THE SMILE OF THE MOON
This time he had to think hard. Choose to accept or refuse...
Arriving at home, Emi took ablution water and immediately did the prayer. This time it looked so long. He looked very solemn' raising his hands up. His prayer today was none other than his conversation with Pak kiai. Between rejecting and accepting, both are difficult choices. If he later accepts, he feels unworthy to enter the big family kiai. Moreover, the prospective husband offered to her is an Egyptian graduate. Not comparable to him who is just a child truck driver. Even if I had to refuse, it made it even more difficult. Teaching in pesantren emphasizes obedience to the figure of the teacher. Moreover, the one who asked for it was a kiai.
He has not told his father or mother about the matter. And indeed he intended, not to tell them both about the matter. He wanted to consider his own good and bad. Also waiting for the fatwa from his heart.
After she finished praying, Emi folded her face back.
Before returning home, he had seen Ms. Ustadzah put something in her bag. At that time he just glanced at her from a distance. Emi just remembered it. It's like a white envelope. In a hurry he got up.
Emi immediately grabbed her black bag on the table. Immediately checked into the bag and right, he found a white envelope inside.
It's not money. Something inside the envelope felt hard. Emi grew curious and immediately opened the envelope.
A photo measuring five times four he took out of the envelope. With him there are sheets of paper that are neatly folded and apparently, there are also sheets of money tucked inside the folds of paper. After calculating it, the money amounted to one million rupiah.
Emi looked closely at the photo of a handsome man, with a thin beard and wearing a green robe in his hand. So good-looking. The girls who would see the photo, would definitely be envious if they knew Emi who would be betrothed to him. Really perfect guy. Starting from appearance, face, let alone religious knowledge. Of course, don't ask again. But strangely, he felt mediocre. Not even impressed at all. His heart seemed to refuse, even felt like trying to defeat the obedience that bound his heart.
After being satisfied to see the photo, Emi picked up the folded paper in the envelope.
"Son Emi. This mother included a photo of our son as consideration for Nak Emi. We also included our son's watsup number, if Nak Emi wants to call him someday. You ta'aruf first, if you are a match, God will meet you.
And I'm sorry, the one million we put in the envelope, not the bribe to get Nak Emi to accept our request. Consider it our tribute to the devotion of Nak Emi in the pesantren. Do not wear or return it."
"Subhanallah." Emi's wish when finished reading the letter. *******long which implies her concern of heart. Really a tough choice. He really has to think about it carefully. He must restate, asking the Creator for a choice.
"Emi, you've come home son" . I heard Marwan knocking on the door. "Have not eaten yet. If not, accompany your father to eat." Reciprocity.
Emi opens the door.
"Emi's been eating ma'am at the cottage. Say the same father, Emi can not accompany father to eat. Emi is tired of Mom" Emi said while pretending to yawn.
"Close his mouth with his hands if it is yawning, the devil will enter all. Yes, if you want to sleep. Don't wake up in the woods." Marwan said as he passed away leaving Emi.
Emi smiled as she poked her mother's back. After closing the door of her room, Emi immediately threw her body on her bed.