THE SMILE OF THE MOON
Alfian undoes his intention to take the course. There are other considerations

The voice of Azan at dawn was heard softly from the village mosque. His melodious voice forced Alfian to keep his eyes awake.

Alfian yawned hard a few times. He held it back in front of him. He did not sleep last night. Still thinking about tomorrow when deciding to take a computer course at the boarding school in the next village. There was a feeling of fear and shame that disrupted his sleep last night. A feeling that made him worry so much that it almost forced him to cancel his intention.

Elsewhere, Emi had been awake from three o'clock. While waiting for Azan the dawn finished reverberating, he reread the poem he found near the old building.

Whether, between curiosity or the words in the poem are interesting, he can not be sure. He also thought that the poem might be garbage carried by the wind and he happened to find it. But the word allotment for the white-hooded girl made him think of a connection to her.

She is not the kind of girl who is easily attracted to the unclear. If it is not clear and not real, he feels it is not an important thing to think about. But he felt strange himself. The more he thought the poem was trash in the wind, the more he read it. He believed that poetry was not just poetry. The poem is written with all his heart and sincerity, so that he who reads it enters into the temple after his. Come to the beautiful praise of the owner.

Or it could be, the discovery of the poem is not a coincidence. It could be God's way of giving him answers to his prayers and prayers every night. But if true, where could he find the owner of the poem?

Question after question swirled in his head. Until his daydream was riddled by the sound of knocking from the door of his room.

"Emi, come worshiper son, father is waiting," Marwan's voice sounded from outside. Hearing that, Emi immediately rushed out. They also pray with khusyu' began to perform prayers congregation at dawn.

The morning has turned. The sound of the chirping of sparrows in the trees was heard crowded to welcome the morning. On the road, the farmers were seen marching towards the rice fields. Likewise with the carefree school children filled the side of the road.

Alfian was still sitting on the porch seat of his house. Behind him, Ely leaned by the door watching him. He had not received an answer from Alfian, why he suddenly decided not to take the course. He just said he was still tired because he did not sleep all night because he finished his writing.

"If we don't go, I'm going to the market. Vegetables must be brought to the market immediately, the hunt will wither," said Bu Ely woke Alfian from his long silence.

Alfian.

"Mom just go. Alfian also wants to go to Basir's house. Alfian just studied his computer there, ma'am" replied Alfian.

"Yes, but remember you can't go home last night." Ms. Ely then put the vegetables piled on the porch of the house into the sack. After that he left.

Alfian got up and steadily stepped down the road. Arriving in front of the old building, as usual he looked back and forth, making sure no one saw him. There was a special road at the back of the old building that he often used to enter. He himself took pains to clean up the wild growing bushes. Makes it like a funnel that's hard to find. After making sure the surroundings were safe, Alfian rushed in.

Arriving above the level, Alfian smiled. He felt peaceful when he saw the small stones that were still piling up. The notes of his hands with charcoal on the walls of the room look like they welcome him. This is his second home. The house that reverberates always follows when he wails. A house that adores his every prayer.

Alfian walked slowly to the window. A place where he could sit and observe the atmosphere below the level. The torn sack that was waving in the wind was tied up.

Two days later he did not come there. Although the girl in white hooded had twice come to his house but he could not see her as far as the old building. Her oval face, her eyelashes, her beautiful eyes, her eyebrows, her shady eyes, her white headscarf, her way of walking and the little things about the white-hooded girl she could see from above.

Two days of leaving the old building left his mind dead-end and empty of inspiration. And now he feels filled.

Alfian looked towards the direction where the white hooded girl used to come. The poem he wrote last night had been neatly folded and put into HVS paper. Not to forget he tied it with a blue ribbon that Emi used to tie a package of dried squid. He hopes the blue ribbon will catch Emi's attention and get to know her.

Alfian closed his eyes. Seen his mouth commotion full of piety reading prayer. After which, still closing his eyes, Alfian threw him out the window.

Alfian looked out, trying to check where the poem had fallen. Alfian could not see it, it might have fallen in the bushes or was behind the building's guardrail. Alfian turned his body and leaned against the wall.

Alfian was still standing waiting. He was sure the girl had not passed. He does not want the look of his eyes diverted, afraid that something will be missed.

Alfian's breath stopped. His heart rate is racing. A white-hooded woman was getting closer.

Alfian shifted his body inside behind the torn sack. The girl stopped. He looks up. Alfian was still leaning. His body pecked with a heartbeat that was still visible from behind his clothes.

After for some time Alfian hid, he decided to look at the window. He no longer found Emi there. The girl was far away. When he pulled his head out of the window, he did not see Emi's body.