yes" answered Nizam.

"Then, that means he's happy with his new life, and it's time you were happy with yours, too. What if I introduce you to my friend? She's beautiful and you might be interested in her."

Nizam turned a lazy eyeball hearing Arfan's offer who again wanted to find him a mate. However, come to think of it, it may be time that he chose one of the women ever offered to him, both from the mother, and from Arfan. At least that way, his life is no longer confused about the problem of a mate, and for sure, he has a target to whom his heart must be fed.

"Here you go, I'll choose one of the girls you're offering, I'm sure the choice is more appropriate."

Either, Nizam's decision this time was based on his own consciousness or on a broken heart. What is clear, resignation is his current state of self. He believes that love in a halal bond will surely grow someday if there is a willingness to open the heart and love.

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"Are you sure you want to accept an arranged marriage with your mother's chosen girl?" ask Khaira to investigate the change of the son's decision. The two were sitting in the family room that afternoon.

"God willing, Mother. However, marriage is worship, delaying marriage worship when the cost, physical, and psychological is already capable of makruh law. Nizam did not want to waste Nizam's time on futile matters and harm Nizam later on" Nizam replied with high confidence.

Khaira smiled and hugged the son, then said, "Thank you, son. May you soon find your happiness. Oh yeah, you wait here, yeah." Khaira went to her room. Not long after, the woman came with a plastic map containing several photos.

"Since you haven't delivered your answer to your parents, you can still choose which one you think is suitable. They come from good families, God willing, their religious understanding is also good." Khaira took out some photos of the princess from some of her close friends to Nizam, complete with their profiles.

Nizam observed some photos of the girl Khaira had placed on the table. They all look beautiful and have a good educational background.

"Bismillah, Nizam chose him" he said, pointing to one of the photos.

"Alhamdulillah, her name is Wardah. If you're sure, your mother will accompany you to her house tonight, since your father is out of town."

"Yes, Mother."

In the evening, Nizam and Khaira actually go to Wardah's house with good intentions. Along the way, Nizam looked so agitated. So many movements that he did outside of his consciousness, and it was caught clearly by the mother.

"What are you thinking, son? Why are you so nervous?" ask Khaira.

"It's okay, Mother. Nizam was just a little nervous," the man replied honestly.

Khaira smiled as she rubbed Nizam's hair. "Calm down, kid. Mother is with you, read Istighfar your heart is calmer."

Nizam can only smile in response to the words of the mother, covering up the nervousness with some dhikr that is enough to help calm the heart that is in a state of anxiety.

This is where they are now, in a house that is quite luxurious and a little crowded by the sound of a cool little child playing in another room. After going through a series of intro that contained pleasantries, Nizam now began to express his good intentions so politely to the two middle-aged people in front of him.

"Wardah, our youngest daughter. He works as a doctor at the hospital. A few months ago he asked me to find a mate, he was 25 years old, an age that was mature enough for women to get married. That's why I spoke to your mother because honestly I like your character, and I think you're a perfect fit for Wardah."

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