THE SMILE OF THE MOON
it was like seeing a photo of a handsome young man with a large size on the wall of his room

The crescent moon was seen appearing in the western horizon after rain had rained so hard on the earth since noon. The crescent moon was like a canoe sailing in the shady sea. He will take care of the eyes and hearts of those who see him.

The sounds of frogs and crickets sound like the rhythm of the percussion of the night. Throw up the night dwellers in his warm blanket.

Ms. Marwan brought a plate of fried bananas that she had just finished frying for Emi who was busy in front of her laptop.

"don't be too late to sleep, tomorrow you want to learn" said Bu Marwan while putting a plate of fried bananas on a table near Emi. He went and sat in the living room

"Tomorrow holiday mom. Thanks for the fried banana ma'am" said Emi half-cried as she realized her mother was no longer nearby.

Emi sighing. He squinted his eyes in the hope that his eyes were not too stiff after several hours of glaring at the laptop. Feeling tired, he turned off the laptop and leaned against the wall of the room.

It's been a long time since he opened the Noveltoon app. He misses reading one of his favorite Novelists Then LHS and the ugly one. The latter seemed to have the same style of language as the poem of the mysterious person he had read.

Emi grabs her phone and starts opening the Noveltoon app. Notifications appear and the author of his favorite again produces new work. At least he had something to read in his spare time.

The sound of a wall clock rang. It's twelve o'clock at night. Emi's body wriggled tiredly. It doesn't feel like he's spent five chapters reading a novel. He felt very sleepy, but he still had one night to finish his palace. What's more tonight is Friday night. The night which is the king of the night, the night full of glory and the conversion of prayer for the servant who pleads. He hoped God would give him clear instructions without making him tired of interpreting.

Emi then got up and stepped into the bathroom. After ablution he immediately performed the prayer.

The night was silent. The cold wind that blew completely forced the night residents to silence themselves inside the house. The crescent moon that was once seen has now disappeared in the cloudy scope that began to dominate.

Elsewhere, Alfian is busy rewriting a story that he finds very interesting. A story he got when he opened Google.

A story about the primacy of the Friday night in nukil from the Book of Ushfuriyah. The book tells the story of two brothers who worship fire. When they both felt they were over-worshiping the fire, they agreed to test the fire they were worshipping, whether it was worth worshiping or not. If it is worthy of worship, the fire will not burn those who worship it. But the fact they got, the fire burned the hands of one of the two brothers. One of them chose Islam and the other continued to worship fire. One who chose to convert to Islam has had a difficult time with his family. Two days he could not find a job to support his family. Two days and two nights they walked with hungry stomachs. The next day, exactly Friday. The head of the family chose to spend his time in the mosque to pray and worship Allah. And the miracle that happened, the sack of sand that he brought to comfort his wife and son suddenly turned into wheat. Not only that, but an angel who transformed into a handsome young man came to bring him a tray of gold for his prayers and worship on Friday.

Interesting story and managed to make his hopes reappear. It just so happens that tonight is also Friday night and with a strong belief then nothing is impossible to make real. The white-hooded girl is a creature of God, whose change of heart is in God's will. Why not try knocking on God's door on this glorious night? Mumbled.

Alfian glanced at his cellphone. There is a notification coming in the noveltoon application. Alfian examined it and saw that a "Village girl" had liked and commented on her porch.

"The story is never boring. The spirit and terua work ugly. bravo!

Alfian smiled. The village girl was one who faithfully read her novel. He also never commented on any of his works. These days, they are rarely seen online. Just this time.

Alfian turned off wifi on his phone. After that he got up and by holding on to the wall of the house, he stepped up to take the ablution water'.

Emi raised both her hands after her long miser. He looked up expectantly, showing his gratitude for the Lord's struggle.

O God our Lord. Find the servant with the one who will accompany the life of the servant to serve You. The servant waits for the beloved whom You choose for the servant, not the choice of the servant himself or anyone else. Because the soul mate You choose for me will be the best for me, even though in the eyes of other creatures it looks not good.

O Allah, open all these dark veils for the servant. Show your signs in a way that is easy for you to understand. You are the King and the King of all kings. Amens.

Emi closed her prayer by rubbing her hands on her face. He felt peace in his heart. All the restlessness that controlled his heart seemed to just disappear.

Slowly lay down his body. The sleepiness began to whack. Several times he covered his mouth with his hands as he yawned. This time he could not help his sleepiness and he began to fall asleep.

Meanwhile. Somewhere else. As with Emi, Alfian had just finished with his long wire. Anywhere feels the same. Heart of peace so that his mind is filled with tranquility.

There was nothing more that seemed to hinder in his mind. She felt like she was connected to the energy that felt she was watching him with a Most Beautiful smile.

The wind outside the house sounded. The sound of trees and the sound of the tower of one of the telecommunications networks that crashed into the wind made a terrifying roaring sound.

Emi rise. Some furniture hanging on the wall of the living room was heard falling. No one was heard in the living room. His mother and father may have been too quiet to hear anything. The sound of the wind blowing scared Emi. Winds like this.

Emi ventured out of the room and headed to the living room. Lots of decoration on the wall that has changed places on the floor. The wind that entered the house really made the room fall apart. The papers are scattered here and there. Emi then started tidying it up and putting it in a safe place.

Emi was silent staring at the two hanging pictures lined up with each other. But there's something different about one of those photos. The position is upside down with the head facing down. Emi stepped closer to the photo. He stuck out his hand trying to correct the photo position, but suddenly the wind blew, even harder than before, causing both photos to fall from the wall. Emi hastily snatched her but unfortunately she can only save one photo. While the other photo fell and the glass frame broke scattered. Even the splash of her glass hurt Emi's toes.

The wind began to subside. Emi looked at the photo she had saved and brought it to the room. He hung the picture near his picture.

"Emi...Emi, wake up son of Azan". Emi surged in shock when she heard a knock from outside her bedroom door. He was silent for a while waiting for his consciousness to recover. His eyes were fixed on the picture hanging on the wall of his room. There was only one photo and it was his own. Emi just realized that what happened earlier was a dream.

Emi got up and stepped into the bathroom.

After finishing praying, Mr. Marwan, Ms. Marwan and also Emi sat casually in the living room while enjoying a light snack in front of them while watching tv shows. But Emi couldn't calm down because she was still thinking about her dream last night. His seat was uncomfortable. He also said goodbye to both parents on the grounds of completing a little task.

Arriving at the room, Emi immediately laid her body on the bed.

His eyes are floating. Trying to remember back in sequence, from the first until finally he was awake. Absolutely perfect. Not a little forgotten. Now the focus is only on one photo that he managed to capture in a dream. About the other photo that was upside down and fell on the floor, he did not need to bother thinking about it. It may be the wisdom why Ustadzah's mother slipped the photo in an envelope. And he began to interpret with full confidence, the falling picture is a signal that God's instructions are in the photo he managed to save. Although he did not know the male figure in the photo he saved, he did not want to ask too much or dizzy to think about who he was. He believes that someday there will be a sign or a hint of God to find him.

All he had to do at this moment was wait without despair and calm. He is sure that someday the male figure in the photo in his dream will definitely appear.