(Not) Layla Majnun

(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 29


People say that a soul mate knows no time or place. He could come, without guessing. And it could be too late, when in the damba. That's why I don't want to think about it. Even so, I never forget to ask for a soul mate like everyone else in general.


When I met Layla. Almost every night I, incessantly seduce DIA, the owner of Layla. Suddenly, my heart sassy asked for it, urged it, and continued to pamper IT with beautiful dhikr-dhikr. So that my creator, on my side, may HE give Layla in my life.


"Dharma?"


That gentle call, pierced my ear. When I was concentrating, he suddenly grabbed my shoulder. His cold hand, which had just been exposed to ablution water made my whole body feel it.


" Wonten nopo (What's up)?"


Siti Aisyah, the first woman I gave the throne to my throne. Seeing his smile I could feel the coolness in my chest. To this day, I have never been in charge of denying whatever he wants. Only sometimes, if it was not burdensome, and did not cause friction in his heart.


Until now, I made her the only reason I could be happy. Because of his prayers, until this moment I never lack the sense of pleasure, and also luck in this world.


"Umi, what's wrong?" ask me again. When he was still silent, for fixing his seat. Sitting on my bed, while looking at myself who was still on the prayer mat, by turning the prayer beads in hand. His face was cool, while smiling knots like that.


"Is there a certain wish, until so long ago you knew?"


That's why a mother is higher. Until Rasullullah repeated the name three times, when a friend asked who we should respect. The Prophet said, "Your mother, your Mother, your Mother and then your Father" . A mother is very sensitive to the feelings of her child's heart. Several times, he asked me for a change in my attitude after coming home from the cottage.


Recalling, just a few days ago, he also said, "Ojo guya guyu dewe, wedi umi dadine. Enek opo (Don't smile yourself, fear umi will be. What's up)?" I still haven't answered that question until now. That's why he wants to know it again now.


"Many wishes, Mi. Doain Dharma, yes...May Allah grant Dharma's wish." My answer. My hands, began to hold onto those two soft, pure white hands. I elus-elus and then kiss.


"Soap smell, Mi!" My joke after kissing the palm of his back. He laughed, patting my shoulder. I grinned at him, and then hugged him.


"Emang e hajat, mu opo (Indeed, what do you wish for)?"


I was still drowning my face in the lap of the earth, smiling faintly at the thoughts of my prayers that I had chanted for a moment.


"Doain umi kaleh Abah, Mugi long life, healthy always, happy, and hopefully soon have a grandson."


Umi immediately raised my face, after listening to the last words. His eyes were wide open, as if he could not believe.


"You want Umi to have a grandchild soon?" ask again, not believing.


I nodded, and pulled my body justifying my sitting position, cross-legged in that spot.


"Do you want to, marry me?"


"Well, Umi. What would like grandchildren to be married first, can pass from Married Mothers ndalem." My eagle.


I don't know why, I'm still not ready to tell Umi about Layla. Layla's shadow is already full in my eyes, even the full moon behind my bedroom window, currently changing direction, became her face. However, the obstacle is, given that I do not fully understand Layla, I will not be able to answer any other questions, if this time the name comes out directly from my lips.


I chuckled a little, and still looked at Umi's face. I saw her happy face a few seconds ago, probably because I thought I was getting married, but now her flat face is back.


"Ah.umi! Forgive this son of yours who has not been able to tell me about the new name in my heart at this time. Later, there will be time, which is why I want to be more active in negotiating with Alloh." I said in my heart.


"But, Mi...If Dharma suddenly likes someone, can Dharma immediately apply, he?"


ask me carefully.


For a few seconds, Umi just looked at me, studied my every word, or maybe read what was implied in my mind.


"Yes, can. Origin, permission used to be the same Abah and Umi. Don't play lamar, aja. This old man of yours, also needs to know first, who that woman is." Answer the Umi finally.


I bend my face for a moment. Huh! That's the one I'm afraid of. I don't quite understand who Layla is. His family how, but according to the information I heard, he's from a regular family. Not from a pesantren family like us, but every family is indeed graduates of all pesantren.


"Mik, promise me...Whatever Dharma's choice, it will be. Umi, always pray for Dharma." I stared fixedly again, my beloved woman who was stroking my crown.


"The problem is, kui kersane Gusti Alloh, Le. Umi namung iso dongak. But, lek iso ya golek sing Umi Karo Abah remen Yoan (Mouse problem, it depends Gusti Alloh. Umi can only pray. But, if you can, yeah look for the same Umi Abah likes as well)."


I let out a breath. Suddenly the room became crowded. However, umi's submission to Alloh relieved my heart a little. That means, there are still many opportunities, I can still try to keep asking Layla, for my life.


"Cock smile? Do you have a candidate?"


ask Umi. Perhaps, he realized when I was smiling to myself when I imagined Layla.


"Emmm... Doain, it's Mi. Later, if he really is a Dharma match, I will tell you." Answer me.


Umi smiled, she did not ask anything more. Maybe he understood, if his son still did not want to tell about his feelings.


"Amen...Amens...Amens...Hopefully if the soul mate, get close soon, right." Mother's prayer. I smiled sweetly. It felt good, as if he had received his blessing.


After that time. Either because of Umi's prayer, or it has been destined. I met him again. Unexpected, and unexpected.


The body hit me from behind. Suddenly, I immediately turned around, and I found him slumped, under me, already mixed with sand beach.


My eyes are still fixed, not believing. My body, not even helping her straight away, just remained motionless, making sure that she who was in front of me was, My Shame Princess, my Layla.


"Shame Princess?"


The call came out on its own. Without, I realize.