THE SMILE OF THE MOON
Alfian was like hearing a familiar female voice in his ears.

Alfian turned his head towards the thick book of batik motifs on the living room table. He was trying to remember something. He never kept a book like that in his room. His mother did not seem to. Curious, he approached the table and picked up the book.

Sheet by sheet the book was opened. Alfian sighing. Sheet by sheet the book was filled with Arabic writing that he did not understand at all. He continued to open the book until the last page. Alfian stared fixedly at a name printed in the top corner of the inside of the book cover,

"Emi Widjayanti" . Mmh..," Alfian scrunched his forehead. A good name. He was sure, even the owner of the name would be as beautiful as his name. Why is the book there? Inner Alfian was curious.

Alfian sighed and turned to his mother's room.

"Mom, who's the book at the table."

"Mom doesn't know. Mom was in front of the house. Maybe have a child who mumps in the boarding school next door," said his mother from inside the room. Back Alfian scrunched his forehead. He smiles. He tried to imagine if the book belonged to a white-hooded girl. Mm-h...But he doesn't think so. The road to his house was a dead end that ended in the rice fields. The santri do occasionally come shopping to the store owned by his neighbor. Although the place is secluded, the shop is the only one that is most complete in the place.

"Just put the book on the table, son. Who knows tomorrow someone is looking for him." continued his mother after a moment of silence.

Alfian put the book back on the table. After that he got up and stepped towards his room.

Meanwhile. Emi was seen pacing back and forth in her room. Occasionally go out into the living room, checking the shelves by the bookshelves in the living room. The black bag that he always took to the boarding school he repeatedly checked, but something he was looking for did not meet.

"Emi, why are the books on this shelf so messy." His father's call came from the living room. Emi immediately went out to see her father.

"Repeat Well, Emi'll clean it up."

"What are you looking for until it all falls apart like this,"

"Arabic notebook Emi Ayah. Emi forgot to put it where. Don't-don't miss in the pesantren."

"Where do you know, you have a book. Remember that, but don't sleep too late. And remember, tidy up the book before you go to bed" said Mr. Marwan as he passed to his room.

Emi gave a short sigh. Sweat was flowing down his body. He searched for the book for an hour, and concluded it was not at home. It might be right to miss in the cabin or fall somewhere.

Emi stepped towards the bookshelf and started tidying it up.

After finishing tidying up the book in the living room, Emi stepped towards her room and directly threw her body on the bed.

Emi tried to close her eyes but still couldn't. He needs the book as his teaching material tomorrow morning. There were several HP numbers of his friends as well which he kept in the book.

Emi is trying to remember. Starting from leaving for the cottage this morning, to go home in the afternoon. But still he could not remember where he put the book.

Emi scrunched her forehead. Suddenly He smiled. Seen from his face, there is a bright spot related to the existence of his book.

He just remembered, this afternoon before returning to his home, he stopped by first at the village shop next door to buy glue gun and some sheets of manila paper. The book probably fell there. It was the only place he deserved to suspect. Little no, it could make his heart calm a little tonight.

The clock has shown at 11 p.m. Emi began to close her eyes and before long, her slitting voice sounded splitting the silent room.