(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 107

#Aryan Dharma

About the peace of the soul. I don't have it completely yet. But if it's destiny, I'm ready to understand.

After that night, Farhan and I were no longer in conflict. We greeted each other and looked familiar together. What used to be just looking at each other, is now starting to joke.

That joke is alive. We should have drowned each other, because we have one woman we want to fight for. Well, maybe that's the great thing about Alloh, the great thing about falling in love with Layla. People who are supposed to be in conflict turn to unite. Because we are treated the same. Because we have the same taste. And with that, we exchanged stories.

ما رأيت بخيلا منح حبا، فالحب دائما ينبت من أكف الكرماء.

I have never seen a miser give love, for love always grows out of the palm of the benefactor's hand.

Today Layla will begin her final school exams. I'm not gonna make him myself. I will ask Alloh to provide convenience. I have also given alms to some santri for this tirakat. Reading my page is a stab to Layla.

No. I told anyone, what special wishes I wanted. Just asking prayer for everything I want can be fulfilled immediately.

I also have to take care of the hearts of those who want Layla as well. Though in my heart I thrashed to let everyone know that I had fought so much for his happiness, his success.

"Assynoltom, Gus.... Ngapunten disturb." Sarip again bothered me.

I who was about to die the book must depend on his presence.

"The gene in the padosi Ning Nada (You're in search of Ning Nada)," said Sarip

"So long?" I just don't believe it.

It's ten o'clock at night. The cottage activity is just over. What did Ning Nada call me for?

"Excite..."

I'm footjawing. I closed the book of Fathul Mu'in which I had opened wide for me to dive into its contents.

"Ck. What's up, Rip?" much

"less to know. Just go there. He's in the gazebo in front of Ndalem."

"I'm not good. Ning Nada often calls me. Where are the gini nights,"

"Council, Gus ... I'm just delivering."

"Tell me I'm asleep, gih. Sick again, taking medication. Cooking such a reason doesn't work."

"Roof... Not Gus. I don't want to lie."

"Once, Rip. It's okay,"

"With is okay. My how?''

"Ck. You are, you cannot be relied upon!"

I got up from my seat. Carry the book and put it on our shelf on top of the closet.

I made a brief appearance before I actually left the room. Sarip did not come, he used to freely sleep without interruption.

Arriving in front of Dhalem I found Ning Nada was right in the gazebo. He was alone, leaning with the Qur'an he had placed on his chest. His eyes were closed, his mouth was reading the Surah of the Qur'an.

When I was closer I could only recognize what surah he was reading. Surah Yusuf's.

"The address, Ning." My salutations.

Her eyes opened, her lips were attracted after her eyes saw my presence. His feet he please.

"Vaaikumsalam, Kang. Here," he replied while pointing at the gazebo in front of him.

I'm sungkan. He is in there abah yai who is pursuing the book. Uh, I'm the santri instead spending time alone with his daughter.

"Congolously, Ning... It looks the same, Abah," I said honestly.

Ning Nada looked towards the main door that planted Abah yai.

"It's okay. Why suddenly stare? You're usually the same as Abah." Said.

When did I get used to Abah? Even so it is because of the context in the matter of the cottage or the like. Not talking to his daughter.

"What's up, to?" I opened up clarity immediately.

"Can be the same santri princess, Ning. It's the same with me."

I'm still standing. Not heeding Ning Nada's wish for me to sit in front of her.

Not just Abah yai. Some santri are also still many who mill around in front of Ndalem.

Fear of a no-no slander. Moreover, some time after the bazaar many people were rumoring if me and Ning Nada would be betrothed. News from where is it? Want to resist the fear of making Ning Nada's good name ugly. If I keep quiet, it seems to agree with that opinion.

"Want to talk to you. I need you," he said.

I scratched my nape. What I'm doing now.

"What's wrong, to?" ask again.

I finally sat down. Make my sandals as a seat. Bending my knees, while facing towards Ning Nada.

He still hasn't answered. Even staring long. I don't know what he's looking for.

"What do you think of the story of Joseph and Zulaikha?"

I nodded both of my eyebrows. While ber'Ha'.

"I mean how? In what trouble?"

"Yes, the way Zulaikha loved Joseph. How do you think?"

I don't know what's wrong with him. There are more people who can answer that question better than me. Example Abah.

"Zulaikha's love, wrong." I finally said.

"Coconsiderate?" Asked, I saw shock at Ning Nada's self.

"Early wrong. For he loved Joseph out of lust. Especially at that time, he already had a partner."

"But after that Zulaikha repented. Finally, Zulaicha received Joseph."

"Indeed right. It happened, after many events and many lessons Zulaikha had received. It was the process that made Zulaikha conscious. If the way he loved Joseph was wrong."

"But, in the end, they were fools as well."

I'm nodding. We both know that story. Even elementary school children have memorized it. So what is he looking for from that?

"Kang Dharma, if there is a woman who loves you secretly and she is older than you, would you accept it?"

"Well?!" I was stunned for a moment. Look at what I just heard.

"Yes, if a woman older than you likes you. Are you accepting?'' Ning Nada repeated her question. He asked very carefully, even with eyes that look out.

"Many like me, Ning. Even Mom-emak is the same as me. Hehehe.

"Haha... I serious? Can you accept a woman older than you?''

I justify my sitting. Puffing, then breathing again.

"depends. If the woman is not too old, it may be discussed. But, if it's the mother yes I don't think again directly nolaklah. Haha..."

"So you want to be with a woman older than you?'' The question this time is more detailed.

"Depends on the situation, Ning. No one knows a soul mate. If my soul mate is older than me, that's okay. But I ask him not to be very old."

Ning Nada laughed. I also laughed.

"I can guide him later. It can make him better. Older in age can still be discussed. But, if old in terms of science, I resigned. Though he may be younger."

"Loh, Why? Isn't it better?"

"Good according to some. If I don't. Because I want to be my wife's intermediary later to go to her paradise Alloh SWT. If a woman is smarter than me, what's the point of me?"

Ning Nada carved a smile. From his eyes, there was a radiance that I could not understand its meaning. No, rather I don't want to understand it.

Hopefully, it is not a deep desire and hope. Because I won't be able to handle it.

My heart is already adrift by Layla.And right now I no longer keep empty space for other women.