Because Me Santri's

05. GO BUY CEMENT.

This morning the weather was very cold. The air was so piercing, it went into the bone. I was on the terrace of the mosque. Along with some of the other students.

Although there are some other students, who are also still rolling blankets, in the dormitory. After the dhuha prayer and teaching.may be due to drowsiness and not caught by the manager.

I sat on the terrace of the mosque. Accompanied by Setiawan. Who is memorizing nadhoman tajwid. It looks very serious. Until now, no one has turned to me once in a while.

As for me, just scribbling an empty notebook, from now on. I continued to put my hands together, following the imagination that appeared in my head. Slowly but surely, the ink scratches continued to lead back and forth on the paper. Forming something in a written book that previously seemed empty.

Setiawan closes the book of Syifaul Jannah. The book of tajwid that he used. Kissed her. "Alhamdulillah, already memorized" he said happily. then I glanced. "Is it all over?" my question was flat, while putting down the bulpoin I was wearing.

"How is this... Kan, just starting to memorize. Yes, where it may be all directly." said Setiawan.

I grinned, patting him on the shoulder. "Yes, sorry. Who knows, they memorized everything. Could be'kan!" Setiawan raised his hand up. solemnly. "Amiin, pray it will be yes" he said as he rubbed his palms against his face.

"Antum makes a shit?" Tanya Setiawan glanced towards the book I scrawled. He looked intently at me, a book that had become an outlet of my imagination.

I just made a picture, a scene in the afternoon; Sanset. "No. Again a fad. It's just a matter of time, right" I replied. While covering the picture with my right arm.

"Lha, why cover up!" Exclaims

"Hehehe. Shame, this is just doodles, doang" I said slowly.

Setiawan shook his head. "How is this. Nice picture people like that!, said ugly. like doodles. Should be grateful" said Setiawan.

I lowered my gaze. I just got hit by a lightning strike, which was so big just now. Also bertubi. Setiawan's words reminded me with gratitude. To the almighty. Allah SWT.

I'm not very good at painting, and drawing. But at least I can be in that field. Many say if my image is 'good', 'could enter the contest', 'if the race wins'. And many more...

But I still don't believe in myself. It was as if all of that was just a shadow of my imagination, which I could not yet reach. But, the truth is I already have it inside myself. Yes, in my heart.

"Yes, in sukuri. But it's not as good as it might be. Just doang doodles" I said still do not believe. Setiawan smiled, putting the book into his bag. Then look at my face.

"And you know!, all have been created with their own shortcomings and advantages. The point between it must be grateful" said Setiawan softly.

"Yes... Alhamdullilah can picture, although not as good as possible" I said. Setiawan smiled widely. Satisfaction on his face. "Well, that's dong!, anta tahu'kan. If faith is divided into two, it is patient, and grateful." His word.

"Yes, yeah. I didn't think of it" I said, scratching my head.

Setiawan leaned his body against the wall of the mosque. He looks tired. I looked towards him. Feeling confused with him. It's still morning. Masa' loyo. Should be spirit. Thought instantly.

"Why are you?, why aren't you excited. Though just now you are very excited" asked me who does not understand.

Setiawan glanced at me, occasionally. A faint smile on his lips appeared. "Ana's tired... Want to rest" he replied in a soft tone.

"Capek why?"

"Ana just now.... It was malem-,"

"You're both busy!" Said Shiddiq, who suddenly came. And cut off the conversation I and Setiwan had.

Simultaneously. Me and the faithful shook their heads. Without a word spoken. "Why are you two?, I'm asking you seriously!" Shiddiq, who sat with us.

I salute him, for his discipline and decisiveness. That was also what made him in the lift into a cottage manager

"Huss, you two did it anyway. Just like diem!" Ask Faiq once more. Me and Setiawan just shrugged their shoulders.

The atmosphere became quiet....

Moments later....

Setiawan smiled at Shiddiq. Then take a deep breath. "Anta forgetfulness just now!" Said Setiawan casually. Shiddiq still did not understand Setiawan's intentions. "Ana?, what is forgetfulness?" Shiddiq asked back.

"No, ana also forgot" said Setiawan with a big smile. I smiled a little, like I understood what Setiawan was going to say.  But Shiddiq is different, he seems not to understand the intent of his friend's words.

"It's forgetfulness to say!"

"Say what.... Just say yes" said Shiddiq urged.

"Assalamu alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu. Yes, that's forgetfulness" Setiawan said with a greeting.

"Wa alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatu" I said along with Shiddiq, answering greetings.

"Yes, I'm forgetful, thanks for being nervous. You see I was in a hurry, there was a need.." I saw his face that seemed to be hiding something, making my curiosity arise. "In a hurry to napapain?" Askaqua.

Shiddiq looked towards his watch. His face looks very unsettled. "Anu.. was I.." Shiddiq answered stammeringly. "Anu... What?, some more to sambet ya" said Setiawan meledek.

"Not that. The cement was finished" he exclaimed.

"Ha, done. Who do you eat cement with?, anta!" Setiawan asked with a blink of his eyes.

"Great it could end. Means here a lot of doyan cement dong, tomorrow pesenin a lot of cement aja!" connect me while holding back laughter.

"Nwort... That's not what I mean" Shiddiq patted my arm and Setiwan simultaneously. "Lha keep what?" Ask me to be clearer.

"So I was told to buy 10 bags of cement, but I fell asleep. Keep waking up already a bit to the gini groan." Shiddiq said.

I feel like I can't believe people I know have high discipline. Sometimes there is also a teledor.

"Hey you two. Want to come with me to buy cement?, if you want me to love.." Shiddiq not finished talking. I immediately moved from my seat. Like a superhiro who was about to save the city from his enemies quickly. Without thinking.

"Come on, let's go!" Excited while pulling Shiddiq's wrist. He then stood up, looking at me in wonder. "I'm so excited, I haven't finished talking." Shiddiq Sela

I glanced at Setiawan. "Wan, aren't you coming?, ntar nyesel.." at first glance he looked at me, then stood up. "Who said ana didn't come, yeah. It must be darling dongg. If in vain" said Setiawan.

Setiawan and I pulled Shiddiq's hand. With a small run towards the gate of the cottage. I don't care what he says. It is possible that Setiawan also thinks the same. The point is I want to also go out of the cottage, even if only to accompany buying something.

"Entar first, I haven't finished talking!" Shiddiq cried who continued to be pulled by me and Setiawan.

"No permission first, ntar you are punished you know!, besides I have not taken the money to buy cement" said Shiddiq who made me with Setiawan stop pulling it.