(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 33

After the Isya prayer, we had a family of good-bye. We have been here for five days now, and it is time to return to Kediri. Two days later, all activities began to be active. College, work, and of course Layla must also prepare to return to the cottage.

No doubt, there must be a sense of loss at this separation. Not knowing when else, we will all regroup.

Desperate in the hope of fear, if you can not meet again. No one can know someone's death. Moreover, Akung, he is already very old.

"Dongak no me. Mugo-mogo, in paringi long life, if iso delok putu-putu success, lek iso you mugo-mugo iso delok Albi utowo Layla marry sek, lah (Please pray for me. May I live a long life, see my grandchildren succeed. If you can, I hope to see Albi or Layla get married first)." Message him before we leave.

About soul mate and death. Who knows, who will come to us. Second is a destiny that cannot be. And both, are the secrets of everyone's life.

"Mas, Salwa asked for your ha-pe number" Layla said.

I told him to sit in the back seat. Goods times, if he is sleepy can go straight to sleep. But, she insisted on accompanying me, driving the car.

Dad and mom are no longer talking, I see from the windshield, he's both asleep. While Layla just turned on her phone during Trenggalek, she did not activate.

Layla is a child who is not crazy with cyberspace. In fact, including the cake. Usually, if the holiday santri, surely what they do is look for something that is again trending on social media. Explore various sites and also like to upload every moment of their vacation. But none of that happened to Layla. Never mind, the status of FB or Insta story IG, WhatsApp only, he is rarely online.

Just now, the sound of his hape motif sounds continue. He got annoyed, and deactivated his ring.

One of the notifications, is a chat from a girl named Salwa. I guess I won't hear his name again. But, it turns out that name is back. He even asked for my number.

"He's third grade, right? Just like, you?" ask me before I say yes and no.

"Yes. He said he'd get married if he graduated." Layla replied, her eyes still staring at the phone screen in her hand.

"Well! Do you have a candidate?" surprised me

Layla stared at me, her eyes glaring perfectly.

"YES! YOU, MASS!!" Ketus Layla's.

My eardrum buzzed because of Layla's tone. I had to stroke my ears to get back to normal.

Is he angry, or upset, or why? Suddenly the mood got worse and creepy.

"Just relax, Nduk. Oh, yes, just ask. Besides, I can be the candidate. You know, the guy hasn't." My word. I kind of put my tone down, so as not to touch his heart. Although, I also don't know, why he's upset like that.

"Already, Mas. Is this answered what try chat? Can you, not give me the number? If I could send, the number! If not, what should I say? I'll be stingy later, don't want your number. Think the sister is aggressive with her brother? How's it? Replied what? Anyways? Don't shut up!!! Anyway anyway, want PDKT must pass me first. Not directly to the person...It was wrong, so!!! How's it?! What's it, or whatever, take a call! Let's be clear!!!"

"Mother-Nduk...Why, tho? what's a rame bangeti?"

I looked back, watching my mother wake up from her sleep. I glanced at Layla who was throwing a face. His face was red.

"Hehehe. Nopo-nopo, Buk. Even the maleh sare genie (Nothing, Buk. Already, I'm sleeping again)" I replied.

Finding Layla no longer talking, mother went back to sleep. His drowsiness was possible, unable to be restrained.

The night road is very quiet. We have just entered the Kediri area. To get to the house maybe in about half an hour. I was still silent, Layla also looked indifferent.

I don't know what he's thinking. Who was he angry with, to vent his anger on me. I remember him that night, that night. He was also indecisive angry, careless for no reason.

I grabbed Layla's cell phone that was just left out. See short messages from friends. He only glanced for a moment, then indifferently again.

I saw a short message from Salwa. He had even sent a message the day after Layla's return from the cottage. It may be immersed or accidentally not countered by Layla. The message, just read.

I smiled, looking at the short message. I also accidentally saw her profile picture. Stunned for a moment, in amazement at her beauty. This himself? It's charming, and nice to look at. It's worth it, I immediately agreed, after seeing her meet him. Which man can reject himself? She is not only beautiful, even a daughter of a Kyai.

Remembering that, my heart became faint. Who am I, to dream of a match with him? I'm even just an orphan who's in luck, because it was picked up by Layla's family.

I took my breath deep. I peed, my curiosity, and I sent a reply to a long-neglected chat.

Waaikumsalam, Salwa's.

Sorry just replied. Greetings from Albi as well. May you and your family be there always.

Sorry, I do not want to be contacted, or break the relationship. But, it would be nice if you send a message with Mas Albi, after you finish your exam. He said he didn't want to bother you first.

Hope you, understand what I mean.

Send.

I put Layla's phone back on the dashboard again. Just now, I put. Layla's hand quickly took it. He immediately saw the reply chat I sent to Salwa.

"Why not all of you? Let your graduates run out you can get married immediately! Isn't it, faster is better!" His tone is still high.

"Yes, you read it too. That's the reason.." Give me back.

Layla glanced sharply at me. He was not happy with my answer, or there was indeed a certain reason.

"You're afraid, whether you're aggressive or scared, I'm Salwa?!" ask me. Guess what Layla thought. I just remembered, the emotional change that night of the sambang, also because everyone was talking about Salwa.

"Yes...Yes fear is Aggressive, it is!'' Ketus. I saw a lie in his voice. Whatever his current anger is, don't know why it makes me tickle and want to laugh. In fact, I wasn't the least bit worried about his anger. Happy, strange, isn't it?

"Do you really want to? If this is your Mas Albi, get married to Salwa?" ask me.

He was surprised by my question. Not answering, instead looking at me. I don't know what he was looking for with his eyes. I climbed my eyebrows, smiling. Awaiting answer.