(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 114

Qois Albifardzan

I opened that door. Usually when I miss, the typical fragrant room that will lead me to sleep in the vortex of his bed.

This time I did the same. Merely, my eyes did not fall asleep. To be more precise, I was already unable to sleep after the day of that statement. My heart riled, my chest tightened as I recalled my father and mother's confessions about my and Layla's status.

Even though I never thought that there would be a time, where I separated my relationship with Layla and the sudden feeling.

More agitated when I found no way to treat the longing inside the chest. I lost my breath when I didn't see her smile for a day. Even though it was just a piece of photography, it was already like the breath of life I needed.

What's wrong with me, Rabb ... What sense is holding me. On the other hand I miss my little sister, very longing. But on the other hand, I was afraid to meet him, not knowing what was in my heart.

My body could not be controlled as her sweet smile flashed through my mind. My hand immediately flapped like a wing that wanted to grab it. It's normal, but there's something I'm somehow afraid to do. The sudden fear I was afraid to express, the sudden fear of loss, and the fear of rejection that ended in pain that I could never imagine.

I stroked the side of the crack, the pillow that layla could use I picked up and I smelled inside. Really, I really want to hold it. And I really want to lose it in my mind.

I grabbed the pillow, I held it tight. I can still feel the smell there. Sometimes I look for clothes in the closet. Looked at him, and I asked him to lie down next to me.

Yes Rabb... What is this feeling, why is it so heartbreaking. Want but don't want. Although the question parents just ask, but the desire that settles in the chest can not be contained anymore.

"You really, never liked Layla more, bi?"the question echoes in the memory. At that time, Andre was the one who aired it. How many times did he ask, as if that was also an explanation. But several times I broke with a bow that would never exist.

But the truth is, this time is different. I'm afraid to admit my feelings, I'm afraid of being wrong and sinful. Really, this is enough to make the days fall apart. Not having any taste.

"Williams ... Natasha ... Natasha ..."

Calling his name into a breath that neutralizes the soul. I might be crazy. It would be crazy not to mention his name.

The ringing of the phone rang, I immediately saw who was bothering me.

A number I don't know. Without further ado I immediately looked forward to the call. But a few moments later the call came back, as well as one message that made my eyes widen.

[Mas, I'm Layla. Pick up the phone]

With a shaking hand I immediately pressed the green button. The call is connected. A few minutes my body stiffened.

Rabb, what is wrong with me? why don't I feel this way.

"Mas Albi, Assalamualaikum .. "his loud voice drew straight to the heart.

I'm still riveted, unconscious. Layla's voice was so opiate.

"Mas, Mas Albi .. "call him again.

"Yes, Layla," I was able to reply.

I really can't put my body to silence. My hands firmly put on my chest that hurt unnoticed.

"How are you, Mas. When's new?" tanyakanya.

"Good mas, Layla. You how?" tanyakanya.

He was silent for a moment.

"Mas Albi is sick?" tanyakanya. The taste in my chest drained my energy to make my voice raucous.

"No-no Layla. I'm just missing you" the word just got away. My tears flowed without stopping. I really fell in love with her, so my heart could not accept her silence.

"Layla also misses, Mas Albi," he replied softly.

He has ruined every part of our relationship. He would even change my eyes to submit no longer able to look at you. Because my view is no longer worth your acceptance. Because in my eyes there is lust in them. Duh, Layla .. I've realized a feeling that shouldn't exist.

"Where father and mother, Mas. Layla wants to talk,"

"Dad and mom are out, Layla. Just talk to me,"

Right now I am being selfish. I cheated you, Layla. Your parents are outside. They might also be happy to hear from you. But I, do not allow you to avoid me.

Layla. How can I run away from you now? How can I calm down when you come to me yourself.

"Oh, that. Greetings to mom and dad. Layla wants to let her know that Layla graduated. Thank God they all passed one hundred percent. And for graduation, it will be filed at the end of the month" said Layla.

"So if you come here, all the time of the event, Mas. You can come, right?" tanyakanya.

"Surely, Layla."

"Hahaha, why the hell? How is that weird all of a sudden? Like someone stirring? Where else is it, now?" tanyakanya.

"I? I'm in your room, Layla. I miss you" I replied.

He was silent again. Silence is painful.

"Mas is no longer searching my room, right? Don't make my room a mess, Mas?!" Excited guess.

"No, I didn't even change the position of yours. Still the same, even your hantal still keeps your fragrance, Layla."

I'm release. My brain is no longer synchronized with the situation. What does Layla think now? Is he suspicious of my passion for her.

"The albi's too much!" Exclaims.

The deg! did he realize?

No ... No. .. I don't want him to leave! I don't want him to stay out of my life.

"No, Layla! Nah! Not like that" I said. Somehow I explained later. It felt like going straight to where he was at this moment.

"Mbok is washed, ta Mas. When I get home, the sheets are fragrant. It doesn't stink anymore" for him.

My wheezing breath instantly escaped a relief. Conscious Albi...Conscious ... She's your sister. He can't be what you have in mind.

I'm silent. Trying to restore entrepreneurship. Back to being Albi, the figure of an older brother.

"Yes, Nduk. It also wanted me to wash," I finally passed the tone back to normal as usual.

"Hehehe, I'm home in two weeks. The room should be neat! there can't be dust in there!" Exclaims.

"Ready princess,"

Let alone the dust, Layla. Whatever's in your way I'm ready to get rid of for you.

"Mas, when Layla gets home. Go for a walk, yes .." take him to the table.

"Yes," how could I refuse that.

Today God has saved my life. He blew the wound in his heart, making him slightly lose his lara.