(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 105

#Aryan Dharma

There is nothing more beautiful than the love placed upon the human heart.

The sudden pulse affords a new scent in every pull of the lips. The steps that arrive are light because our goal is someone who makes a flower garden suddenly in the heart.

I even read in a book written by Lora Ibrahim of Bangkala, the Notebook of Tarim.

He wrote a story about when he filled out a seminar at one of the Egyptian universities. Someone asked Habib Ali, "How does Habib look at a girl's love for a man? And how do we avoid someone who likes to play with the feelings of others?"

Then Habib answered with a story that contained the question of someone who asked, "Is love halal or haram?" He replied, "Love is obligatory. Love is the duty of the heart. Wh why? Because a man who has no love is not a man."

At that time, perhaps the human mind heard this, suggesting that what he meant was love for God.

But it turns out they are wrong, precisely what he means is the love of a man to a girl and vice versa.

In spite of it all, love is something very noble. Who can deny love? It would not even be able to reach Allah if he never felt love.

There was a young man who asked Shaykh Muhammad, one of the Muftis of the Syrian Hama. Asking how, the way to get closer to Allah?

Then the Shaykh asked the young man, "His whole life have you ever loved someone?"

The young man was shocked and felt that the question was wrong. Then the young man replied, if he never loved someone.

And what the Shaykh said, "Then go home. Because this path can never be taken can be someone whose heart is not accustomed to love,"

"I won't prevent any of your decisions about Layla. If he is guilty, I will not defend him. However, remember one thing Gus Farhan, that we can sometimes only see without knowing the cause. That we can sometimes only hear without knowing the certainty of the problem. How to love people is different, but one thing I think is the same. That the true loves he will fully believe." I said while putting my finger on his shoulder.

Gus Farhan was astonished by what I said. I don't know what he's thinking now.

Every problem is complicated if it involves the heart. However, with a conscience, strange problems can be avoided.

"Kulo, envy Gus kaleh genengan (I envy you)."

"Iri in what way? Aren't we the same?"

"Jengan can be close to Najwa While I, in view only no."

I'm silent. His heart is certainly at this moment. Expecting something sometimes brings deep wounds. Not knowing how much hope it was, that surely his injuries would not be ordinary.

"Freedom calls him Layla. Jenengan can be one room with Layla. Jenengan can be together, laugh and even ever give chocolate to her. While I, just looking at it from a distance has made my heart dag dug duh no koruan. I never had the guts to be present in front of him. Though it could, maybe his eyes didn't find my presence."

I'm choked. All this time I was jealous of Mas Albi for Andre who could freely be beside Layla. But, without me knowing there was someone who also wanted my position.

"You want, I know Layla?" Suddenly the question just came up. For pity is a feeling that I also understand.

Gus Farhan stared in disbelief?

"But our promise is to compete fairly. After all, we don't know who Layla's soul mate is either."

"I can also call her Layla?" tanyanya enthusiastic.

I pulled my eyebrows up. Wonder. Because the look of his face that was dull now began to find the light.

"Well... Pend. Whether he allows it or not."

"That's because Ning Nada introduced her as Layla instead of Najwa. First of all, I was confused who to call."

"Oh... Ning Nada is close with Najwa?"

"It's not the same as Layla but the same as the Albinya."

"Loh, seriously? What is there a relationship? Ning Nada wants to be betrothed to her brother?"

I immediately shook my head. Sontak made Gus Farhan who was initially excited again dim.

"Then?" tannya

"Not the same as the ning Nadanya. But, Salwa. Mas Albi it, his friend Ning Nada in the cottage first."

"Oh.... Alhamdulillah! So I don't think about it anymore,"

"Want it, don't rush it! Layla and Mas Albi real sisters. Maybe not a brother. Albi loved Layla. But, just love brother to his sister." I said. Even though I doubt it, too. But I want my heart to admit that.

"Whose brother Najwa was with yesterday?"

That must be Andre.

"Say, he was also their brother. I asked that directly to Mas Albi." I said.

It was true that Albi said that. Until I finally know the truth, if Andre is only a friend of Albi's. They're not brothers.

I wouldn't say that to Gus Farhan. Maybe what I'm covering up for now could help cover up Layla's disgrace a little.

"If that is the truth. I'm relieved. Thankfully, having a discussion about this issue with the genengan is indeed true. I guess I'll duel with a puddle,"

"Not wrong? It wasn't you who fought the duel earlier,"

"No. It was Gus Dharma who had come in a rage earlier. I'm just a fucking henchman."

"Anything, bitch! Aye!"

"Minds are only for those who feel. If you don't feel like you won't think that's satire."

"Obviously it was a sneer. Don't you fucking freak out!"

"Not stopping. That reality!''

Cretek...

We were silent when the sound of a tree branch broke. The night is getting quieter. The mood suddenly gripped. The wind that suddenly blew slowly, was now firmer than usual.

Gus Farhan and I looked at each other. The tree in the story holds a female figure looks creepy with swaying leaves shady.

"Gus, do you feel what I feel?" ask Gus Farhan.

I nodded slowly. We're already standing. Still trying to find calm. But the sudden sound of steps was clearly heard making our hair more and more standing.

Have we come of another soul?