(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 109

#Qois Albifardzan

At two o'clock in the afternoon I said goodbye to Dad. After packing some orders I will immediately take him to the expedition. I also made an agreement with Andre to go to his house, and take his share of the order.

Even though we already have some employees, running a business with our own hands is a proud thing in my opinion.

We jump also in reply to the chat costemer, we also design some orders and send directly to the expedition. For our marketing department there are some people and campus sisters who we have chosen and want to work with us, of course, have the same mission vision as well.

My and Andre's desire is to create jobs for students like us. Not only students, but also some friends who really need and can do the job.

Although it is not yet big but our products are starting to crawl up little by little. In our own city, our products have begun to be well known in terms of quality and price.

"Not late at night, le?" ask Dad when I put my shoes on the porch.

"Since magrib may, well. What's up?" my many.

"Believe me martabak telor ya le..."

"Yes, yeah... Not the light of the moon?" bargained.

"It's up to you" replied the father with a smile. He stayed behind the newspaper he had read.

"What mom?" much

It just so happened that my mother was lifting a clothesline next to the house.

"Nothing. Be careful on the road" replied the mother.

I grabbed my backpack. Then head for the red Vario bike.

"Aren't you in a car, to Bi?" ask mom when I start the engine.

"No, buk. Finally," I replied.

Using the motor will be faster to. The level of congestion will also decrease.

"Greet Andre to his family. At home people don't make polite noise." Mother's message before I properly leave.

"Excuse me, buk Assalamualaikum..." Salam

"Vaaikuma.alam..." Reply mom and dad almost simultaneously.

Mother always warns if I meet at a friend's house to always maintain good manners. Since the incident at Layla's cottage, mom has become more sensitive in advising. It's my fault, it's natural that way.

The events in eastern Dhalem back then if I wanted to go back I was ashamed of myself. I've been like a morally deficient man. Screaming at people's homes. And the owner of the house nicely entertained me.

In the middle of the trip my phone rang. I took it out of my shirt pocket, and then slipped it into my helmet, near my ear.

"Assalamualaikum, Dre?" my regards.

"We met in Tohar sir huh? We'll take the seams. Please take delivery today, too,"

"OKs. Alright. I've been on this road. You're leaving too, too,"

"Ready! Sister-in-law! Assalamualaikum"

Tut

Cellphone turned off. I was shaking, not thinking about my best friend that one. Since I gave her permission if she could meet layla during the holidays she deliberately called me 'SISTER-IN-LAW' more so she did it in public as well.

I arrived first. Without a doubt, I also visited. Maybe Andre will come soon.

"Masuk, BI... Sini!" Seru pak Tohar dari rumah samping rumahnya.

If most of the room next to the house is used for the garage, but in the house Mr. Tohar in his use and some work to sew.

He and his two employees were facing their sewing machines.

He took off his apron. Then stand up to me. I asked for his hand for Saliman.

"on your own? Andre's not coming?" ask Mr. Tohar while dipping towards my back. Looking for Andre.

"A little while back, sir. Probably still on the road" I said.

I am welcome to sit on the sofa reserved exclusively for guests.

I just sat down. The sound of Andre's car was parked in front of Mr. Tohar's yard.

"Well, just asked," said Mr. Tohar. He stood up again to welcome Andre.

"Assynnya!" Andre Seru

"Vaaikuma.alam..." Reply to me and everything in the room.

"How are you, Mr Tohar? Healthy? Hi bro! Smooth sewing?"

Andre came to greet one by one the people in this room. Not only Mr. Tohar, his employees also approached and he invited salaman.

"Hi, sister-in-law. I'm not late, am I?" He asked after sitting next to me. He did not salute but immediately invited hand jotos.

"Cock? Sister-in-law?" ask Mr. Tohar wonder.

"Yes, sir. Soon I'll be Albi's sister-in-law. Pray sir, let everything go smoothly." Andre replied with no brakes at all.

"Oh, so you'll marry his sister Albi. Nduk Layla's?" ask Mr. Tohar while looking for answers to me as well.

"Still a candidate sir. Not necessarily, if you're a soul mate..." Reply merrat.

"That's good. So your business can grow more. Stronger because of the brotherhood as well. From friendship to brotherhood and then the family business. Definitely brilliant later!" Mr. Tohar is very enthusiastic. Makes Andre more sparkling.

"No, many support." Andre told me. I was silent and did not respond to anything. Just a little mesem to please Mr. Tohar.

"But Layla's still in school, right? Cook want to get married?" ask Mr. Tohar to remember about Layla who is still in school.

Mr. Tohar already knew Layla. Although not fully acquainted. I once took Layla to this house because she wanted to sew a robe for herself. Sometimes he likes to design a game for himself. He bought a cloth and brought it here and handed the design to Mr. Tohar.

"Then, it's still uncertain in the future how, sir. Pray for the best" I said.

"Definitely best!" Andre Seru.

"Amin amin... Hope mate. May your friendship continue until the Hereafter. I really like you two. An energetic young man full of noble insight. It's a pity that one day you're separated." Said mr. Tohar.

"But we're still normal sir. I like it just as his sister is not him" Andre said, shuddering to see me.

"Hahaha.."pak Tohar even laughed.

I also shuddered in horror side by side with Andre. Although yes, what Mr. Tohar meant was not what Andre thought. But, he was instead looking for such a strange guyon gap.