(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 46

After a fight I finally gave up. He has issued a surrender without handing over to me. He said yes, but his heart remained silent.

"Yes, wes lek Layla wants to join the group, yes. Tomorrow you also have a morning lecture, not even a revision of your thesis he said." Father said when I had succeeded in persuading Layla. But he immediately shuffled away carrying the dongkol towards his room.

I breathe weakly. If you've said that, what is my power? I randomized my hair as an outlet for my annoyance.

"Tersaret. Nyerah albi!" I'm upset.

Dad seems to feel sorry for me too. He immediately left me, headed to Layla's room to give her some news, if she managed to get permission to go back alone with the entourage.

A few minutes passed. Layla took her suitcase and luggage out. She was dressed up, ready to go home. Alma mater's coat is on his left hand. The other hand was busy dragging the suitcase to the front porch. I was stunned, because it was still noon. I don't know when he'll be picked up by the troupe. He just said he would come back with them. I'll just deliver it to the Muktamar Hall.

"Come, Mas!" Exclaims.

"Where? So back with me?" ask me. Perhaps he had completely collapsed, and had abandoned his intention to join the group.

"To the muktamar, lah. The bus from Trenggalek has arrived, he said." The answer.

I saw the wall clock. It's still half three. We usually leave at this hour. Apparently, he will also be leaving at this time.

Mom and Dad also took the delivery. The two of them are actually also worried, but stubborn Layla, makes him willing to let go of his favorite daughter to go home alone.

"Where's your phone?" ask me.

"Why? Who's number again?!" He said it was as if I was a thief who had been caught off guard.

"Ck. I'm just asking for your phone. I won't take anyone's number anymore. Then I'll get to the cottage. I'll take it now." Answer me with annoyance.

Ever since I found out I copied Salwa's number on my phone. He immediately changed drastically. I don't like it when I tinker with his stuff. As if I was going to take something from him again.

It makes me suspicious. Is it true, he is having someone dear, until his cellphone he approached not immediately he offered. Could it also be, his current departure because there is someone who offers him comfort and security, so he immediately agreed?

"Where?" I asked for the phone that he had been protecting behind his hand.

"Later. If I'm going to leave, I'll give it to you. Now come on, go!" Reply refused.

My suspicions are growing increasingly eager to uncover soon. However, the flat object continued to be kept tightly in his protection. During the trip, he played his phone. Tapping a few times on the screen, sending a few messages, no matter who.

The car entered the gate of Lirboyo's cottage. Showing some rows of buses that are ready for departure.

My gaze circulated looking for a figure who was looking at Layla. Maybe I can catch the wet figure that made my sister choose to go with him rather than with me.

But none of them looked suspicious. Even my view captures Dharma talking to her peers.

"Dharma?!" I shouted out while waving my hand. There was a slight sense of relief when he saw that there was a troupe with Layla.

I immediately approached Dharma because he was just returning my hand without wanting to see me. When she found out I was approaching her, she left her friends behind.

"Busy, huh?'' ask me while extending my hand. He shook while giving a smile.

Somewhat hesitant to ask for help again with Dharma. He seems to be busy with his friends. Would he take my duty to look after Layla for a while. If she wanted to, it might be because of Nada's request, who was the daughter of her kya. But right now, who am I? We just got to know each other, not too deep.

Under the pretext of wanting to introduce my parents, I invited him to meet with my father and mother. Surely they are also happy to meet the generous Dharma. Through yesterday's cooking, success makes us happy.

First he felt awkward. But in fact, he was able to adjust to our family. He is polite and respectful.

At that time I also stated my intention to take care of Layla. But I mean that, doesn't make Layla happy. He insisted he wanted to walk alone. It is captured by the Dharma. He had agreed, but Layla arrogantly refused.

Dharma says, if he doesn't want to force. If so, and if not, that's okay.

Finally I continued to explain to Layla, if she does not want to be in Dharma care, then I will deliver it.

That's a choice he needs to consider. I'm fine myself, if I have to go home late at night, if he chooses to leave with me.

"I myself. There's no Mas Albi, or that kang!" Ketus answer.

"Same massage, Mom. If it wasn't for you, just think of it as Mas!" i firmly.

Why his stubbornness can not be removed at all. I had to beat him until he realized. Know taste? He I snapped, I felt the pain. My heart was shabby when suddenly he was silent without an answer.

A slap of words that I rarely get into. After that, he stepped towards his father and mother. Sign if he chooses to go with the entourage, and agree to the Dharma that will protect.

I took Dharma to take us to the bus and tell him where he would sit.

Dharma died with Layla shortly after her friend took her away. There was still a little time before his departure. I apologize profusely for my snaps, and for my rude words. I'm sure it's all for his own good.

"Yes, Mas. I understand, but I don't like that guy." Reveal it.

I looked at the window, which Layla meant Dharma. For some reason, his dislike of the Dharma even made my heart crumple as if there was an unclear fear.

There are not many stories that first hate and then love. It might have happened to Layla. Dharma is the perfect man.

"You mean, I'll like the Dharma kang?" layla asked full of question marks, her eyes staring at me fixedly. The question came after I said if it was possible, he would like Dharma later. Layla herself at that time never thought what her feelings would be like?But still, whose human heart does it have?

It was like looking for something from my eyes. Confidence in my words, or maybe my sudden statement. In terms of likes and dislikes, we rarely talk about that. But this time, I suddenly felt the figure in front of me at this moment going away.

"According to Mas, would I like someone like him?" Layla asked the same thing again. I'm stunned.

"Then what kind of person would you like, Layla?" ask me back.

Layla was speechless as she rolled her eyeballs. He seemed to be imagining the figure he wanted to describe.

"In my head there's only Mas Albi. No one else" he replied with a funny grin.

It makes me laugh right away. His smile could instantly make me melt, and relieve my anxiety.