(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 106

#Aryan Dharma

"Astaghfiullah!"

I am Elus of my breast because I know the figure that is coming.

"I almost fell asleep because I was waiting for the gap" Sarip said after being fully seen.

"Why are you here? I told you not to come!"

"Fear of why-why jokes. Kirain I want a duel! Jambaan,"

I snorted, in contrast to Gus Farhan who immediately laughed crisply.

"Yuk already, gus. Go back to the cottage," take Sarip.

I approve.

"I want to stop by first to warung mak Sri. If you still have time, come with me. Hungry..." Take Gus Farhan.

"I happen to be hungry too. Follow, Gus?" Sarip asked for my consent.

I'm nodding. I still want to talk a lot with Gus Farhan. About going to introduce him to Layla too. Even though I'll be hurt later. However, I will not withdraw my words.

The man to be held is his speech. Itung-it as a thank you for no longer making Layla as a security target.

We walked out of the warehouse area. The position of Mak Sri stalls is in the hut area. It's just that he's an outsider who happens to be in the position of his house squeezed into the cottage area.

Because of the cottage, the stall he built became one of the subscriptions of the santri. The cuisine there did not disappoint. Delicious and many dishes. Remarkably it can also be open non stop twenty-four hours.

At times like this stalls deserted. There are a few santri. It's just copying too.

"What do you want to eat?" Ask the service of the man who is keeping watch on the night shift.

"What's it?" ask Gus Farhan.

"Leave in default, fried rice and fried noodles, Gus."

"With what, Gus?" ask Gus Farhan.

"Just at once,"

"Kulo nasi goreng," said Sarip without being asked.

"Evenings two, fried rice one yes, Mas. Drink three coffees."

I approve. Coffee is santri. Almost all coffee lovers love coffee.

We chose to sit down Lesehan. While waiting for orders. Gus Farhan also offers fried foods that have been provided.

"On Najwa, may it be our secret." I said

"Actually it's no secret. There are some people who already know this as well. But they were silent" said Gus Farhan.

I suspect it's a handful of people who also like Layla. If you say he's actually a prima donna. But his indifferent attitude makes it not too much to talk about.

"Let. Origin doesn't make trouble for Layla."

Our order is coming. With the bismillah we began to devour the food.

"Absolute meeting with Layla. I'll think about it again. But for now, let him focus with his final exam. I won't bother you for a while either."

"Gus Dharma would help Gus Farhan to Pdkt on Layla,"

"Bottay introduce. I won't do more than that" I said.

"That's enough. The soul mate no one knows. It could be later Gus Dharma who became Layla's soul mate, but it could also be that she was my match," I stared cynically. Soar up and throw. That's Gus Farhan.

"It can also be my soul mate" Sarip said

"IMPOSSIBLE!!" I was joined by Gus Farhan.

Sontak made some eyes that were once solemn' with their conversation turned towards us.

Sarip to gaping does not also put his food into the mouth. His eyes turned to look at us both.

"You don't know the fate of Gusti Alloh." Said.

"Idiih, Loe said, I... Time of day, huh?" Syndir Sarip.

"You're jengkelin, Rip anyway. I just found out, Lo..." Gus Farhan commented while chewing his food.

"I feel like I'm gonna change Kodam" I said

"Don't, Gus... Forgive me. I won't do that anymore."

I'm not hatching. Keep eating my food.

"Haha... Kapok you, Rip. Ngangur you! Lost Baroque Gus, you." Gus Farhan added

"Kok nambahin, to Gus genengan. What am I, if it wasn't for the two of them,"

"That's not su'ul adzab!"

"Yes... Excuse me. Ck CK when it comes to Layla. Forgive me,"

"Eh, what did you call that?''

"Wrong, Najwa means,"

I strictly forbid Sarip to call Layla Layla Layla.

Gus Farhan. Our food is almost empty. Coffee is half a glass.

"We've been talking about a universal name ever since. Which is called not knowing what we are thinking, said Gus Farhan.

I saw the wall clock. It's been half a night. The santri left in this stall live santri salaf only. No one goes to formal school.

"Hand-thought, Gus. At least sleep well." My reply.

Remembering again, Layla's sweet face as she fell asleep. If I think back, I'm lucky to have seen him fall asleep several times. The first time was on the bus. When he leaned his head against the glass of the bus.

The first meeting that made me fall in love. If asked what it is first, then answer the eyes. Where there is no aling-aling between us. The first is a sudden heart beat that runs rampant without knowing why. First is Layla, who I don't know the end of but I made it all.

"By the way, the beginning of falling in love with Najwa was when, Gus?" ask Sarip to Gus Farhan.

I want to know his story too. If he thinks like he found Layla first rather than me.

I don't know where I was last time. Until I can not see if among the thousands of flowers in this boarding school there is a beautiful rose figure that I want to take full care of.

"Since he was MOS. I was president of OSIS."

"Gus Farhan first, Gus means. Jenengan is late," said Sarip.

"Not usually quiet?!" Threaten me.

"At first he was just like the other students. Nothing special. Until I accidentally heard a conversation between him and his friend Aisyah."

"Well, so Najwa and Aisyah have been friends for a long time? Quick, they're everywhere together,"

I asked Sarip to stop talking. He's like possessed by a female spirit tonight. Much talk. Where is unclear.

"Then, Layla already knows the genengan. Was it then that Genengan became the head of OSIS?"

"Well that's the difference between Najwa and Gus. I was less exposed. But he just didn't see. Even once ventured to be in front of him. But he is ordinary. There is no fear or hesitation or there is a fear of knowing. He considered me an ordinary santri. Ordinary people who are nobody." Gus Farhan.

"Initially, Layla was like that to me." My word.

"Maybe all men are like that, Najwa." Add Sarip.

If it's like that it's okay. But, how was his attitude with Andre. She looks comfortable with her brother's friend. Even joking and laughing.

"Of course, the more he's like that. It's getting me curious. And want to know, what kind of man she wants to make her husband later,"

"Then, try DM him. Ask, what is your priestly type, Najwa?" Sarip's Advice.

"Haha ... It's classic that way. If I'm going to go straight for gas! Sowans. Ask him to Abah yai."

"Feed it, Gus!" Sarip exclaimed by showing two thumbs of his hand.

There's a fear that Gus Farhan is so desperate. Moreover, baku could not do what Gus Farhan did. I really should think about it. Not only the heart, but also the obligations and some rights that I have to make sure first.