(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 113

Qois Albifardzan

Parental love is the first form of love for the child. The smile of a mother, the burning spirit of a father. Both become the foundation of growing a child.

I was lucky, because I did not lack anything from that figure. I never felt that I was a kara, even if it was supposed to be that way.

I'm driving my bike home. Amazing things happened to me today. I am even more grateful because when I come home, I will find the smile of the angel sent to me.

I am not their flesh and blood, but I am loved as much as their children.

If anyone asks me who my parents will be then the answer is Layla's parents. Just the two of them.

Maybe I didn't find the way of heaven in my birth parents. However, through them I found more than heaven. From them I felt the world like heaven. Sometimes heaven is not just about a place. But also someone who can make you happy and you can be happy.

"Assynoltom..." Salam

"Waaikumsalam.... Eat first, gih. The vegetables were still kayaking this morning. Your father's still in tentannga. Soon also come home," replied the mother who prepared dinner.

I'm sitting on the desk. I put his father's order on the dinner table, too. My smile was bright, my eyes sparkled to see the figure of the woman who had been patiently taking care of me.

"Why are you, to. Just came home with that smile? What persambet?" ask mother.

He sat down, took a plate and put rice on it. And then put it in front of me.

"Why are you, BI? I think people are crazy. Smiles are not clear,"

I still care about my attitude.

"Mom... Can Albi hug mom?" my many.

I have to ask permission. Even though I was his son knew. But, still, she is a woman who when I touch can undo her wudhunya. While the mother, often take care of the wudhunya.

Mother's eyes still stared in wonder. Dumbfounded and peeling into the ocean in the radiance of my eyes.

"Can you Mom? Albi kangen," I said again asking for permission.

Mother nodded.

Getting that approval, I immediately scattered my body on the figure of the woman in front of me. I hugged her tightly and I felt her arms in my hair.

"Thank you, Mom... Because they want to pick me up. Thank you for making Albi my mother's son" I said.

"Albi, what are you talking about? I suddenly discussed it."

"Albi went to Bagas' house, ma'am... His mother is very ill. And he was given the opportunity by Alloh to take care of his mother. Very lucky, Mom, Bagas. He has a mother figure and he can also make his mother happy when he's old."

Mother silence. But it doesn't stop in my hair.

"I'm lucky too, Mom. Have a mother and father. Albi asked for my blessing, ma'am. Make your part, make Layla happy too. Albi has no one in this world except the three of you. Albi please, don't ask Albi out of your lives, dear Albi...."

In the laughter I began to sob. Suddenly I felt water falling from above my head. I looked, and I saw my mother wipe away the tears.

"Don't cry? Is Albi wrong?" I asked while wiping my mother's tears.

Mom shook her head.

"Other times, if you think so again. Your own mother will be evicting you. You're a mother's son, father's son, Layla's mas. I could say that. Want me a jewer! Huh!' Maki Mom.

I'm shaking. I don't want to be picked up.

"Dear ones, not in jewers." My reply.

Mom kissed me on the forehead, both of my cheeks. A few times, and then hugged me again.

"Promise to Mom. Don't ask Albi to walk away from your mother's life. Albi's permission to stay with you. Forever..." My request was repeated again.

The thing I was afraid of was losing them. Losing mom, dad and Layla. They are my breath, they are my life. I even dare to exchange lives for their happiness. The origin was not asked to leave their lives.

"Accoland ...." Father's Voice. He just got home.

I immediately let go of mom's embrace. I sat down again in the chair and wiped my tears. She turned and headed straight for the kitchen. He probably didn't want to show Dad his tears. Me too.

If with mother I always ask for blessing and with father, we men always achieve the meaning by action alone.

"Albi it, angrily ... Could've said he was a pick-up boy." Said the mother who immediately busied herself with washing dirty kitchen utensils.

"But it ... How strange. What's the tatters, you bi?" ask the father who sits across the street.

He put the blessing_food or snack given by the host to the guest who participated in the study.

"It's okay. Oh yes, yeah ... It's as bright as the moon." I said offer.

"Well! Here, let me eat!" My father immediately grabbed a plastic bag containing martabak and flew the moon. Open it, and enjoy it.

Mom came and ate too. It feels good to see they can be happy with such a small thing.

"There was a greeting from Andre. He said, if I may, he wants to propose to Layla, then after Layla is ready." I said.

Mom and Dad stopped chewing food. I was shocked to look at him without blinking.

"Absolutely shocked, To? Shouldn't be happy, should you?" my many.

Uhuuk Ukhuk Ukhuk

Dad coughs. Mom poured me a drink and gave it to me.

"Didn't hear wrong? Proposal?" ask dad

"Cock out of the blue, to Bi?"

"Not if it's sudden, buk, Dad... I'm the one who just got together. Andre has long loved Layla. His family knows, too,"

"Well! Really true?" Mom and Dad were surprised.

I'm nodding.

"But, that doesn't mean I agree with Layla getting married young. I'm not willing! He should be really mature and mature first. Continuing his education, too,"

"Huhu'uh...."

Mom and Dad took a breath, then smiled and exchanged glances.

"Kirain, you will marry soon." Said father.

"NO! Layla was a kid,"

"Hmmm.... Until whenever it looks like Layla's still going small, BI."

I'm silent. Continue eating. Mom and Dad were in their own curries.

"Rather than thinking of Layla, think of yourself first. When are you getting married?" ask mother.

"I got married after Layla got married. That's my choice" I replied.

"Yes, already. You marry together" suggested the father.

"Hmmm .. Did I marry Layla?" ask suddenly. The question just slid without a sieve.

Mom and Dad looked at each other. I grinned.

"Joking," I said while chuckling.

Even though I said that, their faces were still serious.

"Just kidding father .. mother .. anyways not possible. Layla kan_"

"Why is it impossible?" ask Mom

I'm wide-eyed.My mouth is bragging. What kind of question is that?

"You are not siblings. Can marry," added the father who suddenly denied the mother's statement.

Suddenly my coconut is dizzy. I hold my head, my chest is pounding. Even my body suddenly lost its balance.

The faces of my two foster parents did not show that I wanted to joke. What-what's this?!