(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 45

*Muhammad Qois Albifardzan*

That night I found himself suddenly rushing into my room. Layla knocked on the door of the room hard, so that I who was going to sleep immediately rose from my bed.

"Mas!" He called me until my eardrum buzzed.

"What's up, Nduk?" I asked half irritatedly, opening the door to the half-room. I must be tangled up right now. It's midnight. I was just working on my thesis, and I was going to bed because tomorrow I had to go to college in the morning, and the afternoon was to take her back to the cottage.

"Tomorrow, don't send me to the cottage. I'm with the group." Say

The eyes that had been a quarter were now immediately completely slanted. Is he delirious?

"Why suddenly? Never mind, Nduk I'll take you tomorrow. Yes, I'm going to sleep first." My speech.

But he immediately put on his sour face. It made me know that he wasn't joking.

I looked at him fixedly, tracing his perfectly conscious bead of eyes.

"Why all of a sudden?" ask me. I stepped into the room. Open the room door wide. Without me asking him to come into my room and sit at my desk. There was still a laptop that I had left lying around, and also a book that I had been making references to. I saw him open the book, reading the back cover. The annual desire about books always makes him disturbed to immediately find out the contents of the book.

I laid my body tilted, facing her who was still focused with the thick book titled 'No heaven.

The book does tickle the annual desire a little because of its title. But apparently, the content was enough to make me stunned. Because in the book it explains if heaven will exist in this world. When all die, heaven will be built in this world. Many things if we are not careful will make faith in the heart waver. I got the book from the public library on campus.

"Mother?" call me.

"Hmmm..." He replied with deheman. The book was successful in getting him interested in reading it. He began to go through the table of contents, and opened the page he wanted to read.

"Why do you suddenly want to join the group? Are you bosen in interracial? Are you starting to feel good?" my many. I began to lay my body on my back, looking at the ceiling of the room with a cross to two hands to be a cushion.

But the question I did not get an answer. I lyrics he began to sink into the thick book, his eyes did not get tired of every word in the book. Sheet by sheet he started back, and then he read it again.

This time my drowsiness can't be contained anymore. While lying down like this I feel the joints in my body begin to relax, and ready to get rations to rest.

I went back to lying on my side, looking at the figure of my sister sitting at my desk. This time he's already turned on the little light of my study table. It turned out that the book had made him forget his purpose to art. Never mind, I can ask you that tomorrow.

My eyes are no longer strong. Many times, I tried to open but suddenly did not feel asleep as well. Layla was still ignoring me, and she put her feet on the chair she was sitting on. She grew even more beautiful when seriously reading like that, her eyes radiating into a vast curiosity. The light was dim, making my eyes focused on his face only.

My eyes kept staring at him, until I felt nothing. The dream world started waving for me to greet.

I woke up when the alarm clock went off. I just had a dream, now I have to wake up again.

My eyes still want to be closed, but I feel drowsiness to give me time to meet the creator. While I was still twitching my eyes faintly I saw a figure that was still sitting on top of my study chair.

"Astaghfirullah, Layla." My drowsiness immediately disappeared after finding Layla who was still in her original position. The thick book he read earlier is now turning profession as a pillow of his head. While my study table, became the focus of his body.

I put a thick blanket over his chest. Nurturing his hand slowly, so that he returns soundly in his mind.

I don't know what time he fell asleep. Therefore, I first fell asleep unconsciously.

After seeing her sleep comfortably, I got up from my seat. Towards the bathroom, refresh myself with a cold wind that instantly brings freshness to my body.

When I came out of the bathroom, I still saw Layla fall asleep. His body curled up hugging the bolster, the soft object made his sleep more soundly.

After I changed clothes and sarongs, I got a prayer mat and started to perform evening prayers. Four rakaat tahajud prayer, four more rakaat for hajat prayer, the last I cover with two rakaat tasbih prayer. I was used to performing the prayer of the witir after ba'diyah Isya'.

The wall clock shows at 04:15, I just finished my epic ritual. After that I began to ponder every praise and prayer of prosperity for the prophet, the Guardians of Allah, the Masyayikhs did not forget the parents and family. Then I asked for what I wished for.

Although Alloh already knows what I want, but still I put my hand. The existence of my powerlessness over anything if it is without HIS permission.

My mouth called out the name of the figure lying on the bed. Wishing every good, and a passion for what he struggles. Asking for happiness that I can't live with. Begging for a fortune I might not be able to make. All about him, I want to tell you. Because that's all I can do right now.

I looked at that face inside. I don't know why I'm making my heart so peaceful. Maybe it's because I'm used to it, maybe it's him that I'm using as a soul tranquilizer. I don't know what it will be like when I have to go further apart with him. He was growing up, gradually starting to want to run around without looking out.

What makes you want to go home alone to the cottage? Is my comfort now fading and boring him? Until finally he began to sulk looking for something new comfort.

The morning air begins to seep in, penetrating the pores. Even though my window was closed and my AC was extinguished, but the door was still open. It was all because there was his figure who suddenly fell asleep just like that here.

Dreerttt Dreerttt Dreeettt

The phone on the nightstand showed its vibration. Signs if a message is in. Who's sending messages this early? Is the dawn prayer fifteen minutes away? Or maybe it's important, to require contacting as early as this?

I immediately rose from the top of the prayer mat that had become my seat. Walk round past the front of the bed, and towards that square-shaped flat object.

The screen went out again. The sign is only once the message comes. I immediately checked the motivation, and my smile expanded as I looked at the name listed above my motivation.

*Salv*

[These heartbreaks suddenly pulled over, remembering the self that was on another figure in this hemisphere. Could it be, he was also humming like me at the moment? Calling my name in the third of the night, and also asking for the pleasure of his passion?]

She's a sweet, poetic girl. Just yesterday I copied Salwa's number from Layla's phone. Sending a short message, saying if I was Mas from Layla, Albifardzan. He immediately stuffed me with many words of love. I don't know, how arrogant I am if I don't immediately welcome an angel as beautiful as her. Moreover, she was a daughter of a priyayi.

I'm not gonna play with his feelings. Just reaching out for his introductions. But in fact now, he even welcomed my arrival with joy beyond the taste that had just met.

He's still as unstable as Layla. Not yet understanding true love, still exploring every inch of her teenage years. Full of taste, and likes that may have just been embedded in his life.

I tap on one smile emoticon to reply to his writing. That's enough to reveal that I'm okay.

Tarhim's voice resounded, I looked again Layla was still the same as her position. Perhaps the overtime he did last night left him unable to hear the dawn tarhim's cry. I couldn't wake him up either. I finally left it. It has become a habit, the morning worshipers in the mosque I never left.