THE SMILE OF THE MOON
it turned out to be true, the white-hooded girl was the owner of the book

Alfian put his ears on carefully. There was another female voice he heard talking to his mother outside the house. The familiar and familiar voice in his ears. He felt he had heard that voice. The sound made him even more curious. Alfian slid towards the window. Open the window curtain.

From inside his room, he saw his mother sitting with a woman in a blue headscarf. There was a warm conversation between the two. And it looks like his mother looks familiar with that woman. It was a pity that he could not look at her carefully, for the mother and the woman were sitting on their backs to his room.

"For a moment, son. I'm gonna go get the book inside." The woman looks to nod. Alfian hoped, The woman turned her face just a little so that she could see.

Alfian's mother is seen rising from her seat and stepping into the house. Alfian still couldn't look closely. The woman still did not look. But when viewed from the shape of the girl's body, the woman seemed to remind him of someone. And sure enough, when her mother came back out and handed her a book, she turned around.

Alfian silently held his breath. It turns out that the woman sitting with her mother is a white-hooded girl, although today she wears a blue veil. It turns out that the owner of the name Emi Widja Yanti written in the book, is a white hooded girl, who is now in front of her house. What dreams did he have last night until the arrival of his girlfriend. It was like he was pretending to be out exposing himself, but he was only downcast when he realized, he was not a normal young man like other youths. He also did not have a handsome face to make two eyes look at each other with interest.

The girl was seen kissing her mother's hand. Shortly after, the girl left. Alfian continued to look at the girl's body from behind the window glass until the girl's figure disappeared.

Alfian crying. He began to regret his past. I regret why the accident happened to him. The person who hit him has not been arrested until now to account for his actions. At least give him a little restitution to fix his face and legs.

But nevermind. He felt no need to regret what had happened. He felt like he complained too often. Too often weep and mourn his life. He had forgotten God, the only place to complain and ask. If He willed, the world would be a speck of dirt at the tip of a nail. It is good now he ablution, dhuha prayer and pray for all his wishes. God knows what is best for his servant. God knows when to give. All the misfortunes that happened to test the strength of His servant's faith. And the Lord, will not inflict a calamity beyond the limits of His servant's ability.

Alfian. After pondering for a while, he seemed to have rediscovered his strength as well as his great expectations. He should have Emi Widja Yanti. God will help him through the piety and prayers offered by Istiqomah.

Alfian smiled and stepped outside the house. He looked at his mother. It seemed he was so tired after cleaning the leaves scattered in the yard. Alfian approached his mother and sat down beside her. Slowly he began to massage his mother's back.

"Tumben didn't go to his friend's house. Usually early in the morning it's gone from home." Said his mother while glancing towards Alfian. Alfian did not answer. He smiled as he looked far to the end of the road.