(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 103

#Aryan Dharma

"Gus Farhan?!" Greetings when I meet him at one of the gazebos next to the pool.

Looked at the tension from me. Santri who was with Farhan immediately took the initiative to leave. Farhan seemed to understand, he only nodded as his friend left himself with me.

"What's up, Gus? Where's tumben?" ask Farhan. He invited me to sit in the gazebo.

I threw my face away for a moment. He did not know my purpose at all or was testing my patience.

"I don't want to talk, Gus. It's a matter of the children you're looking for in court." I said directly.

Farhan smiled. From his face I could see if he understood the direction of my conversation.

"It's magrib, Gus. We go to the mosque first." Take slowly. He got up from his seat and shifted his body to the edge. Without waiting for long she had already put on her sandals.

"There's still five minutes. We're talking about this now?!'' I said while looking at him. I don't want to buy time.

"We're going to the mosque too, Gus. If we postpone it, we'll be makmum masmuk later."

"Don't test my patience, Gus?! We talk and don't run away from the problem!"

"Do we not have to be patient, Gus. Be patient with what the provisions of Allah are sometimes not in accordance with what we expect. Patience, with something beautiful but we cannot get. And be patient, when someone blatantly corners us in getting what we want."

"Whatchu mean? Don't convolve!"

"What's my entry? I'm just explaining. I'm not telling you."

One thing I don't like is meeting people whose way of talking isn't straightforward. He was quibbling, but he was taking advantage of the situation. Makes the atmosphere runyam and uncontrollable.

What does he want to try?

"What is your goal, Gus Farhan? Why did you make Layla a security target?!"

I'm straight to the point of the matter.

"Lilary... Who is Gus?" farhan asked pretently not knowing who I meant.

"Don't pretend not to know. If I run out of patience I can do anything no one else can imagine?!" Threaten me.

"Dharma Gus?!" Shouted Sarip. He was already at the doorway to the fish pond. Walk quickly towards me.

"A prince who has never escaped scrutiny. Two things make it that way. He can't take care of himself and secondly he can't stand on his own." Farhan.

"Don't talk!" I'm losing patience. I would have stuck him, but my hand was held by Sarip.

"Assynoltom... It's been Adhan," Farhan said with a dismissive smile. He walked away leaving us both.

"Hi! We're not done!" I'm chasing his steps. Obstructed him.

"Later at eleven o'clock tonight. He's behind the shed of this cottage." He said with a serious look.

"We're going there" Sarip said.

He held back my impatient hand to grab the handsome Farhan.

"Assynoltom..." Hail Farhan

Adzan magrib has just finished. I scooped my face that I felt hot and dizzy incomparable. My chest rumbled violently because it was holding back the anger that I could not let go of.

"Take a breath first, gus ..."

I did what Sarip said. I took a deep breath and slowly let go.

"At least we already know, the target is not just Najwa. But so are we, Gus." Sarip.

I'm nodding. Sarip is right, Farhan's main goal is not just Layla. But also me.

We have been compared so often. But I never offered that. Because basically, we are different and have nothing in common that should be debated.

Farhan, it's actually good. He's a capable Gus. Reliable and can be considered the warlord of this hut. His name is a warlord must be fierce.

There's a lot of Gus here. But rarely would anyone want to occupy the throne of government in the cottage. They intend to study without frills. If they are needed, they are ready, immediately become Kodam. Only a few Gus were made managers, and one of them was Farhan. He's in the security section.

From the side of Dhalem directly chose him. For having honesty and also violence in dedicated. Let alone arguing with someone, the proverb of masa'il he libas alone.

If it's true that Albi's not Layla's brother. That means I'm on the wrong side. I'm supporting the shethan in doing obedience.

What should I do, Ya Alloh?

On the other hand I don't want Layla to be stricken. On the other hand, I also don't want to betray the rules of the lodge?

This time Layla was in big trouble. If I don't answer this question, Layla will be divided. In less than a week he's in for a national exam. The graduation determination exam. And I don't want him to fall for this kind of emotionally draining problem.

"We worship first, Gus." Sarip patted me on the shoulder.

I'm nodding. Once again I rubbed my face rough. Then walk away from the fish pond area followed by Sarip in the back walk.

Pray for this Jama'ah I will ask for directions. What I should do. What I choose later.

In the deepest depths, there were scratches that suddenly came. The shadow of Layla and Mas Albi's togetherness kept spinning in my mind. I saw exactly how they treated each other.

Therefore, their behavior is different from brother and sister brother brotherhood in general. If the brotherhood is harder to express its affection. While between Mas Albi and Layla, both are very visible showing his affection.

More stabbing is when I look with my own eyes. Mas Albi accompanied Layla in front of the bathroom as they were just playing on the beach. Layla who always walked by the side with her brother's hand. Look at Layla who has never been distracted when there is a mas Albi. And of course, a comfortable hug while Albi was holding Layla towards the room.

Is it true that they only have brotherhood or even more?

Am I loving the wrong girl? Is my perception of Layla so high. Until the moment of disgrace is seen by my eyes I feel betrayed?

"Gus, don't think too much about it ... Remember Najwa is still a nobody, a genie (you)." Sarip.

We're in front of ablution. Queering in front of a row of other santri who also want to wudhu.

I want to refute Sarip, but the timing is not right. That will leave a lot of eyes and ears on our chatter later.

I'm taking wudhu. I washed my face and other limbs as required by the witch hunks. Then I read the prayer specifically. Not just to give sanctity to the ablution I just did. But I also wish my heart would be washed holy.

I went back to see Farhan. He was already inside the mosque. It was in the front shof, already solemn' with the Qur'an in his hand.

I was in line with the man who was looking for fault with me. The one who might make me the antagonist of his life. But by the power of Allah, our hearts are equally attached to Allah alone. We ask the same creator. And we ask for the same thing.

As a human treasure and throne can be different, but in the presence of Allaah SWT. All equally.