(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 36*Muhammad Arya Dharma*

"Mbok Nur!!!" Shouted when I got in front of the shop. The middle-aged woman, straight out from inside the stall. Today was a visitor. The beach looks uninhabited.

"What's up, tho Gus?" ask struggling. These few days I have indeed troubled Mbok Nur. It's all because of who, if not Layla. Even today, I also want to trouble Mbok Nur again.

"Masakin, sweet spicy calamari, same fish grilled Mbok." I replied. I walked into the kitchen, looking at the cooking ingredients and the food. Because Friday, Mbok Nur did not prepare much material.

"Everyone, it's Mbok." I said, while Wira wiri to the front and back of the stall.

"What's in all the cooking? Earlier, the Mbok was already giving provisions for later back to the cottage. Still less?" ask Mbok Nur.

With a sweet smile, and narrowed my eyes. I said, "For the sake of the future ghost, Mbok."

"I mean, you're Layla?" asked Mbok Nur curious

I nodded my head. I heard Layla's name. Mbok Nur directly put up his cooking telemetry.

"Emang, would you like to apply, Gus?" ask Mbok Nur.

I sat in the plastic chair in the kitchen, watching Mbok Nur concoct the spices that would be made cooking. His hands were good at picking up materials, which he had already memorized the portions. Even sometimes, without seeing him can guess how much salt should be poured. Or how much chili, which has been pureed.

"Well, it's so Mbok. Pray, yes Mbok. I'm accepted." Answer me grinning. Talking about Layla makes my mood happy.

Until now, only Mbok Nur can talk to me about Layla. Saying his name, would provoke other dialogues he had between us. Once, when I told Layla, Mbok Nur forgot to turn off the stove, and made his cooking scorched. Either because he was curious about Layla, or because my story was always passionate, and pulled ears to continue listening to her.

I once read in a friend's Instagram feed, there it was written down. If the opium of one's love, when he is not tired of calling his beloved's name. At that time, I was just mesem, and said if it was just a fight. But, it feels like karma is happening to me. I feel that way. I didn't stop saying Layla's name.

"So, umi Aisyah already knows about Layla Gus?" ask Mbok Nur.

Suddenly happiness dimmed. All this time I never hid anything from my Umi. In fact, even when I do mischief, I will ask him for permission. For me, his prayer, is blessing. However, right now I am afraid to start talking about my secrets to him.

If I were the son of a mother like Mbok Nur, I would be proud to say I was in love with Layla. I will ask him to propose to her. Asking her, join in seducing Layla to accept my proposal.

But, I am the son of my Umi, wife of Abah Umar Al Faruq. Even his name alone could make demons afraid to approach him. Moreover, I'm his son. Until now, the first person in the world I feared was my own Abah.

Ever stopped in my mind, why did my mummy not marry someone named Muhammad. Didn't Sayyidah Siti Aisyah the wife of Prophet Muhammad? And how can an Umar Al Faruq who can be his soul mate.

But, if my Umi marries someone named Muhammad, can I be born from their love? Will I be who I am now? Or maybe my name is not Dharma?

"Gus, how about daydreaming, tho?" The hot silk from the frying pan was directly flicked in front of me. Make, a little oil liquid hit my hand.

"Yes, Mbok. My arm blisters, huh? Responsibility." I said by showing a hot oil splash point in my hand.

"Here, Wong Lanang kui kui kudu strong! Ngunu tok, wes sambat (The man must be strong! That's it, just complaining!" Spray Mbok Nur. I grin.

"So how? Miss Nyai, do you know about Layla yet?" mbok Nur repeated his question.

I lifted my face, I saw Mbok Nur breathing heavily. His heavy body instantly, along with the breath he just let out. He also felt disappointment.

"Why, Not a story? If you haven't asked for your Umi and Abah's blessing, how can you treat Layla?"

Although Mbok Nur knows what the answer is. Why is he still asking about that? Did, he wanted to confirm his conjecture by asking directly like that?

"Not brave, Mbok. Jenengan, you know for yourself how Umi and Abah." Answer me.

Even so, he continued cooking and preparing the food I ordered. He didn't ask me anymore about my parents.

"This is for Layla and her family. Later, if you meet him, Si Mbok nitip greetings. Say, if Si Mbok is waiting for him to visit Trenggalek again." Mbok Nur's Message.

She played the mother figure that I wanted to get right now. Restu, from a mother to her son who will fight for her love. He forgot the question that made me weak.

"Ready, Mbok! Do it!" My exclamation.

I carry a large paper bag on both hands. After getting what I want, I say goodbye to Mbok Nur. Ba'da prayers Friday, I'm back at the cottage. I, who usually molested, suddenly eager to return. It's all because, uh, that short message I sent in Layla's number last night.

With reason, the agenda of the group bus that will pick up the students and santriwati. I got a reply, which was surprising. He signed up to be the one who will participate in the group.

Right then, I packed my things. And asked Sarif, to advance our bus departure schedule.

"With the entourage, Gus?" sarif asked, he did not expect that I would go with the group. Because usually, I only take care of his departure and do not participate in the group. Not like when the group came home yesterday.

"Yes. I'm coming, I'm back with you." Answer me.

Still amazed, he immediately connected several group organizers if the departure schedule will be advanced early. I also asked the bus from Trenggalek who will stop to Kediri to pick up the santri from Kediri.

"But Gus, all this time who stopped at Kediri bus from Tulungagung. That's close, and it won't take long. But, if from Trenggalek that stops, it will take a long time." Denying Sarip.

Sarip is still holding his ha-pen which is still connected in the call. I'm guessing if the committee he's calling right now, doesn't agree with the schedule changes and provisions I'm making.

I asked for his phone. With hesitation, he gave the employee to me.

"Bis Trenggalek who will stop by kediri. If the problem is time. I've asked Sarip to advance his departure schedule. So just calm down. No one's gonna be late." My light.

I didn't get a rebuttal from someone behind the phone. He simply replied in a low tone, and was willing to obey my will.

Notes:

Jenengan, sampean \= You