THE SMILE OF THE MOON
Emi was still thinking about who was watching her from the floor

Was there really anyone watching him from the floor of the old building? Every day, both when going home and going to school at the boarding school. Lately, he felt that someone was watching him. Sometimes he was afraid, but he always calmed down. The distance between the old building and the boarding school is not too far away. If something happens to him, or someone wants to do evil, he yaqin his screams can still be heard to the boarding school. Emi shuddered as she gazed for a bit longer towards the level of that building. Angker and creepy. The old building is worth fearing. The former office building of a factory, which has been abandoned for years, looks haunted standing on the side of the road. Blackened moss on the walls of the building, further adding to the spooky impression. Around the building is full of vines, weeds and bushes. If not the bad boys, who might be drinking, or maybe the burglars who are in hiding waiting for the night, it was impossible for any sane person to be willing to hide in that place except with a certain intent. Or maybe the figure he saw at a glance yesterday was a homeless man who had no place to live.

Uh,"

Emi sighing. There's nothing he should be afraid of. As long as he believes God is always with him, nothing will harm him. Emi straightened her legs on the bed. The few books he had finished reading, he gathered them back on his bedside table. After yawning a few times, he closed his eyes. A moment later, he was already asleep in his sleep.

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The night is getting late. The occasional wind blows, lulling the inhabitants of the night in his deep sleep. The sound of wind in the leaves of the tree is heard occasionally disperse the silence of the night. Nature is silent in her long dhikr.

* * *

Morning they. Its bright white light glittered in the dew-spires at the end of the foliage. The sounds of sparrows in the branches of the trees boisterously fluttering around.

Alfian was already in the old building early in the morning. The usual answer he always gave when his mother asked him where he was going, this time he had to be replaced. He didn't want his mother to suspect him and follow him. But strangely, today his mother said nothing but to be careful on the road. And he doesn't want to linger at home. He should leave immediately. In a moment, the white-hooded girl will pass by and she will not miss a second without seeing the charm of the girl.

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Alfian smiled. Like he was scolding himself.

Ah, doing what he was doing this time every morning and evening, indeed felt futile. Hiding constantly behind the window without knowing when it will end, making Alfian sometimes ponder. Started to think that what he was doing was something that had absolutely no benefit. How many pages of poetry had he written and threw out the window of the old building, hoping that only one was picked up by the white-hooded girl. But the result is nil. If the girl had found him, she would have been looking for him. If comparing himself with Qais the Majnun, of course it was very different. Qais and Layla are lovers who love each other. Qais turned crazy because of the human-created gap. And he himself? He is a lover in a dark room. Unseen but only admiring. And it was more painful than what Qais felt.

Alfian bent his body. He smiles. The girl was seen at the end of the building. Slowly Alfian raised his head. As much as possible he hid his body behind a torn sack that covered half the window. He didn't want to happen yesterday afternoon, when the girl almost caught him happening again.

Alfian's breath was seen going up and down. His heart's getting faster. The look in his eyes along with his mouth that gaped was flabbergasted. He looked completely amazed at the beauty of the white-hooded girl, who was slowly getting closer from his sight. Her gentle face was like emitting tenderness from within her heart. Self-piety that radiates throughout his rhino.

Alfian held his breath. Slowly he dragged his head down. The girl looked back at the window where she was hiding. As happened yesterday. "Could he see me?" Alfian muttered fretfully. For a moment Alfian did not dare to raise his head. He nodded without daring to move his body. He was afraid that the girl was still waiting and staring at the window.

Alfian crawled slowly on the floor. The sheet of paper on which he wrote the poem was torn. He then took out a small stone that was piled up in front of him. Piles of stones, which he deliberately collected to deliver the poem he wrote every night. The poems he had written were what he always threw towards the road, hoping that later there would be one of the pages of the poem found the white-hooded girl.

And he felt, it was time. He won't wait for the girl to walk far. He was sure the girl was still there and would eventually find her poetry. He just wanted the girl to know, there was someone who admired him. An ugly person who wants to reach for the moon but his hands are not up.

With his eyes closed, Alfian threw him out. Alfian's heart was racing. For a long time the atmosphere felt so quiet. Alfian raised his head. From the light of his eyes, it seemed that once the twinkling was filled with hope, The girl had already found the sheet she had thrown.