(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 104

#Aryan Dharma

Half-time eleven at night. I've come to a place where Farhan wants to.

Behind this large building of wheat and some other harvests I stood alone. I asked Sarip not to interfere in this matter. I don't want to involve anyone either.

Not because I was offended by his words. But I am keeping that not many people know about this problem.

Two camps that have the same power will lose their honor when the two who used to look fine are at odds just because of women. I'm not ashamed to defend Layla. My disappointment in this harsh reality cannot melt my love for her, the slightest thing. I even want to take care of him more.

Tonight the moon is dim. His usual radiance of being the luminaries of the stars was now lost without certainty. Perhaps he was covered in black clouds or indeed the earth was turning its face away from the moon.

Befriended yellow lights that turn on dead life does not make me to switch away. Even the cold that usually zigzags the body, suddenly cannot freeze the guts.

After a while I became quiet friends. There are footsteps. I looked at the direction of the voice that still looked dark and had not revealed the figure that was walking towards me.

Until the yellow light managed to highlight his presence.

"Gus Dharma, Gus. You came first, apparently,"

Farhan, he's coming alone. I look behind him again. But I found a void.

"Vaaikuma.alam..." My reply.

Without a pinta battery he sat next to me. Bamboo chairs measuring 75 x 150 became our seat.

Silent. Friction of leaves at night sounds terrible. The wind that blows slowly as if hinting not to disturb the shady trees that are currently a place for the invisible creature of God.

Rarely do people come to this area. Almost never even. Many during the harvest season. No one dared to stay until midnight. Because of the rumors that circulated there was a woman with long hair who often displayed her form on top of a large tree that was currently five meters away from where we are now.

"By not being afraid here, Gus?" asked Farhan suddenly.

Maybe he feels the same way about me. It was as if his eyes were lurking for both of us. As if there is a form that smiles happy for our existence.

''Afraid of what?" I still can't hide my annoyance. My tone remained indifferent and immediately invited a duel.

Farhan raised a smile. Then remove the cigarette and also the match benzene.

"Monggo, Gus." Bargainly

"No. Thanks,"

"Male if not smoking less afdol, Gus."

"But that doesn't mean he lost his soul."

"Cigarettes just wait for marriage, yes Gus. More stable and will not run out."

"Ck. Watch your words."

I'm a normal guy. But as much as I can I don't let my mind run rampant imagining something I shouldn't yet see.

"Why, Gus. It's natural to talk about that, right. We just like the same girl. Imagine it would be the same."

"Get me talking, Gus! I don't like you thinking negatively about Layla!"

"Women who cannot keep their distance from the opposite sex. He's not worth fighting for,"

I wanted to punch the man in front of me. He quibbles if he loves Layla. But, he casually insulted the person he loved.

"If you cannot fight. Let me fight for him. You can let her go,"

"Why Gus Dharma still wants to fight for him. Though already know, if Najwa at all never saw the genengan (You),"

"The problem is not seen or seen. But there's a problem in the chest."

Gus Farhat. He laughed at what I just said.

"Has the gene already become Majnun, Gus. Is she Layla, as you would expect. Shouldn't genengan not be selfish in choosing a partner. Because the woman you will choose will certainly bring the next generation. The throne of government built by a large family of genengan depends on you and your partner later. Of course, the woman must be trusted as the mother of the successor to the struggle in the pesantren. Not a typical woman like, Najwa."

I smiled lightly.

"Then, if your thinking is like that. Why do you still want him too, Gus Farhan?''

"I guess, she deserves such a genie thought. Even I once Sowan on kyai Ahmad in Wonosobo. About how Najwa, and he said if he is a radiance of sincerity in the struggle of religious and religious shia'ar, like Sayyidah Fajar,"

I kept quiet, letting him continue.

"He is worthy of a noble task as Aisyah bintu Abu bakar, who was part of the scientific relay of Prophet Muhammad with thousands of narrated hadiths. That's why, I'm increasingly convinced that later he can be the successor to the pesantren breed pioneered by Abah and Umi,"

I was amazed by Gus Farhan's thought. He was so full of hope with Layla. He comes to Kyai to see Layla's future. How Layla and her ability to carry out tasks that not all ordinary women are willing to do.

Hearing Gus Farhan's story, instead of being disappointed I became convinced. If Layla is worth fighting for. He deserves the throne of the pesantren kingdom in the future. Although still uncertain, in the pesantren kingdom where she will become queen later.

"Hope for Layla is very high, Gus. I even planned to ask her when she was after school. I also asked my parents for their blessing. Hopefully, with their ridho I can be launched to get the girl I love and hope for Abah and Umi's daughter-in-law. But as it turned out, that hope faded instantly as I saw him walking with a man who was not his muhrim. He even walked without another woman. He was flanked by two men who clearly looked at him passionately. I'm disgusted to see it all!"

I'm silent. I also feel that too. But at that time I didn't think too much about it. Because I have complete trust in Layla. As Gus Reyhan, he was made to perfection. Until a one-time mistake makes him assume Layla has no self-esteem anymore.

Ku Hela took a long breath. I'm starting to worry. Should I empathize or stick with Layla?

"This, KK Najwa." Gus Farhan brought out a paper that had folded very small. From the folds, I knew he didn't want to lose the paper. He looked after her until he was afraid that others would find her.

I open the paper wide with that square line. I read in detail. I was so surprised to find out that Mas Albi is not Layla's older brother. He's the foster son of his parents.

The dear face of Albi that he appeared to Layla and vice versa, nurtured in memory.

"The deep disappointment that made me want to teach him a lesson." Said Gus Farhan. He threw away his cigarette. Then with a frustrated face he rubbed his face to the nape of the back.

I thought I was going to have a fight with Gus Farhan. But apparently, he was wanting to pour out a bundle in his heart.

The worry that I used to feel is gone.

"Honestly, I just found out about this. However, do you have the heart to see the woman we love suffer for your complaint? Is not it when we love someone that we must also accept their flaws?"

"Didn't the genie hurt to know this fact?" Now he asked with a slight squeal.

I didn't answer directly. We copy the stare.

"I'm disappointed. Same asyou. Albi is the foster child of Layla's parents. We can't just come to punish them for a habit they've been doing for a long time. I believe, Layla knows the limits. Right now we are nobody, who can ban let alone curb Layla. Who he's free to be with, let alone his foster brother."

Farhan did not flinch. He seemed to want to hear my opinion.

"We don't know what his family's story is. We also don't know what the family's obstacles why taking Albi mas as Layla's sister. It could be that mas Albi is Layla's cousin and due to problems with her family, she was adopted by Layla's parents to be Layla's sister."

"Although a cousin, the mas could marry Layla," denied Gus Farhan.

There was a twinkling in his chest when he said that. Again, the memory of Albi riding Layla into a room in eastern Dhalem is soul-seating.

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