(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 64

# Layla Najwa Fathurrohman

{Alloh, if my love for him was a mistake. Why did YOU wake up majestic in my heart to her?}

"Try to check he-pe Mas. Maybe there's a signal." I said.

Mas Albi raked in his hape again.

The screen has already turned on the incoming call. Mom and dad called. Straight away, Mas Albi picked up and gave it to me.

"Assalamualaikum, Mom, Dad?!" Exciting enthusiastic.

Sangking missinya, sangking happy to be able to meet face to face with him both. For a long time, we did not meet. Especially now Mas Albi often go to the cottage alone. Because maybe the health of the father is also a bet.

"Waaikumsalam, Healthy Nduk?" ask Dad.

"Alhamdulillah, be healthy Well. Same Dad as Healthy Mom?"

"Thank God, be healthy all at home. Where are you, tho?"

"Again in class, Mom. Out of the Rain, Kebleleteng is here."

Kebeleteng is a Javanese language that hints that we are caught in the rain and requires us to stop somewhere.

"Well, it's worth not being able to call since then,"

"Norgh, buk. Nembe wonten signal (Yes, Buk. Just got a signal)," said Mas Albi

Both of our parents were beards. Signs understand.

"Udah eat?Your mother cooked oseng kates today," Dad said

"Eco is so niku (so nice), want to!" Whiney.

One of the vegetables I like. Oseng papaya combined with tempe-cut small pothonh, forming a rectangle.

"Your mom, you're leaving at dawn. Not yet mateng (not finished cooking) vegetables so can not bring you. I forgot you liked it, "reply mom.

"Jatuk o in gawak ne Layla yes, Buk. In kawit bengi cooking (Know that, brought to Layla ya Buk. In the cook last night)," said the father.

"Lali, sir. Mboten lightness blas (Forgot sir. Not to remember at all)," Mother replied.

I chuckle. They even argue themselves.

"Yellow, mboten npo-npo. Layla ke takumbas ne teng mriki.(Already, it's okay. I'll buy Layla here)," Mas Albi interceded.

"There is?" ask Dad

"Aren't you, Nduk?" ask Mas Albi

"Don't know me, Mom" I replied, shrugging both shoulders.

"Ngggeh mengke cobi tak padosne riyen. Lek mboten wonten, maem sak wonten Ndak papa ta, Nduk (Yes later try to find first. If there's nothing, then is it okay to eat, Nduk)?"

I grinned while, "It's okay." My answer.

I just want to, not really want to. But my family has been fussing about it. Simple happiness when the desire is in joking, can be immediately appreciated by loved ones.

Talk back to another topic. We both exchanged voices asking questions from our parents. Sometimes we laugh when one of us makes a joke.

"You won't have to go home right away, Bi. Just stay there for a day, it's okay. Pity your body, wear it later." Mom suddenly said

"But where are you going, Mom?" much

"Yes in the sideburner room, tho. Usually, too, right?"

If Mas Albi alone might be okay, but Mas Andre how? Is he capable of sleeping barefoot like we used to?

"Yes, Bi. You look for lodging, around the cottage. Usually if there is a haul pas, which provides lodging," said Father.

"But now no longer haul. Easy, if the matter of Andre later can be handled." The Mas Albi.

"Where is Andrey now? How come you two are?'' ask Mother.

"Sama Mas Albi, told under aja, ma'am. I can't go upstairs" I replied.

"La, where are you now, tho?" ask mother.

"In Layla's class," I replied.

I took the cell phone from Mas Albi's hand and passed the phone around the classroom. Show me the whole classroom.

They never knew how my study room had been. Only through photos. The time of taking the report is always placed in the ground floor class only. Because it is impossible to make parents difficult to go up to the third floor.

"Oh...Ja. Yeah..." I saw Mom and Dad looking at the screen I was showing. Amazed it turns out my class is elegant not inferior to the school out there. Even more luxurious because every class in the facility with a projector screen and also tv every class there is a DVD. Every teacher has a laptop for their own learning.

Deliberately not a class that is given a laptop, just in case the lessons do not overlap and the files can be separate. After all, it will make students want to take turns using each other.

"If it's gone, hurry down again. I want to talk to Andre too, pity him if you tell him to stay down alone" said Dad.

Me and Albi laughed. I don't know how Mas Andre is right now. But he also felt right down there. If he does come, he can also catch up with us. Especially when the rain starts to break. Or maybe he was indeed carrying out the decree from Mas Albi to guard Salwa and his concubines?

The call ended after we got many other messages and tips.

"Yes, it's Nduk. Go, go!" Take the Albi

I took my backpack. Then we left class. I also brought a jacket for Andre. I can't forget, let alone let it go.

Just now we were going down the stairs Andre saw from the intersection of the stairs.

"It was very, very short of ideas by the way" said Mas Andre

I frowned. Albi did the same. We don't understand what he means.

"What idea, Dre?" ask Mas Albi

"Yes, arrest the two girls earlier, tho. I had earlier invited them to talk, so that the atmosphere was not tense," replied Mas Andre.

"Yes, why is it so hard. Just in this dayin, ntar also turned alone. They must have known it too!" Mas Albi

I chuckle. So it's true, that Mas Andre is guarding the three of them. By trying to get them to talk and comfort them in the rain. Very nice of him.

But get to the bottom floor. I have not found Salwa and her concubines. Where'd they? Isn't Mas Albi's jacket still on Salwa's back?

"My jacket, are they still carrying?" ask Mas Albi to Andre.

"Yes. Yes, no heart, if you ask directly. Let it be, lawong is just a jacket," replied Mas Andre

What Salwa did. Very presumptuous he brought a jacket Mas Albi, what does it mean try? Let them meet again like that? I'm not gonna let him. As long as Mas Albi doesn't show interest I won't give him a chance to get into Mas Albi's life.

"Later, let me ask you" I said

"Ok, alright," replied Mas Albi.

Honestly, I haven't studied. I really don't want to understand. For the earth also does not understand why the rain fell without definite news. When and how he began to come and die down, the earth never took part in the process.

And so is my heart at this moment. When and how the taste exists, it is present without giving cues. And right now I'm just doing my job as a loving person. That'sthat's all.