(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 100

#Layla Najwa Fathurrohman

Returning to find the floor mat and also the roar of friends in the room, made me calm again.

Two days of attention. Two days with a lot of flavor coming out. Between happiness and disappointment. Two days that for me was quite emotionally draining and heartbreaking.

"Sir, is Nimas going to sleep?" ask Rayya

Today he suddenly intends to sleep in the room. Take a place beside me.

"You know what, but if you want to tell a story, I'm ready to listen" I replied with a smile.

Face blushed. Maybe she's embarrassed because I know her wish right now.

"Not sleepy, ma'am? I'll tell you how Najwa's sleeping."

"Hehehe... The origin story is fun. I will not fall asleep" I said.

I see my surroundings. All are already in the position of each mat. Some are engrossed in books while lying down. Some are still talking at length. Surely that, mbak Lisa and also his men. As usual, Lisa told me about the presence of her family this morning during the bazaar.

I never cared about it. It's none of my business and it's not important to me.

"So, mas bian stopped by my stand." Rayya.

He tilted his body until we were currently lying face to face.

"Anyone?" my many.

"Egypt. He's the one who brought mas bian."

Yes, Rayya has one older brother who also goes here. Good song Brother Rayya is good friends with mas bian_man whom he secretly loves.

"How do you want to? Don't tell me you're bumping in the back?!" guess me.

"At first yes. Embarrassed... Where to cheers with friends."

"Haha... He keeps free dong, your brother brought mas bian?"

"Son... Just order my food to give. I'm nganter. I also accompany them to eat."

I remember what happened this morning. I also had breakfast with Mas Albi and Mas Andre this morning in my stand tent. And somehow the news of papaya oseng cooked by the Albi mas this morning. Still have? Or was he thrown out, because no one ate?

Too bad, if I could have more control over my emotions. Surely I can taste the cuisine made by Albi mas earlier.

"Mr?! How to dream!"

I flinched because Rayya's hand passed in front of my eyes.

"Hehe, imagine how nervous you were then," my god.

"Goupe poll, mbak. Where's the bian mas in front of me. He is far away, the tree looks the eyes have made deg degan let alone earlier. Right in front of me!" Rayya was so enthusiastic about telling stories.

I understand what he feels. I have also felt. It's just that, now it's used to a sudden irregular heartbeat.

"What kind of conversation?" my many.

When talking to someone. If he wants to be heard first. We better get late with the story. At least if we can't feel what he feels, we just listen. Because denouncing or stealing the gap to change to be heard by him will make our friends disappointed.

"If Masku yes goda tok. Biasalah, sister brother. If it's a bian, he asks what's sold in our stand."

"Progress dong, can chat with mas bian."

"Yes, it's progress. I thought this morning I asked God to stop in time. Mas bian was good to talk to. He likes guyon (Joking) too."

"About an hour."

"Hmmm... That's old. You're the one who feels time runs fast."

"Yes, mom. Hehe... Is that really it? If we were the same people we love time would go faster?"

"It's not time. But it's just you who want to stay close to him."

"Hehe, yes yes ..."

"People who fall in love are like that. The world feels both, time runs out without rest. Let alone that, with his name alone is already a joy for mercy,"

"Yes mbak. Strange, sometimes if I remember again I was like a crazy person. How no? Lawong people in far away are ordinary, I prance around unclear. Which person doesn't know what we're doing anymore."

"Haha... " I just laughed hearing Rayya's expression.

"Where is mbak. Let Mas bian be my soul mate? Maybe not, huh? It's impossible, but I want to."

"Try sholawatin on."

"It has. Every time I see him I sholawat. But bian's still pretty ordinary with me."

"Well, maybe it's normal now. Maybe later, who knows the future. Who knows the scenario of Alloh, you and mas bian in a match. Do not stop hoping for God. Don't be the same as the biannya."

"Yes mbak. I'm with Gusti Alloh. Now in the same affection mas bian yes I accept. Keep as hard as I can until I reject the guy who shot me. For to me, the principle of a good man will be to have a good woman. Then, if I want to get a mas bian. I have to be able to adjust the level like him too. Well, even if it's not perfect. But I'm sure I can!"

The thing I like about Rayya is her optimism. He always gives positive energy to his dreams. The number of obstacles and trials he made to push forward.

He could have waited while looking for another. Playing with other men. But, in reality, he chose to be faithful. Though not necessarily his loyalty is answered beautifully. Everything was still very faint and nothing was seen. Rayya continued to be confident in her prayers.

I wish I could have optimism like Rayya. Maybe I won't do this. Maybe I can get what I want easier. The people I love, love me too. Even in a different way.

But all I didn't do. Because I'm more afraid of losing him. Because I was afraid that the love I had was taking her away from my life. I'm afraid the world will ask us not to see each other again.

"If we chase the butterfly it will take longer. But, if we make a flower garden. Butterflies will come by themselves." Rayya.

"Sip. The spirit!"

"Call me, ma'am. May my love story be avenged. May my prayers not only be lifted. But also translucent to lauful Mahfud."

"Amin amen.... It's best for you."

"Best according to my version yes mas bian. Mas bian tree. Don't want anything else!" Rayya still insisted. He flapped his hands up giving his spirit to himself. I can only laugh at his behavior.

"Oh yes mbak. What about masmu? He's here too, right? Everyone saw your mass Lo yesterday. Even earlier when the streets with him, a lot of talk about mas Albi." Rayya said suddenly.

"Oh, huh? What are they talking about?"

I hope they don't guess until they can make other problems.

I felt like we were the center of attention. I also heard their rumour. It's just, I'm not having a problem. For me when I was with Albi. Other people are not important.

"What are they talking about?" I asked Rayya again.

His face turned sullen and anxious.

"But don't be angry, huh?'' threaten her.

"Yes. What's?" I'm getting curious. Actually what other people saw and heard about me and albi.