(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 27

Muhammad Arya Dharma's

I found him, that day. He's like, kancil. Run fast, and hide. Several times, I had to work hard to find her figure. Several times, I also died lice on him.

I am Arya Dharma, who she says has into handsome like a full moon. Thin dimples, charm enhancer, and also a thin sideburn, a knight. My shady eyes, can even cool the heart of the interlocutor. Hahaha, that's what people say. But, I said, yeah, maybe it was like that. Doesn't the saying go, if someone wants to know how he is, then ask those who live with him?

If they like me, they will say I am good. And, if they don't like me, as good as I am. Still, rocks, aka gravel that bothers. However, as far as I know as long as we try to be kind to everyone, then that person will also be kind to us.

In fact, in the Qur'an that I remember there are six verses of the Qur'an that advise us to always do good. One of them is in Surah Al Baqarah verse 195 "And do good, for Allah loves those who do good". In Surah Ar Rahman verse 60 There is no recompense of good except good (for)".

However, that day I found out, if not all the good was revealed. That, even sincere intentions need a difficult process as well. Hah, or maybe, because the one who refused was a girl. Or maybe, I who had never felt rejection by women, to make one laugh that had no effect on me, was like a threat to me.

"Kang, I'm taking santriwati, huh? He's my friend's sister," said Ning Nada, before one day the group returned to east Java.

"Well, Ning... Is he special? until the genie himself asks to take care of her." My ledek.

Ning Nada and I are cousins. Abah and Kyai Mustofa sister, so it's only natural that I'm with my Ning kyai, acting normal. Because besides, we are brothers, our age is not far adrift. We're one server, from childhood we're friends.

"Haha. Well, it's because of my friend's warning, so his sister can come home safely. He was clueless, to pick up his sister on vacation yesterday, but his sister didn't want to, he said he wanted to poach here, Full." Ning Nada's Story.

"Well, his son must be spoiled? What's name?" ask me.

"Layla, uh Najwa...." Ning Nada seemed to be weighing up those two names.

"Layla or Najwa?" I asked to confirm.

"Two, two...." The answer. Makes me even more confused.

"Two people?" I'll make sure again. I thought it was just one person, but Ning Nada mentioned two names. Or maybe, he forgot what the girl's name was.

"No... One guy. Her name is Layla, but here usually the kids call her Najwa." Clearly Ning Nada.

"Oh...." I'm just a 'Oh ' ria.

Come on, that's when I need to find the girl. I asked the santriwati committee, and immediately got her whereabouts at that time.

I stepped on my feet, approaching him.

"Mak Layla, or Ma'am Najwa?" I asked.

Not only was he surprised, but so was I. Not only was he staring at me, but my eyes also seemed to lose control when I saw the spotlight.

"Both, name, me." The answer made me instantly aware. So loud, and so loud.

"Oh...Then, what should I call?" asked me again. I equalized his steps. However, it turned out that he just left me, and that was without answering my question.

Being a committee of santri's home group is not as easy as imagined. Must check, one by one santri who participated in the group. Not only his son, but his stuff as well. Prepare P3K needs to get ready, if later on the trip there are those who experience sudden illness, or motion sickness. And others, some of it.

The bus started to run, after I led a prayer together. All passengers are safe and calm.

It was half way, and our bus stopped at the rest area. Many santri who come down, to just let go of fatigue because they sit too long. There are also those who take the time to go to the toilet and buy food.

I saw the girl's bench, saw two heads. That means he's not getting out of his place. I ventured to get to him, again.

"Sir, wonten sing in perlukne, mboten (So, what is needed, right)?" I asked, looking at him immediately.

Instead of answering me, he turned his face away. Is he ashamed, or does he dislike my arrival?

"Mpoten, Kang." After a few seconds, but I could hear clearly.

"God, daughter is ashamed...." I said.

After that I immediately left, because some santri started to arrive. I don't want to make such a slander. Moreover, he seemed to be uneasy when people started talking about him.

No stopping, at that moment. Somehow at the beginning of the incident, the bench that was right behind him, which was originally sat by the princess santri as well, they asked to move in front, because one of them was drunk, and unusual, sit in the back. So, my seat, which was originally behind the driver, I finally handed it to them, we switched seats. The atmosphere was very quiet, as almost all the passengers were fast asleep.

The journey, it is very time-consuming, especially today, min one day. The number, vehicles passing by, densely creeping. In almost every city we have traffic.

My lyrics, Layla bench before I sit down. He's asleep, fast. Leaning, side of his head, on the glass of the bus. The road is not infrequently steep, but in staying asleep. Maybe, he's very tired.

"Come, kang!" I had to be patted to wake myself up, who was so comfortable looking at his father's face.

I slide my body and sit, right behind him. In between the chairs, I saw the back of his head. I think I want to scream. I don't know, suddenly my heart was blossoming. The tiredness, and the drowsiness that had been ambushing me, suddenly disappeared instantly.

For a few seconds, I just stared at the back of his head. My sitting friend is asleep again.

Huh... What the hell happened to me? why can't my heart stop beating? even this mute roar, losing fast with my heartbeat.

Several times, the road passed the ramp, whether in the area where the current time. Why is it the main road, it can be this cruel. Set up a lot of climbs, and also holes. Fortunately, at night, if it was day I would look out, and take note of the area we were currently passing through. So later, if allowed I will report to the city government. Calm down, Dharma. Never mind, the city government, the RT chief of your house, I don't know.

That irritated feeling suddenly burst into my chest. Either because of her path, or because of it, she saw Layla's head hit many times, on the glass she made a backrest.

He saw himself waking up for a moment, looking out the window. Perhaps, he had the same thoughts as me, wanting to know where we were now. And, also thought to record the path that made him wake up from his sleep.

Huh! Come, Dharma...Don't think the no-no. He only looked out for a moment, then folded the glass curtains of the bus. I guess, he'll hang the curtains on the iron bus pegs. But, no...He made it for his head pads, which he then rested again on the glass of the bus. After that, he did not move anymore, perhaps continuing his sound.

Want to feel, give my palm to her. But what am I. Just hallucinating, imagining that scene is the same as in the movie I once watched on my friend's laptop.