(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 24

The car arrived at the courtyard which was still on red soil. Mas Albi parked the car under a shady mango tree. After, properly stopping, one by one get out of the car.

''Kung ...Layla's sister Mas Albi has arrived!''

I know the sound of that scream. He's Alfan, my smallest cousin. He ran into the house again, after it had reached the terrace of the house. Continually shouting to announce our arrival.

Alfan, he's eight. But he is quite proud. Since entering Kindergarten school he has often won tilawah competitions, and also Adzan. He also participated in the Pildacil race (Pilik's choice) and all won champions. Reportedly, this time will also follow the race of Qoriah across Trenggalek regency.

At his age, a child will often play with his friends. But, he chose to dive into his hobbies and talents. I remember him once saying with a spirit of "If I have grown up I want to be kyai mbak . I want to be a preacher like Gus Baha', Kyai Anwar Zahid, and also Gus Miftah".

I guess it was just a joke. But in fact, he began to often play videos of the preachers on his mother's phone, whether it was through YouTube or Vidio that he got from his teachers.

Mas Albi brought in all our souvenirs. Not to forget, he came back again to pick up our things. I wanted to offer, a rock to help lift my stuff, but he forbade it.

''Not strong nduk, your hand is not Maqome bring ginian. Wes mlebu o (Already, come in) .'' Her speech.

How not more dear. If I were treated like that every day. Every word offers mercy, every action shows concern.

Mas Albi put all the stuff in, directly into the two rooms that have been provided for us. Only then did he join the family who had gathered all in the living room.

Anyang Akung directly asked for a foot massage by dad. He heard a joke between them.

''Wes suwi not in massage lanang children (For a long time, not in massage with boys)."

Eyang enjoyed father's massage until he closed his eyes to feel it.

''Father iki... Mase wants to sing drive Lo, take yo kersane break riyen.(This gentleman. The one who was driving. Yeah let's take a break first)." Screeched Mother

My father's wife felt unacceptable to find her husband who had just come directly to be asked to massage. She knew very well how tired her husband was, but in fact Eyang Akung wanted to test his daughter-in-law more. He did not reply to his mother's words, and just waved his hand. A sign that it will not melt his desire to be able to feel a massage from his daughter-in-law .

Aunt Rahma asked me to help prepare a meal for us. I am glad to agree.

He asked me many things from what time we left home? the journey was smooth or not, and was it really the father who was driving earlier.

Then I told her about our trip. About the father who was driving, and when they came out of the rugged mountain road Mas Albi replaced Dad. I also said while on the trip Mas Albi had caught wind and drunk.

''Where is albi? tell him to eat first. Let's buy some medicine at the front stall." Said Aunt Sarah.

A moment later I called Mas Albi who was sitting in the living room . Laughter and laughter sounded there. I'm giving you a signal to go inside the house. With a single wave, he immediately got up and approached me.

''What is nduk?'' ask when he is in front of me.

''He told me to eat first with Aunt Sarah .Keep resting, gih.'' Answer me

I walked into the dining room. Without me asking Mas Albi to follow my steps.

''Ndak kasir, Nduk. Same mom has not eaten yet.'' Reject Mas Albi. But he sat in the chair I had prepared.

''No papa bi. Just eat first, keep this taking the medicine.'' Auntie sahut. He just came from the kitchen. Carrying a black plastic bag containing medicine and also eucalyptus oil.

In order to make it comfortable, I also eat with Mas Albi. I'm also very tired . After this I go to sleep, and later in the afternoon I immediately want to see the sunset.

''The medicine, do not forget to drink!''

So many seconds of eating on my plate and Mas Albi ludes not left. I took the initiative to take her straight to the kitchen for washing. Before that, I poured water for Mas Albi to take his medicine.

Aunt Sarah is back in the living room. I miss you by teasing my mother. They seem to be talking about their childhood.

I overheard my father defending my mother when aunt Sarah said my mother used to be very black.

''But now he's kinclong. Every morning I have to take a shower.'' Said father .

I don't know what Dad meant. But then the laughter sounded boisterous again. Not that she was happy because she was in martial, but mother seemed to be angry instead. Dad screams in pain, because of a hand blow from mom.

''Ya Alloh...Yeah don't hit, th, ma'am....'' Complain Dad.

Finish washing dishes and cleaning my kitchen to the living room. When passing through the dining room I no longer found Mas Albi there . Maybe he's right to rest. That's good, later when he wakes up, I'll take him to see the sunset .

Upon arrival in the living room, I want to express my intention to first rest. But before that happened, Eyang Akung called me.

''Nduk, you replace Akung's mijitin. Let your father and mother change for food.''

It's me. Dashed hopes for a nap. With a wry smile I replaced my father. And start massaging Akung's legs.

''Your hand is strong, Nduk. Directly cross Alung. "

''Nggeh ta kung. Alhamdulillahot... I'm tired - tired, Layla can't mijitin every day."

''Mangkane, I tell you to go now.''

I just grinned at hearing it. Whether he knows or not. For now he is alone on the wall, with his face turned upward. Eyes closed.

The room suddenly fell. Everyone who had been with us, one by one went away. Switch to the dining room.

No wonder the conversation when I got back was probably not over. And continue at the dinner table.

''Third class, Nduk you? Tomorrow's year has passed?'' asked Akung who was staring at me. Like realizing something.

''Yegg, Kung. Doain Layla, yes kung.''

''Yes. Mugo-mogo ilmune barokah."

Silence again. Actually, there are a lot of questions in my brain pocket. But I undo that intention, because I saw Akung sayup-sayup asleep. My hands didn't stop massaging, until he fell asleep.

Position is the same. I could not bear to see him sleeping by sitting with his head turned up. It will make him cramp when he wakes up later. Finally, I asked my father to wake him up and tell him to go back to the room.

Basic me. Ask parents for small things. Cause actually, I'll wake up later. He will not go to sleep and wants to stay in the massage.