THE SMILE OF THE MOON
Like being struck by lightning, Emi was so shocked to hear Mr. Kiai's request

The fat woman, who was also the wife of Pak Kiai, sat next to Mr. Kiai. In his hands were three plastic jars filled with cookies of various shapes. He thrust it towards Emi. Emi is curious. He still did not understand what Kiai meant to call him to his house.

"Mom, has the food prepared?", Don't give Nak Emi to go home first. We'll have lunch together" said Mr. Kiai.

Hearing that Emi was getting shocked. He wanted to refuse, but his mouth was like a tight duct tape.

"Yes, son Emi is now how old if you can know," said ma ustadzah trying to dilute the stiffness Emi.

"Twenty-five years Ma'am," Emi replied in a raucous voice.

"Pantes, son Emi looks very mature. Nak Emi's face is also maternal. I can guess, Emi's son is a feature of women who love the same family."

"Amin Ma'am." Emi smiled a little. His face was flushed with embarrassment.

"Look at Emi." Mr. Kiai turned off his cigarette butts that were still emitting smoke inside the ashtray.

"You must be wondering why you called here. Look, I want to tell you a little bit. Hopefully you won't get tired of hearing it," said Mr. Kiai with a smile looking at Emi. Emi could only reply with a smile.

"Father had a son who was still in college in Egypt. One more year God willing, the lecture is finished. He wants, after finishing college directly continue his S2 there. But the father personally wants him to go home and get married first. Oya so forget, the name of the father's son Mohammad Alqof. He's 2 years older than Nak Emi."

Mr. Kiai stopped his conversation. He returned to smoke a cigarette. Emi scrunched her forehead rather deeply. Looks like he's starting to guess the direction of Pak kiai's conversation. His heart is beating faster.

"Mr is indeed the first time this saw Nak Emi. The rest about Nak Emi, we get from the Juwariyah ustadzah story.

But honestly, even though I just saw Nak Emi, but I'm prejudiced, Nak Emi is a good girl. A girl who is God willing has a strong religious foundation. It is proven that Nak Emi is very interested in things that are religious. We just want our son to marry a good woman, who will help him raise this boarding school."

"Father, Son Emi has begun to understand the purpose of calling you here. Now the decision is in the hands of Emi. What is clear, I personally really want Nak Emi to be your son-in-law. No need to answer now. There's plenty of time, but don't be too late. You need to present this matter to your son." Emi nodded slowly. He really could not believe what he had just heard from Pak kiai's mouth. Marriage is a problem that is never discussed at all. Although she is now at the age of twenty-five, she does not have a target to get married. He still wants to study religion to increase his knowledge at this time.

And suddenly now, he had to face a leader of the boarding school where he studied. He couldn't chimed in like he did with his father and mother when teasing him about marriage. If you have to refuse, in what way.

Hp in Emi's shirt pocket rings. He was silent and did not dare to lift it, until Pak kiai told him to.

"Assalamualaikum Yeah. Emi was still in the hut..," before continuing her words Pak Kiai asked Emi to give up her HP.

" Assalamualaikum Sir. I am Mr. Abdul Rozak from the Nurul Iman boarding school." Mr. Kiai smiled with a self-identification.

For a moment Mr. Kiai was silent waiting for an answer from Emi's father.

"Astaghfirullah, sorry Mr. Kiai. I don't think it was Mr. Kiai, sorry Mr. Kiai." There was a voice apologizing Mr. Marwan from across the street.

"I should be the one to apologize sir. Emi should have come home an hour ago. But there is something to talk about a little about pesantren. So Emi's son we had to hold on first." Kiai Rozak fixed his sitting position.

"Ow it's okay Mr. Kiai. Then continued Mr. Kiai. Assalamualaikum warah matulli wabarakatuh."

Mr. Kiai handed the phone back to Emi. Emi glanced towards her phone. The connection has been severed. Emi put her HP back in her pocket.

"Let's go Emi, help me prepare the food in the kitchen. Keep us eating first, and Emi's coming home." Emi could not refuse and immediately followed slowly Pak Kiai's wife.