An Inspiration From The Author
BETWEEN THE GUARD AND LITERATURE
...BETWEEN THE GUARD AND LITERATURE...
...THE SPACE OF MILLIONS OF IMAGINATION...
... The blue sky horizon began to stretch across the universe. Early in the morning the sunlight began to disappear, tickling between the windows. Little by little its sirna climb into all corners of objects that are in the space of millions of imaginations. Reaping the light among the recently passed with the away of the night wind....
... The millions of various inspirations (books) have dabbled and muttered, as if waiting for something to come that is not necessarily certainty. But certainly they have put great despair in this morning there will be one among a million people who greet him. Moreover, take it home to add insight nan experience. ...
...“Cringes. Cring. at 06:00 Cring. Kring. time to wake up!” ...
...The alarm clock of a loud clanging person adorns the silence. Attacking a groove at the corner of a room guard's wrist. With a heavy sparkle, his two eyelids opened. Started to see the existence around. Swerving toward the pedestal that had been swaying earlier, as if telling to get up and immediately carry out the obligation....
...A pile of work awaits. At this hour of the morning, a guard began to move the body cavities. To start the morning to face a neat job. Get up, take a morning shower, change clothes neatly, sweep, mop, wipe, open curtains, mop serve and many more are listed in the table of contents. For him, the activities that must be completed are snacks....
...Accustomed to circumstances, will be able to out of habit...
...SATURDAY MORNING AT THE CENTER...
...A 20-year-old man was cleaning up dust debris stuck in the window sky. With a circular kemucing stock on the right hand. Driven him down one by one the dirtiness aisles. Every now and then his eyeballs stared at the different living things that began to start his morning activities. Inwardly, the guards gave hope that on this sunny day more than yesterday. With his hands to his chest. ...
...A few minutes later, his head tried to turn towards the back. Right on the bookshelves. I stared at one of the yellow books. Smiling to himself as if he had just returned the smile of someone he had not seen for a long time....
...“Hi guards?” greeting the yellow book from a distance made the guard stunned....
...“Hi too cerpen.” Reply to the guard as short story. Yes, the yellow book does contain a collection of short stories....
...“May you always be given health and kindness by god.” Add it with a sentence filled with a prayer....
...“Amen.you too. May you continue to give birth to seeds of work that will always be remembered in every age and people love you more and more.” Reply again to the guard....
...Maybe every day, guards are used to communicating with a variety of books. I don't know if I say hello and greet each other. For him, he considered all books must have feelings like living beings. Especially lately, the suffering of the lack of interest in reading makes the guard increasingly worried about the fate of the nation in the future . Plus the guard is indeed a literary observer who is still not too familiar....
...For the past few months the yellow book has rarely been seen by guards read or just held by humans. Some people just go through when dealing with it. Ignoring without curiosity or knowing that he is the result of literary pens. Which is almost gone. But not all, thankfully there are still a small number of literary lovers who continue to blaze creating pens to prevent threats that can be evasive....
...Then the guard continues his activities by returning to an object called a cat....
...After cleaning the dust flakes, now his two laps sided with two objects; spray and wipe the glass to wipe until the window is completely clear. So that people out there don't think that this building is dead....
...At first glance the sound of the vehicle began to be heard in his eardrum. Passing through the coffers of the life they prioritize....
...For the second time the guard tried to raise his head back. Look closely at the blue-covered book in the yellow book. As usual, he would talk to her. And this time the guard started a conversation box on a blue book with a novel....
...“Hi novel?” the guard opened the conversation box with a smile that was always attached. Then the guard walked over to the book he had picked up. He put a cloth on his right hand and replaced it with a blue-covered book. On his left hand he put a spray....
...“Hi also” reply is as short as the greeting of the guard....
...He stared fixed then in the blow gusts of wind to any surface of the book to absorb dust that had long struggled....
...“I have one question for you novel?” said the guard in a low tone while then his left hand swept over the surface of the book in his grasp....
...“continue.”...
...“Hm. Do you ever feel about something that is usually present fills the emptiness of the heart. Then it suddenly disappeared, just inhaling. Feel life in this world empty, without inhabitants, like living alone.didnakkah?” ask the guard with the face starting to tangle....
...Silent moment. There's no sound. The guard tried to turn his eyes to the other bookshelf. Various kinds of books lined up neatly with the look of a beautiful cover in his possession. Slowly the eyes of the guard were empty, already starting to be lethargic about the feeling that for some reason could not be interpreted....
...“Because you must know novels. Because many know the feeling in the coral of the literati. Maybe it would be nice for me to ask and be able to straighten this heart.” Said the guard with a slightly sad eyes. ...
...“Not guards. You were wrong to ask me that. I'm not the right one to answer about the feeling. I'm just a prose piece made of powerful mind power and delusion. Try. I'm the keeper asking the poem. He will definitely answer because he is the source of all feelings.” Obviously long....
...After being able to understand the speech of the novel, immediately the guard went to the shelves of other books. Half a minute the guard struggled with the dusty book, he continued down one by one book until unconscious the book he was looking for was missed. Look for it again until the movement of his hands stopped in one book. His eyes were fixed on the green book with the caption of a poem. Then took....
...The guard did not directly ask. He tried to go page by page and read a poem that belonged to one of the literati....
...In the heart of the guard....
...That's right what my teacher said. Reading the poem gives it its own meaning. Since poetry stands, the meaning of each human being is different. To date, no one has been able to understand a poem in as much detail as possible, except the author....
...Close it back. Fine dust flakes are scattered. His left hand then tried to greet him....
...“Hi..” the keeper snapped because the poem first said hello....
...“Hi too.” Reply guard....
...“I already know the direction of your arrival guard.” Timpal...
...The guard was only silent, unmoved without a word....
...“About feeling. Same guard. I am like you too. Not even just my other literary friends also feel his name is lost. It is true, the days that previously disappeared are now no longer shining. A burning spirit, turning lazy that roared. It must have turned pale without passion. When you want to return something that has been inhaled with the strongest, but nil never achieved. Yes key ikhlaskan and make it a lesson.”...
...Silent again. Maybe the keeper got carried away by the flow of what the poem said....
...“Hm.. have we all equally lost” hoarse voice heard. Disperse every thought. The sound was sourced from a great book called literature....
...“But we can't just let our guard down. There are still many translucent alleys that we have not colonized. Not everything that's lost? The world is still lost by the sun of life. Work and keep berkaryalah” pause for a moment. All digest what the literary master says. Do not choose short stories, novels, poems, fairy tales, plays and other books also flinch....
...“You're a guard. Be thankful that we never lose our direction. Life in this world is full of puzzles so do not think narrowly. And full of verses –syair and gurindam that fence the space and place to the stepping stone. Remember. Row of dicksi continues to shade.” The next....
...The guard just resigned. In his brain involved all the assumptions that what the master of literature says is true. “losing is not everything”...
...After that, the guard returned all the objects to their original place. And then sitting near the doorway, where the guard should be on guard. Do not forget to turn on a line of motivational sentences from a writer on the face of the library door. If you want an education goto libray ‘if you want an education, go to library’ frank zappa....
...Imagination room 03-09-2021...
...BIONARASI...
...Nur Hasan is called HASAN or AHSAN. White man, madurese Javanese blaster, the hobby 2M 1o (writing, writing, reading) (sport) is derived from the city of Jember who now lives in a small village of millions of stories in Pamekasan Madura east Java. Born on 25th April 2004. Still active as students of ipa MA MAMBAUL ULUM BATA-BATA. If you want to familiar you can say hello at no wa 085236281802 and fb\ig san elqhoyry ...
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