(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 32

Perverted after Si Mbok Nur left, Dharma said goodbye for a while, following him to the kitchen. Don't know, what's lacking, or there's something he wants to order again. She was there long enough, until Layla came out of the bathroom.

He tidied up his quadrilateral hijab, and gave me his messy backpack. Without him telling me, I understand. He wanted me to tidy up the contents of the bag, the black crackle containing his dirty clothes I put in the bag all at once.

"Coffee, you Mas?" tanyanya, while taking the coffee cup and immediately gulp it. I haven't agreed yet.

"Oh, Nduk...It's not mine." I said, by patting the jidat.

Layla immediately put it again onto the tray. His tongue was stretched out a little, his hands on the knobs were not clear.

"Well, Kirain's got, Mas Albi. Who's it, dong?'' ask with guilt.

"Have me, Ma'am." The sudden Dharma voice was already behind Layla. After Mbok Nur at the very end, carrying a tray, maybe it's the coffee that Dharma ordered for me.

It was worth being surprised to see Dharma, and immediately ran small, towards where I was, sitting hiding behind my back.

"It's the coffee.." suguh Mbok Nur.

"Supervous suwun, Mbok." Answer me.

I haven't received the coffee yet. A young man came again carrying a tray of food. Serving in front of me and the Dharma.

"Connecting, it's impossible to play at my house, so I'll just host it here. Same thing, this is my home. Isn't that right, Mbok?" Dharma.

"Yes, Gu_ uh...Yes, yes, do not hesitate. Today is free for both. Including the Mummy!" Mbok Nur, looking at Layla. Then, looking towards the Dharma, I don't know what code they are doing. Because after that, Mbok Nur withdrew and left the three of us.

"Monggo, Mommy. Forgive me (Please, Mas. Do not be shy)," said Dharma, please. He took three plates for us.

"Kok, you bother, tho. I'm really excited" I replied.

Trenggalek people are famous for being friendly, and not noisy, eyebrows are not relaxed if there are guests, will certainly be in herbal medicine by serving food.

"No need to worry, my. Monggo, Ms. Layla. I don't nyakot (bit), kok. It's also dead, it's burned." He said as he looked at Layla who was still behind my back. He was like a child, afraid of new people.

"Come, Nduk. Later, hunt in wait for people. In fact, in search later."

Layla came out from behind my back, inevitably sitting next to me, and came to eat with us.

He is not afraid, but rather does not like the presence of Dharma. His comfort was disturbed, even though the Dharma welcomed us warmly, and did not bother him at all. In fact, it often dilutes the atmosphere with its guyon.

"The thing is, I'm good at calling him how, huh?'' ask Dharma, because he just called Mas.

''Albi, only. I used to call him Albi.'' Directly by.

"Oh, yes, Mas Albi. Yesterday, I wanted to call Mas Qois, but why Layla called him Mas Albi." Reply Kang Dharma.

I'm just a mangosteen. While eating sweet sour squid and also sambel soy sauce. Mbok Nur cuisine is delicious, not inferior to restaurant cuisine out there. In addition, the smoked fish and also sambel terasanya. If it were not for the Dharma, I would have consumed all that food.

"Mas Albi is also his friend, Ning Nada, right?" ask Dharma.

"Yes. We are one college, and one period of stewardship. It used to be a lot, with discussions at the cottage. That tone, uh Ning Nada was deft the guy, chequey, Nothing should be quick, and precise. I'm until I lose it when I work with him." My stories.

"It's from childhood, like it's the guy." Dharma Sahut. I straightened my head.

"I mean, the story of the santri kang-kang is like that. Hehehehe" Imbuh. I guess he's known Nada for a long time.

"Oalah..kirain, you are also close to Nada."

He just grinned. Then continue eating. Layla doesn't talk much, she's eating. Either because of its delicious cuisine, or because it doesn't know what to say.

After all the food is finished. Dharma immediately took all the feeding containers, and gave them to someone, she cleaned up on her own without wanting me to help.

My phone rings, a call from my mom. They must have been looking for us. I was just saying, take Layla to the toilet.

Mom's voice from behind the phone asked where we were, and said we should be back soon.

"Yes. It's the last day in Trenggalek, later in the afternoon we go back to kediri." My answer.

"Come, Mas!" Take Layla. He can't wait to leave.

" Summer suwun, Kang. Anytime, can play to kediri." I said to Dharma. He was just grinning while scratching his back head.

"Snapjeh. Insya Alloh."

We just shook hands, Si Mbok Nur came again, with a large paper bag.

"This, for the family at home." Mbok Nur gave Layla the bag. He looked at me, then hesitantly accepted.

"Other time, if you're in Trenggalek, don't forget to stop by here again." Mbok Nur added.

"Suwun's temperature, Buk." Reply Layla, with a bow.

After that, we left the wooden shop. Walk to where our family is.

"Freak, right Mas." Layla said suddenly.

"Who?" ask me not to understand.

"Yes...Kang Dharma. Cook we just know, already in suguhi assortment. Bring it again." Layla Grousers.

"But, like, right?"

Layla stopped her steps, I looked towards her. His face was bent. I chuckled to see her look in the face.

"I mean, the cooking.." I continued.

He's back on his way. We continue the journey.

"Yes, I like it, anyway. I was if there wasn't Kang, I would've eaten it." Layla.

"Same, dong!'' My Sahut.

We laughed together. But, it is really delicious, Mbok Nur cuisine. I even want to quickly go home and gobble up the dishes he brought earlier.

We've met all the families. They nagged both of us for going too long. Mobile phone networks are not good in coastal areas, so it is difficult to contact us.

"That's what, Nduk?" ask Mother. He looked at the bag Layla was carrying.

"Food, Mom. We met a friend, and he immediately bought us. That's why we were long. And this, also from him." Layla replied.

"Friends? who's? how come you didn't meet with us?" ask me to interrogate.

" Layla's friend, Dad. I was just, yeah forget ya ngajak him acquaintance with Dad, Mom. It's a man, Dad." My legow.

Heard the words of men. Dad glared at Layla. I laughed at Layla who immediately pursed her lips. Must have been messing with Dad.

"Mas Albi, who's kind, well. Layla, mah.cute (Silent) just." Layla protest, which at that time did not accept if he would be made a scapegoat.

"Hehehe, Yes, Yah. He's Layla's friend, one of the cottages. He was also the one who yesterday kept Layla fit to go home with the group. It just so happens that his house is around here, because Albi is also familiar, so he dares to eat." Bela.

"Oh...Just watch. Sampek Layla is dating!" Threatening dad.

"Mboten-mboten (No-no)!" Elak Layla's.

"Easy-after. Let's go home!" My mother cried out.

A few minutes later, we returned home in two vehicles. Arriving at Akung's house, we took a short break. Pray, and eat from the Dharma. Everyone praised Mbok Nur's cooking. Bik Sarah said, if the cuisine is more delicious than the cuisine he had bought.

He's a man here. But rarely to the beach. Maybe, because the beach is a close thing, so it might not be something that should be prioritized.