THE SMILE OF THE MOON
Have you heard the story of Heaven Adn? It was created from jewels...

The rain started its spatter over the arid ground in early November. The sky looks cloudy. Just before I looked at Azan Ashar, inviting rain spots began to flutter the earth.

Everything looks so beautiful. The sky seems to have lowered half the charm of its beauty on the face of the earth through the grains of rain. The arid land in an instant was transformed into a lush green expanse.

Alfian closed his eyes. It was as if he was trying to soak in the wind that was blowing gently on his face. He was in love like a grown up child. He had so long harbored the embers of love that he still did not understand when he should tell nature. Such a beautiful taste, which he was unable to describe with words.

His current state is what makes him have to grieve for a long time. His ugly face with legs that were only supported by iron support, made him like the most alienated creature in this world. His confidence is gone. He felt he had no right to be loved. He's just a lover. Lovers who can only admire and admire. And when words cannot represent her feelings, only her tears flow in response.

Let alone a girl, she felt the world and its contents, even the hatta of the fish in the deepest ocean would mock her impropriety. Will mock the feeling that is too beautiful if you have to dwell in his heart.

And he never understood why God had to keep him in the world in a state of imperfectness like his other servants. Servants who look very worthy of the title as perfect human beings, who deserve to love and be loved. He still questioned why he had to experience a disaster that caused defects in his face and body. Why did he who was once handsome, have to turn that bad. And if indeed God created man in pairs, are there any life partners that have been created for him, when everything is always measured by matter and good looks? Is there a woman of bad disposition like herself out there who is being groomed as her life partner? And if indeed he does not have a soul mate for the rest of his life, then why should he still be given life by Him?

What he feels now is painful. A feeling he has long harbored and is unable to express. Even if it is revealed, to whom? They will only look to see his fate.

Alfian raised his head. Shines of tears of sadness melted on his dull cheeks. Tightness of his chest with various unpleasant tastes, making him want to be closed and not open his eyes again.

Lord, this burden is so heavy for me to bear in my solitude. I wish to fly with the wings of Gabriel and bow down directly under Your Throne, pleading with You to make what is plucked and what is my heart's desire come true. Not just an image or a beautiful dream, nor just in the strokes of my verse."

Alfian lowered his head weakly. The music flowed softly from a house at the end of the road, making it increasingly powerless to hold his body to stand up straight against the wind.

It had been over an hour, and he was still faithfully waiting for the white-hooded girl to spread her charm before dusk. Until when he felt hopeless, he decided to get down from the level house.

The voices of some women were heard from the bottom. That's the sound of girls studying at the boarding school, about a kilo away from the house where he was hiding.

Alfian turned around and immediately approached towards the window. As much as possible he hid so that no one could see him from down there, especially the white-hooded girl.

The girl had separated from her friends. And now he looks alone down the path opposite to the direction traveled by his friends. His steps were slow and looked graceful. Alfian sounded amazed. She is the goddess sent by God as an inspiration to poets. Inspiration for him to survive in all his shortcomings. Alfian did not want to waste any time to see how perfect the girl was with her graceful steps. He slammed closer to the window, and could freely see perfectly the body of the white-hooded girl.