(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 30

"Shame Princess?"

He raised his head, as surprised as I was. However, then he immediately looked back. To the voice that called his name.

The same man, who used to pick her up. All I know is, she's her sister. I am still their witness, when both are struggling. Brother, who scolded his sister for not being careful. Come clean, Layla's clothes are dirty will sand.

"Sorry, yes Kang. I don't see if there's anyone in front of me." That delicate voice, from the tiny lips in front of me. He stood up again, looking at me with a guilty look. I still couldn't believe the look in front of me, as if it was just a fantasy.

I realized, just after the man also asked for forgiveness. And more surprisingly, he remembered, who I was. Kang santri who has taken care of his beloved sister.

I reached out, told her my name, she shook my hand, and told her name back.

"Muhammad Qois Albifardzan." welcome him.

After that they say goodbye, before that his brother tells if his grandfather's house is in the village next door. I also told you, if my house is around here. Ready, if you want to stop by.

Magrib's time has come. Layla's sister takes her to Mushola. My eyes still looked towards them, just after they said goodbye. Suddenly I remembered, if their names were adrift in the story of Layla and Majnun. Incidentally, or maybe it was made like that by their parents. After all, they're brothers.

They're almost at Mushola, and I'm still glued to them.

"Yes Alloh... Later, my schedule will be there!''

I ran, until I reached a stall not far from the mushola.

"Mmd! Where's Mr Katijan, tho?" I shouted after I got there.

"Already in Mushola, Gus. Jenengan mriko mawon (Already in Mushola, Gus. You go there!" The voice from the kitchen room, without asking any more, I immediately ran towards the mushola. My thoughts are only one, immediately met with Mr. Katijan and told him to replace me as a priest in the mosque today. That'sthat's all.

Thankfully, Mr. Katijan I found out right away, he just came out of the men's room and just got into Musholah. Humbly, I asked him to pray magrib first.

"What's up, Tho Gus? Kok mboten sampean. I'd say, if the genengan so Ma'mun (Kok not you only. I don't feel good, if you're Ma'mun)."

"Hehehe...I want BAB sir, pity that people are waiting for me." Excuses are illogical, but managed to get Mr. Katijan to agree to my request.

After that, Mr. Katijan entered Mushola. The Jama'ah, have started arriving and as finishing queues in the toilets. I was about to go to the toilet too, but my steps stopped when I saw her sister Layla outside like she was confused.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Mom?" ask me. Fad, seek the same attention of prospective sister-in-law. He seems to be closer than his sister. And then, in this way, his sister can be conquered. At least, you'll be contacted.

"That's, I'm looking for a store. How's everything on the lid, huh?"

I went into a frenzy, and it was true that all the shops were closed. But, there's still a store open, uh most of the stalls are ding.

"What are you looking for, Mom?" ask me again.

"Search for clothes, Kang. Earlier, Layla's clothes were dirty, mamang if made to pray, later" he replied.

He is now focused on talking to me. I offer you a smile.

"If interest, I'll loan Si Mbok's shirt to, Layla Mas."

"Gee... Later ngerepotin." The reply was not good.

I was a stranger to him. It's only natural that he's like that. But, I tried to trust him to accept my help.

"Yes, it's Kang. Later, ask for help... Just love Layla. I want to queue wudhu first, afraid to miss jama'ah."

Immediately I headed for the stall, Si Mbok Nur. She was the wife of Mr. Katijan, whom I had just asked to succeed as a Muslim priest.

They are one of the married couples who have stalls on the beach. I often go to his shop, even has become my headquarters when me and my friends play on the beach.

Almost every holiday I help them to sell. At first they refused, but after every day I was there. Finally, they got used to my presence.

Their age is middle age. Moreover, Mr. Katijan, he is older than his wife Si mbok Nur. Although the age of twenty years, did not dampen their love and love. That's why I'm happy to be among them. I always see peace, love the sorrow they pass by both. Although, until the current twilight age, they were not gifted a son.

"Bok!!! I borrowed a shirt, Mu Mbok!!!" yell me. Making the Mbok Nur who was in the kitchen go straight out.

"Who are you wearing, Gus?"tanyakanya.

"Create...Fell, Mbok. Coincidentally, there was no change of clothes. I want to pray, but the clothes are dirty." I replied quickly.

"Cowok nopo chick?"

"Yes! Girls, it's Mbokk!! Cook me, borrow the Mbok's shirt for the boys!'' My exclamation.

"Hayoo's...Who?"

Upset, because the Mbok did not also give his clothes. In fact, tease and stare full of question marks.

"Udah! I'll be telling a story later. But, now borrow the shirt Mbok! The good ones, the clean ones, the fragrant ones!!!" My exclamation.

The Mbok took one shirt from inside the closet. A little while, having to choose the clothes I want.

"Is there a negligee, Gus?!"

"Sir, papa wes. Fragrant tree, clean." Answer me.

"I'm kepo, Lo Gus. Come see, can you, right?" ask her with a ignorant smile and eyebrows in the up and down.

"Don't, Mbok. Already, Si Mbok is here, watch the stall. Or fast prayer, gih. It's time to end." Prevent me.

Afraid also if Si Mbok Nur finds out Layla now. You can later give a report to Umi and Abi.

"Yes, weslah. But I'm curious, Gus. Don't look a little wes, behind that tree." Si Mbok Nur pointed towards the Ketapang tree. I pat my eel, however, will be caught if the Mbok hides behind the tree. Lawong Si Mbok Nur's body is larger than the trunk of the Ketapangnya tree.

"Yes, Mbok!! Yes...free! Ketapang Tree is only a small, its Mbok milan. Later, yeah...This is what I brought first!"

I immediately ran, towards Mushola again. Go to the princess's toilet. Sure enough, there I saw Layla was agitated. I took a deep breath, to make it look ordinary.

I approached him, and I expressed my intention to give him a change of clothes. I said too, if her brother told me to. I see him scared, see me.

I breathed deeply again, because the bag I presented, neither did he accept. Was, I so scared of her, that she was so hesitant to accept.

His eyes were glaring toward the men's toilet. He was waiting for his brother. However, neither did he find his figure. With hesitation, he finally accepted my presentation bag.

Before leaving I said my greetings, and he gently returned my greetings. One sentence, " Waalaikumsalam warohmatulloh wa barokatuh"

I turned my body back, and the smile I could not stand. No more, no I know what happened to him. For sure, I don't want him to know, if I'm in love with him right now.

Allohs...If love is so happy, why didn't I feel it in the first place?