Because Me Santri's

03. TILTED PECI

I went to the library, with a small run. The library is outside the dormitory. Makes me have to get permission first, to the manager. The gatekeeper. "Yes, can... But not for long" said the gatekeeper. "Alhamdullilah, thank you" I said, saluting, then hurried away.

Actually I'm lazy to do this, have to admit wrongdoing, then keep asking in the law. I think that's the opposite. Not Wahid's consciousness, of his duty, as a manager. It is I who should remind him and what his duty is...

"So he's doing it in the bus. Read books? studying? or else busy!" My grunts in my heart.

Not long after...

I arrived at the front door of the library. The door opened slightly, marking if there was anyone inside.

"Assalamu aleikum" . I saluted him, pushing the door. Go into the library. Upon entering, I saw a man sitting, half lying on a table, behind me. It's not wrong, he's Wahid. I was alone in the library this afternoon, I thought.

The library looks very quiet. Only Wahid, alone. Not the clock in the library. The library guard is no longer guarding. His task was over, along with the completion of school hours at the cottage.

"God" timpalku. Wahid, however, did not reply, even turning occasionally towards me. "Who to?, ....It's busy!" My toot. Wahid remained silent, not responding. Is he too serious!, to the point of ignoring me. Thought.

I waited for a few minutes. Manun still has no change. I became more and more curious about Wahid. I approached him, I saw him fixedly... Turns out he's asleep. No response at all.

"Oh... Sleep!, yes pantesan no fuss. Also in tunguin, not nongol-nongol" I murmured slowly. Wahid fell asleep at the table, half lying down. It's a thick book. Under his head.

I saw her looking cute, while sleeping. Although actually Wahid's face, fierce and sinister. But the difference was very clear when he was asleep. His mouth was agape, on top of that thick book. Fortunately, no liquid came out of his mouth. Leavens.

The thick book, which Wahid uses for the pedestal, is like no stranger to me. The thick book is like I've seen it before. My curiosity has arisen. "This book... I'm not wrong anymore." I said in my heart. Finally, I decided, with my initiative, to take it.

Slowly, but surely. I finally managed to retrieve the thick book. Without having to wake Wahid, who was fast asleep. Apparently true! That thick book, is the one I've read before.

The thick book I was holding, right now. Is a book that tells about the biography of one of the figures of the country, Indonesia. The famous. And has a big influence. This is a biography of a man named; Abdurrahman Wahid. Son of Kyai Wahid Hasim. Or better known as 'Gus Dur'.

I read a biography about Gus Dur. Even if it doesn't reach the end of the book. I think the story of his journey is "Amazing". Although there's not much I remember. Sticky in my head. But, it still exists even though only a few are attached.

I'm planning to wake Wahid. Who was asleep, whether he was dreaming what? After I read some books about Gus Dur's biography back. The one titled Tilted Peci. This is! Also to buy time.

"Astagfirullah" I said reflex.

When I was opening the Leaning Peci book sheet with fun. I did not expect! A hand snatched. Pounced on the thick book I was reading and enjoyed it quickly. Until it surprised me so much. Half-hanging, like a scared person in a horror movie.

It was Wahid's right hand. I was surprised, and I was astonished. One minute ago, I noticed. Still asleep fast. And suddenly pounced on the thick book. Did he wake up?, ....Ah, that's really it. I did not wake up. I thought with a feeling of wonder.

I brought up the book of the Leaning Peci. In line with my face. Which he still clutches.

The thick book covered my face. Blocking me directly with Wahid. The one with the creepy face. I don't dare, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid... I'm just worried that he'll misunderstand.

Slowly the right hand, the gripping Wahid, began to weaken. Then he fell on the table. Pretty strong, like a jolt.

I took down a little thick book, which covered my face. Looking at it, with a peek from behind the thick book. "real... He's just tanggau."  I said with a feeling of relief. If only he had woken up. Saw me take the book. I can't be sure what's going to happen next.... In such a condition.

Ten minutes have passed. I finished reading a few dozen pages. The Leaning Peci Book. My memory is back up. Stored in the core memory. This biography of Gus Dus. "So this first. Udah want magrib, also not yet njai preparation." said I while putting the book Peci Angled. Next to Wahid, who was asleep.

I turned around, walked away to the exit. A few steps, I stopped feeling like something was wrong.

I'm trying to remember something. Maybe there is forgetfulness?, I patted the forehead. "Astagfirullah". It's true, I forgot! Even to the point of not realizing it. If my purpose in coming to the library was to find Wahid, to get him to be punished, because he was late at dawn. Also late to enter the mosque when going to pray Friday.

Arriving at the library, I was forgetful of my purpose. Too fun to read the book Peci Angled. Until I forget Wahid, my friend.

Duh is so bad. Gini has forgotten. Especially the bigger thing, it could be no curiosity at all, I thought