(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 31

Mature but still careless. It could be, he fell from a large rock, even though there was absolutely no moss.

I'm like a father, worried about a child who just fell. Carry the goods, and also a change of clothes that later to give birth.

While at the beach, almost every day I buy beach sarongs for Layla. Every time he played water, he would confidently go to the bathroom without wearing a body cover. In fact, his body shape is clearly visible when the clothes he uses are soaked. Finally, I was the one who had to be inspired to cover her body with the beach sheath I bought.

Right now, I'm cupping a scabbard on his body. After that take him to one of the bathrooms, to purify himself.

To go back to where our family was, it would be too far. So, I suggest to go to the bathroom that is near our current location.

"Ke Mushola, Mas" he said.

Mushola is not too far away, but the bathroom there is not allowed for beach visitors. Unless, if only for prayer.

"To that stall, Nduk. Not in Mushola, can't take a bath there." My proposal.

I saw a stall not far from Mushola, and there it was written also providing a bathroom and mushola.

"Yes already. I think the place is clean, too."

Without a second thought, we headed straight for the shop. The stall with the bamboo building was quite crowded, but it was also convenient to just hang out and wait for the queue.

Just like other stalls, behind the stall there are also several bathrooms for rent and a building background for rest, or can also be for prayer.

"Oh, is the bathroom empty?" ask me.

"Oh, riyen Mas, Kulo incenge riyen (I peeped first)." Answer the mother, as she huddled back. I chuckled to see him running back, his big enough body making himself like a big walking doll.

"Mas, there's a lot of guys here, move, Yuk?" Take Layla suddenly. His face snatched, his eyes narrowed, his lips pouting.

"Awhile, tho. She was in question by her mother, really. Not good, if you suddenly leave. If it doesn't exist, we'll go." My eagle.

"Cold, Mom." Said complaining.

His face grew sour, after hearing my rejection. I sighed, I grabbed her hand, and I rubbed it to warm her up a bit.

I saw that the shop mother was back, she came straight to us. Still with a frenzy, but a smile on his face can indicate if there is an empty bathroom at this time.

"Monggo, Mommy. Bathroom, something's empty." Mother was inviting.

I got up immediately, picked up the backpack containing Layla's clothes.

"Come on!" Excite me, please,

"Temenin, how many guys?" whining.

"Yes.iya... I'm waiting in Musholla." My answer.

I had to pull his hand, for him to rise from his seat as well.

"Far away, Mushola is there, I want him to wait in front of the bathroom!"

"At the back, there's Mushola, right, ma'am?" ask the owner's mother.

"Ngeg, Mom. Mongoose, Monggo. Don't worry Ma'am, the Musholah is right in front of the bathroom, Kok. So it won't be far from the mama." The mother shone while grinning.

After hearing that, Layla just wanted to get up from her seat, and walk towards the back of the stall. Right, behind the stall were five bathrooms, lined up and empty in between.

"I wait, right there. You take a shower, first." I said, and handed the bag to Layla. He took what he needed, and then he went into one of the bathrooms, and I went to the Musholah in front of him.

Mushola is not too broad, if in the mill it may be 6 x 6 square. Pretty clean, and also neat. I see, there is a glass cabinet containing prayer mats, mucenas and also the Qur'an in it. He's on top of that glass cabinet, there's a charity box.

I approached the box, interested in the words attached to the outside. A word that arouses the soul, "Give alms, before you are at peace".

Reading the writing, it immediately made me look for my wallet, and put some money into the charity box.

"Bok!!! Coffee, one yes, Mbok!! I'm in Musholah!" shouted someone from the direction inside the stall. I looked up, towards the voice. A man entered the hallway, heading towards where I was. I vaguely did not recognize the figure because the hallway was quite dark, but when he came out, then I found out who he was.

"Dharma, right?" ask me when she also stopped walking after seeing me.

I smiled, and then took him to shaman. He shook my hand, but his eyes seemed to be looking for something around me.

"Kok, is it here, Mas?" ask again

I told him to sit with me, but he actually wanted to come here.

"Yes, I come here almost every day. La, you?" ask me back. He was cross-legged in front of me.

"Cooking, tho, Mas? I'm here every day. But just today, look at me."

"I mean, I go to the beach every day. When it comes to this shop, I'm here first." Obviously me.

"Whoa.kirain. It is only today that we meet again here. I'm here every day, Mom. Help Si Mbok Nur..." Reveal again.

I'm mangosteen. Perhaps what Si Mbok Nur meant was, the woman who owned this stall.

"Still brother?" ask me

"Still, Mas. Brother of the Prophet Adam." The answer. With a small laugh.

I'm smiling too. Humorous youth, since the first time he met he always melted the atmosphere with his chin.

"Boy!! Mas Albi!! Please, get me my towel, dong! Forgot that, still in the backpack!" Layla Shouts. I took a deep breath. He screamed like that, like we were at home. I glanced, at Dharma who was also definitely shocked, with Layla's cry.

"Start, yeah." I said, getting up from my seat and walking towards the bathroom.

The bathroom in Layla is still closed. I immediately grabbed a towel from inside the backpack he hung in front of his bathroom. Then knock slowly on the bathroom door. Moments later, the hands up to his elbows came out of the bathroom. I handed the towel to him.

"Don't look! Just watch!" Exclaims. I'm spinning around, maybe he's I think I'm gonna peek at him.

"Win, spiel!" My word.

He closed the bathroom door again. A few moments later, the sound of tap water was lit. I don't know, what else he's doing now.

I'll be back in the mushola soon. Sit with the Dharma again. He was leaning, laying down one leg, and bending the other. His hand was holding a cell phone. Looks like he's been browsing through the gawan.

Realizing my arrival, he immediately bent his legs again. Cross again, as before.

"He's...Layla?" tanyakanya.

"Yes...Sorry, yes disturbing. He is like a child." I replied.

"Haha... It's okay, Mommy." Reply with a broad smile.

Our conversation stopped, when Si Mbok Nur came to bring coffee. It must be a Dharma order.

"Mbok, make another coffee, yeah!" Pinta Dharma's.

"It's not been a drink yet, Gu_

"Make this, this Masnya. He's my friend, Mbok." Sela Dharma before Si Mbok Nur finished his speech.

"Oah. Da...Da...Ready it!"

"Eh, two more ding, Mbok." Dharma Error.

"No, just one. Don't bother." Sela. We often meet, but it is not good if it is troublesome. Besides, we don't know very well.

"Make, Layla?" Her speech.

"No need. Just one, Layla later if you want, let's ask for mine." I explained.

Dharma seemed to be stuck for a moment, as I spoke my words. Then then, he again looked towards Si Mbok Nur.

"Yes already, Mbok. Just one more." Said.

Si Mbok Nur, go straight into the stall again. Completing the Dharma order.