(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 112

#Qois Albifardzan

"Assynoltom..." Hail Bagas.

An old house with a size almost the same as the office became our goal.

The door was opened by Bagas. We are welcome to go inside. Although Bagas man he included but in arranging his home.

As long as I'm going around, no dirt is left scattered.

Just sitting in the living room, the sound of adzan magrib reverberating.

"Where's your mom?" andre asked impatiently.

"There's inside, boss." Answer Bagas

"Ndre we better pray first. Let's have a nice conversation later," I suggested.

"Yes, boss. There is a mushola near here. But, if you want to pray here is okay." Kata Bagas.

"We're going to mushola, boss." Adnan Proposal.

"OKs. Let your mother pray first, too" said Andre.

We're back out of the house. Walk to the mosque which is close to Bagas house. Only three houses away.

After taking ablution we rushed to join the congregation in the mushola. When we are done, we return to Bagas' house.

"Assynoltom..." Our greetings simultaneously.

"Waaikumsalam" Bagas and his mother replied.

Bagas made his mother present in the living room. He sits in a wheelchair. His face greeted our arrival

"Mom's here, just rest in the room." Said Andre who was approaching immediately.

"No. Narrow room. Pity if you guys take it," replied Bagas' mother

It hasn't been sepuh. His age seemed to be almost Eman tens.

"What is Ma complaining about?" my many.

"Just jovial. Its alright. Healthy mom,"

"It's okay but the answer is cheerful. How about ma'am," hehehe.

Mother Bagas laughed. The spoon on his face began to fade.

Bagas who was excused to the back came again with a tray containing glasses and also a clear teapot that was filled with warm tea.

He would pour the tea on an empty glass that he also brought along. Then I prevented.

"Later, let's take it ourselves." I said lirih.

Right now we want to entertain Bagas' mother. Andre is chatting with Bagas' mother. He did not let the employee's mother take off a smile from the first time he met.

You also follow in the warmth of his jokes that he sometimes also hooked on us.

"Buk, Bagas if the work is deft. He is a reliable employee and friend. I ask permission ya buk, want to recruit him as my next employee. Insya Alloh, later if our efforts are more advanced, Bagas will also rise in his position. Pray yes, buk..." Said Andre.

The mother then looked at her bachelor son. Eyes glazed.

"Thank God, that bagas can help. Although he is sometimes naughty, but Insya Alloh he can be trusted. Maybe the mother's child is still a lot of lack, but Alhamdulillah until now he never intentionally make my heart_his mother feel anxious. Titip Bagas, yes son..." Said Mother Bagas.

We, too, in the room were silent. Witnessing the affection of a mother who never strayed from the figure of the son who now looked down deeply.

I embrace Bagas' shoulder, give him strength. Because I know, he is also currently holding back crying because he saw his mother who is currently sick.

"I am the one who thanked my mother. Bagas who was supposed to take care of mom, but still want to finish the responsibility to us. I'm so sorry, because I don't give Bagas time off for mom. It's not that we don't want to, it's just that we just found out that mom's sick."

"It's okay. It is Bagas' obligation as your employee. After all, mother that Bagas work is also not alone. There are still brothers, who will wait."

"Alhamdulillah..." Andre was relieved.

Andre looked at me. He hinted something from his eyes. The gap near us, one blink of an eye from him only I understand. I nodded to agree to his wish.

"We're saying goodbye, ma'am. Take care of your health, buk. May soon recover, and for a while Bagas do not have to go to work first." Andre said as he fixed his eyes on the Bagas beside me.

"But, boss? Who will be packing. I don't want to eat blind paychecks,"

"I just told you not to come in. Not a job" argued Andre.

"You can pack all orders at home. It's the same, right. The difference is that you do not meet Adit with Adnan. At home you can take care of your mother, too" I said.

Andre nodded. I don't know why my mind and Andre are so strong.

"It's okay, boss?" tanya Bagas did not believe.

"It's okay. It's the same, just calm down. Nothing buk, home for work?" ask Andre

Mother Bagas shook her head.

"Mom is happy" he replied

We are all calm.

"Yes, we're saying yes." Said Andre, he stood up then grabbed the hand of the span belonging to Bagas' mother. Kiss her and smile at her.

After Andre, me and he our employees changed hands and say goodbye to Bagas' parents.

"Assynoltom..." Our greetings

"Vaaikuma.alam..." Reply to Bagas and Bagas.

Before he left, Andre had slipped a white envelope in Bagas's hand.

"But, boss..." He doesn't want to accept it.

"It's not for you, it's your mother. The mandate from Allah," I said reassuringly when he was going to return the envelope.

After that, he just accepted it. I'm sure he kept the condolences. But it has become the duty of a friend to his friend. Helping each other, as much as possible.

Two of our employees immediately wanted to go home. Finally me and Andre.

"I want to buy a martabak first, Dre? You I take to the office or come with me first," I asked.

"Follow you. After all, the place where the road to the office martabak right?"

I'm nodding.

My family's favorite martabak is near the office. Usually when I come home from the office, if there is time I stop by to buy the martabak house people. And today, I directly want that martabak.

Arriving at the martabak sale, I parked the motorbike on the side of the road. Close to martabak cart. Then martabak and also the light of the moon. Two servings each. The other one will be for Andre's parents.

I was asked to wait a little while, because the buyer was also queuing.

Then Andre and I sat in one of the plastic chairs.

"Pity yes, Bagas' mother was very old." Andre opened the conversation.

"Yes. Fortunately he had Bagas as his son,"

"Everything's lucky. Her mother also looks once if she loves Bagas."

I smiled knot.

"Lucky, because it can complement each other. Love each other and share feelings." I said bitter.

Andre looked at me with a pushy look.

"I didn't mean to, BI..."

I shook my head.

"It's my destiny path. It's okay, I'm being sincere..."

The only thing I can't feel is a real mother. To this day I don't know who my real parents are. I envy Bagas who can be talented to his mother. I was also envious of Bagas who got infinite affection from his parents.

All this time I might have looked tough and fine. Not one bit I complain of a deep longing for the family figure. Because I have a family that accepts me for who I am. But still, in the deepest heart there is a longing for the figure of a parent who has been the intermediary I live in the world.

"Do you remember your parents?" Ask Andre carefully.

I smiled strangely.

"How can I remember, if I've never seen." My answer.

Andre's speechless. Someone stuck it sharp inside. Either a pain or a bland heart.

Andre still looked at me mercifully. To be honest, I don't want to be stared at like that. It shows that I don't have any power at the moment.