(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 20

"Assalamualaikum.." Greetings Albi, Father and Mother almost simultaneously.

''Waalaikumsalam...."

I hurried to greet them.

As is our tradition. Every time after Ied prayers we will take turns sungkeman. Starting from Mom to Dad, and then Mas Albi, last me.

I once said that silence is not about forgiving each other. But also about humility, gratitude and also the main thing is self-awareness in young souls to always respect younger people.

No stranger, if the moment of silence between us there must be a crying. Especially my mother, she always cried when she apologized to me. I don't know, even though the mother includes the wife Sholehah. Who never complained, or weighed down on Dad.

But still, when the silence she always asked a thousand apologies and sincerity to her husband. That's when, sometimes my tears come down without knowing. I am so grateful to have been born by them. He is one of those families who look after and love each other.

After you've finished your sungkem, it's Mas Albi's turn and then me. We don't talk much, still like other children who apologize and then ask for prayer. Then ask for the lebaran ration.

Even though I was an adult, I still got severance from my parents. Not to forget too, the last few years Mas Albi also gave me a lebaran ration.

''Alhamdulillah, it is not in vain I shodaqoh buy Mas Albi clothes yesterday!'' I'm happy. Saw more envelopes than last year.

''Ooo....So his intention was to get a lot of it? The initial reason for buying it, let the same mas pity continue to overstay the lebaran ration, is it?"

"Haha....Caught, huh?'' Reply me. Although I actually have no such intention.

Albi hugged me. Ruffling my hijab. Small things, but success makes me happy. Being the reason for being happy alone, it already makes me mean something.

''Have it been. Let's eat!" Bring Mom. He was at the dinner table, preparing dishes for us to eat.

With a little run I headed straight for the dining table. After Albi who still wants to tickle me. We were still crowded by banging our spoons and forks, and also playing foot trampling. Our maturity was lost instantly, while together.

Our parents, do not bother with the behavior of the times. It was common when we were together, especially after a fight. I patiently served rice on our plates one by one.

''What do you want to wear, Nduk?'' ask Mother. He was carrying my plate and his other hand was carrying a large spoon to take the side dish I was about to choose.

''Please ma'am, let's diet. I think it's fat, he!'' Sahut Mas Albi's.

I pouted, glaring at him ''Wear the same chicken fried sambel aja Bu, the pickles all over.'' Answer me.

''Girls eat a lot. Not afraid of fat?!" Mas Albi Ejek. He still teases me. He still wants to pinch my cheek. I tried to prevent his hands from reaching my puffed cheeks

''You, Bi. What's your luck?'' ask Mom

''His joke. Eat first, only then do we go to the neighbors. Later to the afternoon.'' Said Father. It broke us both. It was only then that we kept quiet and started eating.

''Waw! Mother's cuisine is delicious! I really miss home cooking.'' Praise me. The aroma, and the taste really charge the tongue to continue to enjoy it.

After a long time, he finally felt the dishes made by his mother. The cuisine he always missed in the cottage. Cuisine like no other.

But that doesn't mean cottage cuisine isn't delicious . Only, there must be some different recipes used by the cook with his mother. That's why the cooking feels different. After all, a child must love his mother's cooking. Because of youth, it was the first humans to bribe them shortly after they were born.

''Taste mom is always the best in the universe, Dad said." Sahut Albi while glancing at father.

''Yes, must be, tho. My wife!" Praise Dad. While looking at mom. Me and Mas Albi laughed when they saw him.

Praising food while eating is a form of gratitude from the servant to the creator. Moreover, praising the food in front of the person who has cooked it, it will make him who cook it feel happy. And it is a field of reward that sometimes people do not realize.

After eating, we continued our activities to visit about. Just about to get out some neighbors came to visit. Makes us undo the intention, and prefer to prioritize the guests who come.

I took turns greeting the guests, coming to meet them and talking. Some of them asked me about my school, and also the activities in the cottage I was in. Some of them, asking for my continuation after graduating from Aliyah.

It is common for neighbors to ask this question. Because it is a cottage child, they rarely meet. Once met, it will be the center of attention. Unlike those who are home schooled. Without having to ask them already know what activities have been done so far. This is not what makes people want to know.

''Continue college or stay in the cottage later, Ma'am?" ask Bu Eko.

As far as I know she's the wife of our RT complex sir . But which, I've heard, sometimes Miss Eko likes to take care of the lives of her neighbors. I don't know, I just heard from my friends around here. They know it from their mothers.

I can't help but justify it, because as long as I'm in the cabin I don't know what's going on around my house. I never talked about that either .

''Don't know yet, Mom. If you want to, go to college." Answer me with a thin smile.

''Where do you want to go to college? Today's children after school continue to go to college, his goiter for years is nothing Lo. La piye's? in the hut her clothes were bruised from the same top down. Mbasan on campus, wearing leggings, looks all awrahnya. Isn't that called free?!'' Said Bu Eko.

''But Insya Alloh, Layla will not be like that, Kok Bu.'' Sahut Mas Albi's

Uh! he's my rescue. I looked at him with a haru look. What Albi said was also my answer. Even if I go to college, I will still be my father. Keep wearing clothes that will seal my aura and shape my body .

''Mugo - mogo tenan koyok ngunu. Saiki boy, sometimes fencing at percoyo. (Hopefully so. The child is hard to believe now).'' Said Bu Eko.

I just messem responded. After that, my parents immediately switched the conversation by asking what activities will be updated in their environment. That's far more useful in my opinion than having to talk about personal problems.

But what is power? Sometimes we lose old with those who are already more of their age. It is not good to argue their words.