THE SMILE OF THE MOON
Emi was very happy when Mohammad Alqof asked her to...
The crescent moon appeared again in the western horizon after the Maghreb. The weather tonight is a bit sunny. Black clouds that are visible are just passing on the surface of the moon. The rest of the crescent moon is like a fishing canoe that continues to wade through the vast ocean.
Several times a sneezing sound came from inside Alfian's room. Since coming home from the old building, Alfian had already felt his body start to carefree. But before leaving home this afternoon, he took his time picking some shoots of neem leaves. He realized the unpleasant changes in his body.
The glass filled with water squeezing the neem leaves had already been spent. He was determined to be healthy and able to do activities as usual. And now he laid his body. Several times he opened the noveltoon application on his HP, wrote briefly and then closed it again.
While elsewhere. In a small green house, Marwan, Marwan and Emi were involved in a serious discussion.
"Father and mother just want to know how you think about the arrival of Pak kiai last afternoon," said Mr. Marwan.
"Just go ahead Dad. You mean your father, you want not to marry his son Pak kiai," interrupted Marwan impatiently. Emi just smiled and leaned her head on the shoulder of Mr. Marwan.
" Yes slowly, ma'am, just want to go straight to the point" said Mr. Marwan while stroking Emi's head. "But yes the point is more or less like your mother said," continued Mr. Marwan glanced at Ms. Marwan. Bu Marwan tilted his lips.
Emi improved her sitting position and held both of her parents' hands.
"Dad, Mother, who is the girl who is not interested in the ustads of Mohammad Alqof. The man is handsome, his religious knowledge is broad, the son of kiai again. But according to Emi not necessarily a good one it is good for Emi. Emi agrees more with Pak kiai's opinion, give us time to get to know each other without having to nod in agreement or shake his head to refuse first," Emi said in a lengthy explanation.
"Emi's not a girl like other girls. Emi has become an adult girl who is no longer interested in sheer physicality. Suppose Father and Mother never emphasized the science of religion since childhood to Emi, maybe Emi will not be this drag in choosing a mate. Father and Mother also always told Emi Istikharah to ask for Allah's guidance. Emi must also ask for a fatwa on Emi's heart. The strong one in Emi's heart, that's what Emi's going to guide." Ms. Marwan and Mr. Marwan occasionally exchanged lyrics once they realized for so long they were silent listening to Emi talk.
Mr. Marwan grabbed Emi's head and kissed her forehead.
"Yes, we believe in your choice. Whoever he is later, we're sure it's best for Emi."
Emi smile. Now replace the Emi ma'am who kissed Emi's forehead.
"Well then, now you go to the kitchen first . Prepare food for our dinner later after the prayer isya," said Marwan as he pointed the remote in his hand at the tv.
Emi immediately got up and began to work according to her mother's orders.
The night is getting late. The sky still looks bright. The night wind blew as breezy as the rhythm of the night from the melata who sang merrily.
"Assalamualaikum wr. Sorry to interrupt the night. I'm Moh. Alqof's son kiai Rozak".
Emi sighing. After a few moments of thought, he began to write a reply.
"Waalaikum greetings, it's okay Ustadz." He also long thought of a reply to Mohammad Alqof, but stopped him there. For some time waiting, his HP went back to sounding.
"There's actually a lot I want to talk to you about. Not enough conversation if by text or phone.if you have time, I want to meet just once."
Emi sighing. During this time he never met and talked alone with a guy. He could not yet think of what kind of meeting Mohammad Alqof meant. With his family or alone. Both heavy.
"The meeting was how Ustadz," replied Emi.
"Come to the cottage, bring your close friend. Later the Juwariyah ustadzah will show you the place. God is safe and distant."
Just now Emi directs both her thumbs to type, the next text comes in.
"Come here because it's about both of us later."
"God willing, Ustads" Emi replied briefly.
Emi turned her head towards the wall clock whose needle beat sounded ticking all the time, which sometimes reminded her to turn her head towards the clock.
Until this hour he still did not feel sleepy. It's almost one o'clock at night.
Emi tidied up some dictates for her teaching materials tomorrow at Pesantren. After turning off the laptop, he lay down his body, trying to make his body relax tired.
He wanted to forget for a moment other stories about the world that for days made him confused and cry. He just wanted to focus on thinking about one face in the photo, in his dream. The person he knew where to look for. The instructions are clear. He's the man with the beautiful rhyme. She is a friendly girl named Miss Ely. The good woman who has found the notebook, which is the forerunner to find the trace of God's guidance. What he looks like now he doesn't care. This world is a temporary stopover. There is a life after which that is more eternal, which is more beautiful and long. No one doubts that God's choice is the best even if the whole world scoffs at him. He would just wait patiently until God finally gave him another gesture.
The night is getting late. His calm mind carried away a dream.