(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 15

'’Bi, tomorrow there are advanced courses. Just lecturer ngumumin.‘’

Andre, sohib and also my partner. Since the cottage we've been friends.

‘’Waduh! I'll go to Sarang. Please Permission, gih, make tomorrow.‘’

‘’ Ok...Ready it! but on one condition!”

“OGAH! Dengerin, yeah! My sister, not a girl who can make Lo woo - woo!'’ Reject me, directly.

Before I knew what he wanted to say, I could already guess what he wanted. It had been a long time and it had been time and again that he had tried to get acquainted with Layla. But I forbid it.

I know Andre's good. He is an accomplished student, he also has his own business. He also seems above average. Not in academics, he can also be relied on in the field of religion. You could say complete package. But baby, he's a Play boy. Many girls who come in are taken for granted, and then thrown away if bored.

‘’Suer! if I could be with your sister. I will not play – play again. Real penitence, cave.‘’

‘’GAK! once, No, yes, No!‘’

A heart that I desperately guard where maybe I can just surrender, to him who is ordinary heart matahin.

‘’Gak fun, Lo. Really, Lo, same sister. Though sure, he will not refuse if the same cave.‘’

“Heh, everywhere no brother will agree, his sister is dating the same play boy as you!‘’

‘’Bi, the cave said that. If Lo nyerahin Layla cave penitent. Muk!"

The more he served, the more it drove me crazy. He's not unyielding, but I won't just give up either.

After class I finished college I went home. We had to leave before dhuhur because of the considerable distance. And, certainly will not be able to speed because with the Father and Mother.

Before that I stopped by a bookstore. I ordered a notebook or she used to call a diary for women.

‘’Still, Mas.'’ I said after receiving the book.

‘’Sama – equals. Make his girlfriend yes?,‘’ asked Mas that shopkeeper.

I chuckled at her question. What dating people do is also what I do.

‘’Not, Mas. Make a sister, me. Hehe...'’ Answer me.

‘’Oh cyrain,’’

‘’Ya, already mas, thank you. Assalamualaikum!" My pamphit

"Waalaikumsalam.‘’

I put the book in my bag. To warn me not to leave later.

Diary is not just a diary. There's a locket barrier inside. And there's a picture of me and Layla over there. I also put the picture on the front page of the book.

I saw Layla change. And I don't want to be the second person when he needs someone to understand him. I still want to be the first person, after Allah who knows all the problems.

Stranger thing back I gulped again. He changed, I don't know what made him different that night.

When he came he was fine. He was still chattering as usual. She also teased me about the proposal I received at night driving her back to the cabin.

He changed after returning from the last prayer with Mom.

I still remember clearly, Mother came with a joyful face. He said that he had just met Salwa. He said that she was very beautiful and polite. My mother also said I would not regret being with her later.

I was smiling, ashamed. I've never met him. But hearing the story from Layla and Mom made me a little curious. Especially when Layla said she liked me. He sends my greetings.

I'm an ordinary man, never dreamed of being with a Neng, Princess Kyai. But if he's my soul mate, don't I have to prepare a lot of things.

Things change when Layla suddenly acts strange. I realized that, his attitude that seemed to hold back anger, and was thinking about heavy things looks real.

He ate a lot of fried food, even before it ran out of fried food in his mouth. Like a possessed man, and uncontrollable.

''Stir up!" I stopped that behavior immediately.

But Layla did the same. I had to get rid of the meal from in front of him.

No less surprised when he suddenly told us to go home. It's totally unnatural. He never behaved like that. He was happy when we came and stayed. But it was loud then, and without a doubt he seemed to throw us out.

Father and Mother were also shocked by his behavior . In fact, we were planning to stay and go home in the morning. However, we have not been able to say that, Layla has asked us to go home.

Disappointed, of course. Father and Mother did not ask any questions, nor did they take things too seriously. They hide the disappointment and curiosity of meetings.

When they leave first. I took out the book I had prepared earlier. Write a little message. And hope Layla can read it later.

I put the book together with the items that will be brought to the cottage. A little I plug him so he will realize. That it was for her.

He saw her face pretending to be happy and smiling after saying that we had to go home. Makes me want to know what really happened to him.

What made him change? what makes his heart go down like that? does she really have a boyfriend? Given the many chats he had during his vacation, hearing many son santri teased him as we passed by. Even when I was congregating at the pesantren mosque earlier, not only one of the few santri sons seemed to want PDKT with me and Dad . They look so obvious, if they're after Layla.

I'm not calm leaving him. The sister I've been guarding all this time, getting away somehow?

For the last time, before we go home. My body reflexively hugged him. I know, he was surprised by what I did.

I just want her to know that I will always be there for her. That I can count on for every problem.

Even though he remained silent, but I could feel that there was indeed something stuck in his life right now. He did not thrash, a little calm.But then, violently he let go of my embrace. He was angry, clearly visible from his sour face.

''Once in a while, Mas jik kangen Nduk....'' My word

After that I left him alone. My eyes, still staring at him, were still glued, until our car could not reach him anymore.