(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 35

"Mas, um Mas upset yes, same mothers yesterday?" ask Layla.

We had just been shopping for the necessities for Layla back to the cottage. Because there is still time, Layla invited to stop by Brantas Park. The park, which is built right under the Jayabaya bridge of Kediri city.

This place is the target of many residents of Kediri to just look for the wind and entertain children. There are no toys or toys. But, the slide in this park is enough to make small children entertained. They make the skate as a slide. The strong wind from the direction of the river would make them seem as if they were flying in space.

Layla sat next to me. Her hands were loosely tearing off her Cornetton ice cream pack. He likes Cornetto the taste of chocolate with a sprinkling of bean toppings. His eyes were rounded after Cornetto's cover paper had slipped off completely.

"You, Mas?" bargained for.

With sparkling eyes I immediately ate the Cornetto sprout. Right in the toping of the beans as well as the frozen chocolate. After that I bite half. Layla gawked, her eyes fixed on the chocolate that was in my bite.

"Yes Alloh...Mas Albi, what, tho? You know I like that part!!!" His whimper, his face was already showing. I may regret offering it to me.

"There are, still, really." I said by taking some chocolate out of my bite.

"That's...You're in your mouth, you give it to me!" His grunt.

I smiled, raising my eyebrows.

"Sir, papa. It used to be, too, eating my scars." I said, and immediately put the chocolate bar into his mouth. He grimaced for a while, as if chocolate was medicine, but then he ate it too.

The rest of the ice cream in her hand she ate, and was no longer offered to me.

" So, haven't answered my question, you, Mom?"

Will frown, given the question of what Layla meant earlier. Then I thought again, after seeing a mother walking in front of us.

"Oh...About, Mothers?" Remember me.

He looked, then nodded. Then look ahead again, enjoy the Cornettonya while looking at the park and also the Brantas river.

"Yes upset, Nduk. They talk, just like." Answer me.

"If you're in peace, hate it?"

"Good Inspiration, No."

"Kok, can?" ask Layla again.

"It's not all that upsetting, it's hateful, Nduk. Depending on the severity of the case, after all we ourselves will lose if we hate someone."

"Emang, you don't have the same hatred for people?" ask Layla.

"If you can never, Nduk. Hate it, not because of anyone else. Because we grow it ourselves. Our hearts, which will hurt themselves. If so, who is trying to lose? Us, right?"

Layla listened to it without looking at me. His hands were dirty, the ice cream marks he had just spent. I thrust out the handkerchief I put in my pants pocket.

"Assynnhyes!!!" Someone is behind us. Stand between the two of us.

"Getishalam." My reply, almost at the same time as Layla.

Andre has moved in front of us. Layla's eyes immediately followed the stranger. I had glared at Andre, as he stood directly before Layla.

A happy face, clearly drawn there. His hand carries a skybord. Pencil trousers, with a torn design under his knees. T-shirts oblong abstract motifs and hats in reverse position cover his head. Her front hair was on her forehead.

"Assalamualaikum, Layla?" Greetings to Layla.

"Getishalam." Reply Layla.

"You're here too?" ask me.

Hearing my question, Layla immediately looked at me. Perhaps, it was aware that the person in front of him was someone I already knew.

"Layla, don't you ask me what my name is?"

Andre ignored my question, he was still focused on Layla who was still confused.

"Who's your name?" ask Layla carefully.

"Dad." Andre replied, his smile was still on display. It feels so bad to me, slap his face.

"Dad?" ask Layla to make sure.

I-i know. Andre wants to beat Layla. But, it looks like the fight is not good. Layla remained flat-faced, and confused herself.

"Haha. Kapoks! Your fight, don't have my "Ejek.

Andre scratched his head. His eyes were still staring at Layla.

"Your friend, Mas?" ask Layla.

I'm nodding. Andre sits cross-legged in front of Layla. Take off his hat, and straighten his hair. Layla looked at him in wonder.

"Don't be there, Mommy." Layla. Maybe he doesn't feel good if there's someone in front of him. What a weird thing again.

"Don't call me, Mas dong!" Reply Andre.

"La, continues?" ask Layla.

"Darling to." Andre replied, grinning.

This time Layla immediately blushed in embarrassment. Scream with laughter. Not waiting for long, my leg immediately poked Andre's knee.

"Darling, you want to, anyway. Just look after him, it's me now." Andre said as he snatched towards Layla.

Layla did not answer. He came back laughing.

"Tuh, it's Bi...Layla is happy with me. Long time ago, the pretentious worry I can't be happyin' him." Andre Tandas.

Andre made Layla laugh. It was different yesterday when I met Dharma. She is also a friend, but Layla is afraid to get close to her.

A sister's instincts, must want her sister to be happy. No exception, I. But I'm not sure about Andre, it's not the first time he's thrown a crocodile like that. He's a snapper-class crocodile. Wherever possible, I'd calm down if Layla knew someone like that.

Happy now, not guaranteed in the end. It was different yesterday with Dharma, even though Layla was afraid, but I can believe that Dharma will not be anything to do with her. At least, he had also managed to take care of Layla.

"Already, Nduk. Come home! Don't stay with him for long!" Take me to stand.

"Yes, your brother is scared, right. If I hurt you. Though, I don't do anything, Lo." Andre didn't take it when I suddenly took Layla home.

"Hehehe...Yes, I have, Mas. We go home first, sometime in advance, yes!" Layla.

I looked into Layla's face. Putting your face to no purpose.

"OKs. But really, yeah! Ask for the WhatsApp number then,"

Layla who usually does not want her WhatsApp number given to others. Suddenly immediately gave the number to Andre. With pleasure anyway.

I grumbled not wanting to know anymore. Waiting for the two men to transact phone numbers.

"Assalamualaikum, Andre Mas." Hail Layla.

"Waaikumsalam, dear Layla...." Reply Andre by launching a kiss bye towards Layla. Seeing that I immediately pulled Layla's hand. Get away from the crocodile man.

We're in the car, and we're leaving Brantas Park. But, that smile still puffed up on Layla's face.

'' Don't try WhatsApp-pan with Andre. He's Playboy." My word.

"But he's good, Mas." Denying Layla.

"He was like that to all women. Where is it good!"

"But, I was close to him. Friend, anyway."

I hit the wheel when Layla denied me. With ease, answer all my statements.

"Anyways, I don't want to. If you're close to him!" My protest.

"Why, anyway. It was true what Andre said. The brother is overprotective." Legally.

Not that he keeps arguing. My heart feels bad. That's what I'm afraid of, if he meets Andre. Just the first time she met, she had already changed Layla's attitude towards me.

"Andre!!! Watch out, Lo!!" My anger is in my heart.