THE SMILE OF THE MOON
Emi just remembered, she once kept a sheet in her pocket...

This morning was so bright. The breeze that blows gently hits the faces of the pedestrians who start their morning activities. Including Emi who was behind the house. He really enjoyed the warm sunshine that morning by doing some small movements to flex his body.

There were many clothes piling up in front of him. Like today is Sunday, he will use it to wash clothes that he did not have time to wash last week.

Emi let out a short breath when she saw the amount of dirty clothes piling up in front of her. Last week he did not have time to wash, because he had a turn to clean up at the boarding school.

As usual before putting the laundry in the bucket, he will first check his shirt pocket and skirt one by one before putting it in a bucket filled with water. He was afraid that something had forgotten to take him and was finally broken.

There was a folded piece of paper he found in one of his pockets. He is still trying to remember her.

Emi nodded small. That's the sheet he found near the old building two days ago. Emi took off the shirt she was holding and started to unfold the paper. It turns out to be a poem. What a beautiful handwriting. A book that interested him in reading it. Fortunately, he had not put it in the bucket.

"Oh white hooded girl with graceful steps.

Until here, Emi stopped her reading. He felt the white-hooded girl in the opening sentence of the poem as if it were intended for him. He really likes white. There are twelve white hijabs that she collects. Everything is plain colored. Sometimes her friends like to make fun of her because they thought they never changed their hijab. She found the poem in an old building, where she had seen a shadow of someone behind a window. He tried to relate these events to himself.

Emi continued her reading.

"Oh the jewel of the world that radiates its beautiful sheen.

O girl who has eyes as beautiful as Yaqut.

O girl who has cassowary bird tail.

Your face is as full as the Wulan's fullness at full moon.

Your hair that is spread out under your white veil, like the glittering silk of the night decorate the poetry of the dreamers.

Your gaze was shady, like a intoxicating cup of wine.

And I fell asleep to forget my Creator

O white hooded girl with step full of guidance.

I Am the Enemy waiting for you at the end of the wait.

Will I build a red yaqut palace with gold lining its walls?

is piety...

The righteousness that will lead me to the love of the Owner of Love.

O white hooded girl.

Do you believe me when I fly to a place you've never seen?

A place that can only be witnessed by two hearts who love because of Rabb.

Will you bow down with me for love?

Would you mind me for love?

Until then nature will say

Be careful of the calm...

Return to your Lord.

O white hooded girl

Just look up once and look at me.

Even if you can't see me, just feel that I'm there, admiring you."

Emi speechless. For a moment, he felt as if he had been carried away in verse by verse of the poem he had read. She felt she was the white-hooded girl in the poem. It was so hard and penetrated to the bottom of his heart.

He was starting to believe, there was indeed a person above the level of the old building who was watching him. That person was not a bad person who intended to be unkind to him.

Emi got up and stepped into her room. He placed the poem next to the envelope of the ustazah.

The first problem so far he has not been able to decide. Now comes another new puzzle, although it is not certain whether it is intended for him or not.