(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 28

After a long day of travel, I thought that she was a jutek girl, and had no sweet taste at all. During the trip, I always tried to make it, comfortable with asking a lot of questions about him. But, he only answered two sentences, between 'Nggeh and Mboten. I got my head shot, made it.

Bus stops at Muktamar Hall. This Lirboyo boarding hall became, a stopping center for the santri troupe of Kediri city. And, become a temporary stop for santri, another city. Like, Tulungagung, Trenggalek, and Blitar.

I was the one from earlier, hanging out with the other committee, shocked by an unfamiliar number call. Without further ado, I immediately raised. Only then, I know, if that number belongs to Layla's guardian.

The voice of a man, maybe he was the one Ning Nada meant. Friends, one of his huts, and a friend who had warned him to look after his sister.

My prank soul, churned for a moment. I asked him to take Layla, and he said he was in the trunk. As he asked, where is Layla now?

A few minutes later, I saw the figure. He walked, among the crowd of other parents. He is the youngest, even his age is worth mine. Straight away, I approached her, and I guessed who she was.

"The thing is, Layla?" guess me.

He was surprised by my sudden presence. It was clearly visible from the look on his face. I smiled, to take away his surprise. Uh, we're both men. But, I can tell if he turns out not to lose his good looks to me. And again, she looks fashionable with her hodie and jeans. Quite charismatic, but I feel that the face of the brother sister is very different.

He asked his sister directly. It was as if he could not wait to meet her. Immediately, I headed straight to where Layla was. He said his brother had picked him up.

"Where, Kang?" ask enthusiastically.

His face changed by one hundred and eighty degrees Celsius, eh wrong there was no celsius. The sparkle of his face immediately emanated, his eyeballs perfectly rounded, his lips twinkling like a flower to find its coming season.

This was the first time, he asked me, and for the first time, I saw a smile on his face. I felt, at that moment the world stopped. Even my eyes, unable to be moved when her red lips were perfectly attracted, she said goodbye to her friend, but as if she was expressing her happiness.

"Assynolt,"

The body is gone, in front of me. React made me realize, and immediately brought me luggage.

"It's not necessary, Kang. I can do it myself." His sergeant, when I started picking up his stuff.

"You, take care of it. So, I have to take care of you, until your brother's there." I said, making other students around our place, cheering.

He just kept quiet, and then lowered his face. Really, sweet isn't it?

I took her to her brother. She instantly, kissed the palm of her brother's back, and that sparkling face looked more perfect. Maybe, that's a beacon of longing for his family.

After that they say goodbye, the man with him thanked me, for taking care of his sister.

If I could say, even forever I'm ready to take care of him. But, I just swallowed the word myself. Until the shadow of the brothers is lost, among many people.

"Gus, sampun in pangko kaleh rencang-rencang (Have been waiting with friends)."

Sarip's handclaps spread my daydream. I immediately saw some santri son was waiting for me.

Every year, we come here not only to take the students. But, also took the time to make a pilgrimage to the tomb of the founder of the boarding lodge Lirboyo.

The tomb is located in the cottage, need to walk again to get there. Because time was so tight, and we had to continue the journey again, I asked them to ride a rickshaw.

"Kang, I really want to go to Mbah Wasil's grave, huh?" I said, somehow there is a call in my heart to sowan on Mbah Wasil.

For a long time, I did not make a pilgrimage to the grave in Setono gedong. Usually, every time I come home from the cottage, or want to leave the cottage I took the time to stop by there. But, this year either because of busyness what, I did not have time to make a pilgrimage. And that night, I suddenly wanted to go there. Like there is a push, in the heart.

"But, Gus. It's about to go again, the bus," Sarip argued.

"Say, to umi yeah...I came home late. Later, let the other committee take care of the group. I got wangsit kayak e, tell Sowan Mbah Wasil first." I said with a grin.

Sarip welcomes, he is actually santri my cottage, but the same umi told to come with me to go with me. He has also been a friend for a long time.

Actually, pity. Surely when he got home later, he must have been angry at me for letting me go home alone. But, I don't know... Suddenly my heart moved to immediately sowan to Mbah Wasil. And it can't be disturbed.

After negotiating, Sarip finally nodded. He went home first, to the house, and I stayed here first, I made sure that tonight I would go home. But, later after I made a pilgrimage to the tomb of Mbah Wasil.

The road that night was very crowded, and almost all the points of the road were jammed. However, somehow, I, who was only able to rent an ontel bike in Lirboyo, was able to quickly pedal my bike through the streets that night. Passed many narrow roads, which are commonly called paved roads.

Once there, I immediately put my ontel bike in the parking lot.

"Sir, drop me off, yeah!" My exclaim to the parking attendant who is still a young father. He looked at my ontel bike, with a low gaze. Perhaps, it was meaningless, the goods of the times no one would be willing to take it either.

"Titip, yes sir."Again, I said, patting her on the shoulder. As he asked for a parking ticket, he gave it to him normally.

I rogoh, fill my pocket and coincidentally my pocket money is still there. I gave him one hundred thousand bills, he looked up at me head on, looking at me in wonder.

"There's no change" he said

"Take it, sir. The tumbler, as a sign of my gratitude, was willing to keep my bike. It's not mine either." I said while grinning.

"Well! Thank you, Mas. Safe anyway" he replied. Now with a face that is no longer sour.

I smiled, and then waved my hand. I continued on, heading for the tomb. My steps, a bit slow because visitors enslaved, it was my first time to Setono Gedong on a holiday night. And only I know, if at this time of night, more visitors, than usual days.

Looking for a place is hard, I finally found one place, for myself. In the corner of the tomb, next to the charity box. To reach that place, I must walk with my knees, because many pilgrims have started tahlilan, and yasinan.

It was a relief, when I could sit down. The aura of the tomb, warm enough, even he said sultry. However, I no longer ignore it, because my time is very tight. I started, looked at, read Al Fatihah a hundred times, and then started reading Tahlil and Yasin.

Although, the voice of the congregation was mutually modest - a barrier for me to Hidmat, and enjoying every dhikr of mine. I pray, all my wishes and also ask forgiveness from every point of sin I commit.

Just now, I opened my eyes. Just now, I sighed after finishing my dhikr. My eyes, back riveted. On the figure opposite me, sitting with her hands clenched together with her eyes closed. Not bored, his mouth was mumbling whether to say a prayer, what?

"Yes Robb...Just now, I asked for forgiveness, for my sins, but when you opened your eyes, you brought him, right before my eyes. Achaghfirullah...." I complained, I wiped my face, and I closed my eyes with my two palms.

On that day, exactly that night. I don't know, since when? My heart began to beat, with the mention of a new name in it. Yeah, a name that just suddenly sticks around, Layla. I don't know what he's negotiating with his Lord. However, hopefully my creator, can grant it. Amens.