(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 17

''Where are you going, Mas?'' layla asked when she realized that the road they were walking was not the way home.

''Where's it going?'' my tease.

He frowned, maybe found out, fill my mind.

''Whatever, pun, Mas.'' Answer after that.

I smile. He was silent, no longer asking, just facing out the window, looking at the ripples of the streets.

''So that's Dharma, Nduk?" ask me.

Just make sure if the santri kang who was with him earlier was a messenger from Nada to guard him.

''Yes, Mas. Strange as it is?'' Her word.

Layla gradually turned around after I talked about Dharma. This is the first time we've talked about a man other than a brother. I can see if Layla's not that interested. But there is a little strange taste, which is felt considering the santri kang.

''Weird, how?" ask me.

''Weird! Cook Layla called Princess Shame. Weird, right?''

''Haha...How, can?''

I remember my conversation with Dharma. She also called the Princess Shame. So right, what he meant was Layla.

''I don't know, it's weird.'' It's a little upset.

"But, fine. In fact he can take care of you.'' I said with a smile.

''Yes wes, fine."

''Didn't mature suwun just now?"

''Kan, sampun Mas vicein."

''Other times you have to dare to say it yourself. He said it was big?''

''Yes...yes!. Later until home I say thanks.''

''How is it?''

''Through he-pe tho, Mas...Sampean Iki, piye tho (What are you doing)?"

''Do you have his number? or maybe he's one of those guys who just took a vacation yesterday?"

''Boten! Layla Ndak has her number, but Mas has it, right?"

''Oh yes, I forgot." I grin.

''Why, Mas?" ask Layla with a smile.

''Why what?'' ask me back. Don't understand what he means.

''Jealousy, yes, I am close together, kang Dharma?" she replied with a satisfied and adorable smile.

"Hahaha ..you, Nduk...Funny men tho....''

I was so worried to hear him say that. He might think that I am jealous.

''We pray first yes, Nduk. Then we buy clothes for you." My word.

I put a car in the courtyard of Setono Gedong mosque. The old mosque that has been renovated includes the old mosque in Kediri.

Previously the Setono Gedong region was a place of certain beliefs. It can be proved the existence of sculpture sites that are still around the place.

Mbah Wasil himself according to history is someone from Istanbul Turkey. He came to Kediri in the tenth or eleven century AD. It is still in the government of Sri Aji Joyoboyo.

On the night of the takbiran like this does not discourage visitors to make a pilgrimage to the tomb of Mbah Wasil which is also buried around the mosque Setono gedong.

''Nduk, jama'ah in the foyer huh? Wait there." I said by pointing at the portico of the mosque which was quite quiet.

''Nggeh, Mas.''

After that, we split up to get water. Like I said I was waiting for Layla in the foyer. She didn't show up quickly, maybe in the ladies' bathroom quite crowded. While waiting for me to nderes the Qur'an through my hape application.

Almost half the juice I read the Qur'an. Layla just arrived. He came up to me and quickly put on his face.

''Mas queue... Sorry long.''

Once it's ready. I started praying with Layla.

He knows my habits at night like this. I always try to oblige worshippers to pray Isya', also perform other Sunnah prayers . Increase the number of books I used to read. And intending for morning worship later.

I learned that from my time at the cottage. Kyai I always say, multiply prayers and wirid on the night of the holiday prevent the death of the heart.

"At least, perform Isya' prayers merama'ah and morning prayers berbamaah.Begusnya again if added Qobliyah and ba'diyah Isya' prayers after that the writer. Read Istighfar a hundred times."

I always remember his message and his lesson at that time. And as much as I can practice.

Not really useful science is when we can practice it. At least for ourselves.

After an hour, Layla and I finished the congregation. I turned my body, saw Layla packing her face.

He did not look tired, or even said a complaint because I asked him to pray together and also wiridan long enough. He was ordinary, as if it were just plainness.

''Don't get tired, Nduk?" ask me to make sure.

''Shit, why the hell, Mas?"

He asked me back, as if my question was not clear what I meant. I nodded, and then smiled.

''Close to the tomb first yes, Nduk. Ndiluk ae (Just a moment)....''

Intentionally, I want how patient Layla is right now. He used to be very upset if we went on a pilgrimage too long.

I saw him looking for the mosque's wall clock. Maybe find out what time it is. His face was a little sour. Maybe he's tired.

''No papa, Mom? Will you wait for Mom?"

''Ndak papa's. I told Dad to Mom. If you immediately buy clothes first, Ndak immediately go home.''

He's mangosteen. I thought he was going to protest, apparently just worrying about our home hours.

Finish packing. We headed to the tomb located to the right of the mosque. There are still many visitors there. Make me and Layla can't get into the room. It can only be at the door of the tomb.

I feel sorry for Layla if I have to wait for the worshippers to finish their remembrance there. So I decided to send a prayer outside the room. Anyway, same thing. Most importantly his intention.

I started with alawasul, mentioning the names of our ancestors. And especially Mbah Wasil, the guardian that we are waiting for. Then I continued reading yasin and tahlil.

Apart from all that. The night is one of the mustajab nights. Where the prayers of his servants will be received without intermediaries. And all the wishes, freely in my heart.

After praying, I wanted to move on. But dumbfounded, when she saw Layla still sitting behind me by clenching her hands and closing her eyes. He was praying fervently, not realizing that I had finished reciting the prayer.

Long enough, I don't know what he's up to. I don't know what he's complaining about at his creation. For sure, my prayer. Hopefully whatever it is always getting ridho from Alloh SWT.

Whatever he asked for Ya Alloh. May you always accept and you wish.