Project : Alterization
Chapter 11's
"Can't you know my name?" I'm amazed. My hand was still held tightly by him since the handshake.
"Hey!" he was bluffing suddenly. His gaze was still cold, but he finally turned his head towards me. Now his eyes are looking at me sharply. I was tense, shuddering occasionally in horror. It was as if he was going to do something sadistic to me.
"Look easy time. Who doesn't know the same guy named Rajev? Santri who often write on a folding table, while curled up on the outskirts of the mosque. That thing stands out!" Suddenly his expression changed. His nature and character seemed to revolve a hundred and eighty degrees. My first impression of him was instantly shattered. He's not weird anymore. But, super duper mega duper freak! Just look, he's smiling to himself. I was like a hard-hearted person.
"Haha kidding. Originally, Ana was told Tsari just now." He patted me on the shoulder as if we had been familiar for a long time.
"Ooh.." I just followed the flow of the conversation. At that time the original time was baqo' to read the Quran, instead I used to talk to him. It turns out he was an easy person to get along with. The longer I talked to him, the more I understood that one afternoon the three of us were sitting next to each other in the front shock. From the words he uttered through his mouth. A topic of conversation that no longer rotates on its axis. If discussed, there will be no end. It's not wrong anymore. She is Wibu! Anime Lovers...
He said he had loved to write since the third grade of Junior High in the previous school, before entering this boarding school. Because he is a graduate of IL or Santri-santri who just applied for High School here so he must take one-year language classes, then he has been in this field for four years. I am nothing compared to him. He claimed to have filled four large books of fifty sheets with his writings. But when I asked him where the four books were, he replied that they were all gone. All this is due to the irregular room displacement system correctly during the pandemic. So that the movement of goods becomes inefficient, and many santri goods are lost because of it. But he just casually replied. "If you want, you just write again" he said.
Day by day passed. I don't know why, lately I have found a lot of students who like to write. Apparently, the santri who likes to write in my generation is not just me and the two people. I found some other people who either just started writing or have liked to write a long time ago like me. Maybe there are already many people who like to write in this pesantren. It's just that I'm too closed off that I don't know about it. Even now, Tsari had also started writing her first story. One man, three people, five people. I think, the amount is enough if you want to create a small writing forum in this pesantren.
Wouldn't it be better if we got together and wrote together for the same purpose? Would not the result of a work done together be greater than if done by each? Rather than always writing by yourself, right? That's what I thought at the time. As a result, a golden inspiration appeared in my head.
"I want to make an organization write." A new desire arose in my heart. However, I do not intend to realize it directly this year. Because I'm still first class who are like chicks when compared to them seniors. So I thought, maybe when I was third grade just starting this organization. Besides, I won't have any control as long as I'm still in first grade.
Day by day, I became more and more familiar with him. We talked about a lot of things. He also told me about fast writing techniques, plotting, and how to choose character names simply and easily. Like;
"Ente tau nah, how ana determine the name of the character?" ask Rois Khalid.
"Gor. How was?"
"For example, Ana again saw something. The Quran, for example. Just cut it a little. Korqur. Got a name for a character, right? Haha..."
"Can that be it?" I'm less interested.
Even so, as familiar as I am with him, still cannot defeat his familiarity with Tsari. He will be a different person if he interacts with Tsari. For example, pinching his cheeks, stroking his round head, hiding his hunchback and others. Even he himself once said, that he considers Tsari as his own sister. I applaud hearing that. Yeah, I know. Tsari's cheeks are indeed chubby. Don't miss it too, dong. So danger. Cerems.
"Bikin the organization wrote yuk!" bring him. All of a sudden I was reminded of an idea that popped into my mind a few days ago. Suddenly Rois Khalid also said it. Either we're like-minded or how, but it's all in line with what I planned. Without hesitation, I answered.
"Gass!" she smiled happily at my response.
"When you want to create an organization, what should you do? Speaking directly to the ustadznya?" my many.
"Yes.if you know ana must make a proposal for the establishment of the organization, anyway. But, as deep as ana became the head of the table tennis organization (ATTF) so far, ana never made it so. Mostly like the background, goals, vision-mission, proker, and the name of the organization." he replied.
"Well, Rois is ATTF chairman? After that, the head of the organization wrote this who dong?"
"Yes, ana too. Hehehe." he said with a proud expression.
"Cih, how greedy he is." My inner. I kind of don't like his nature like that. However, what is my power that is only a first-class brat. I wouldn't be able to form this organization without her help. Since this is an opportunity, I have to put a mask behind my face for a while.
"But what's his name?" chirps Tsari. "Hmm... forum of novel writers? (FPPN)?" rois Khalid gave his opinion.
"It looks like it's not. Too simplistic. After all, would Ustadz approve if his name was like that? Read a novel can't." My timpal. "Okay, then... Al Irsyad Literacy Council (MLA)?"
"Released to MLA. Maymu'ah next to dong?" I refused it again. Because, there are other organizations that happen to also have the abbreviation MLA (Majma' Lughoh Arabiyah).
"Yaudah, Al Irsyad Sastra Club!"
"Same is mah. So ASC dong? The Al Irsyad Swimming Club. Our activities even become swimming later..why not find a different name anyway?" my protest.
"Yes, anyways. Hihi.." he's just grinning.
The night of naming it ended without making any decision.