Through the library door I opened

I met the crowds covered by the rules of the library

not camera, not food, keep calm

they are silent, they dig information

they are silent, guarding oral

they are silent, reading life

they tried to fit warmly in the blanket

I walked through the thousands of books I passed

I touch the selection book with my index finger

I specify where to read it

I sat in the corner of the library

air conditioning machine right above me

Beside me, a woman is busy with tasks on her laptop

I open a book called Better life with action

the work of syafii efendi

with a hundred and thirty-three pages thick

I made a compass as a new clue

I learned the experience

without the need to experience it from a very long process