(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 37

The bus arrived at Muktamar, Kediri. Because of the departure schedule that I have, many santri and santriwati have not come.

We should have come, the students could have gone straight in, and continued on their way. But, because the bus arrived early, the clock notification was raised suddenly, requiring us to wait.

"Gus, the food tumben of mbok Sri much?" sarip asked as I invited him to eat first, while waiting for the santri to gather all.

I'm looking for a place, in the front courtyard of the Al-Hasan mosque. There, we rolled out plastic mats and started enjoying the food together. I also asked Sarip to invite other santri, to come eat with us. It would be better if we ate together.

"Well, just this. Drop as usual." Answer me.

"Well, keep that two?" ask Sarip curiously. He was the one I asked to put a paper bag containing food from Mbok Sri into the bus. It was only natural that he thought that the food was for them as well.

"That's for someone. You'll know for yourself, too,"

"For Najwa, huh Gus?" whispered Sarip, right in my ear.

I immediately choked on the food when he mentioned Najwa's name. Yes, Najwa is Layla herself. The santri used to call him Najwa.

"Sttts...Don't loud. That'll be heard, someone else." I said I was starting to panic. I looked around me, making sure that the chatter just now nobody heard it.

"So right, Gus?" sarip asked even sparkled, as if not believing.

I still asked him to be quiet, hinting at the index finger on my lips. My eyes are glaring sharply at him.

"Joss, Gus! Continue, but secretly Najwa much like. At Grub the son santri he likes the most." Sarip.

"Mosok, tho? I don't know what I know."

"Bon Mboten ngertos, mboten enter grub santri. Gawagis mboten pareng in, Gus. The santri mawon. (You don't know, don't go into grub santri. The gus-gus can't go in. Just santri special)"

"Even at most, the contents arek-arek dablek koyok your crew (Bad kids like you)."

Sarip replied with a grin while nodding his head. I finished my meal, because I had just seen Mas Albi's car, just entered the gate of Lirboyo's cottage. I quickly got up from my seat, washed my hands on the toilet faucet and washed my face.

"Gus, don't go straight to samperin!" Prevent Sarip who immediately got up earlier, and tailed behind me.

"La Why?" ask me wonder. He's blocking me, if a lot of students are after him, then I have to move fast.

"Casual, Gus. Later, if the genengan directly familiar. Layla even ilfeel. If we're facing a girl like Najwa, we're gonna have to pull it over." Bright Sarip.

Sarip then explains at length. If Layla is the type of girl who does not like it if many people pay attention. He also doesn't like being bullied, ignorant and stupid. Many of Sarip's friends gulped because Layla never responded. Not just one, but several people who DM and call Layla's number, but none of whom she replies to. In fact, he's online.

"Nehitin, it's Gus. We chatted, with feelings. Uh, he's online but look at our chat!" Sarip

I woke up after hearing that. There's a sense of relief, because I'm not the only one in Layla's cuekin. Even my DM has not been answered until now. But somehow the story. When I offered the bus, he immediately agreed.

How about, I get Layla's number? Yes, after meeting with Layla I directly asked Ning Nada to ask Layla's number for her Mas. One message from Ning Nada, directly reply by Masnya. My reason was again about the group, and also the reason Layla's stuff was missing.

"So, what should I do?" ask Sarip. Right now it seems like he is more experienced than I am.

"Yes, if you want to see Najwa and his family. Gus, can be sok menggurusin the group. The hero, ask, what is the need and ask anyone who has not come. Like a real committee, be it!" Sarip.

"Hehehe...Well, the point is, Gus is to get attention, is." Reply Sarip.

I finally agreed to Sarip's proposal. Start to go to the groups and talk with them. It is something I usually do. But, I can't dodge if right now I really want to look cool in the eyes of many eye pairs. My only goal is to steal Layla's attention. But, it seems like he was not hooked either. From the opposite direction, he was still standing with Mas Albi, in front of them was a married couple. I'm guessing, if they were Layla's parents and Mas Albi's.

I walked towards them, so that I could be seen by them. And right, Mas Albi saw me. Layla and her parents' eyes.

Deg.

My heart can't be neutral anymore when my gaze with Layla collides. Added to the look of his family, who at that time seemed to be welcoming me.

"Dharma?!"

Albi called me. He waved his hand, I immediately returned the wave. It's okay, now Masnya then, someday, also Layla herself will do it.

As Sarip said. I had to face Layla with a pull-out. After my longing was over, I went back to chatting with the friends in front of me, the cool-ass and the important pretentious.

"Silence, Dharma. Don't you directly samperin them." I said in my heart, though my eyes could not bear to see Layla.

From the tail of my eyes I saw, Mas Albi walking over to me. The closer I got to my position, I pretended to have just noticed. After that, I walked up to him.

"Busy, huh?" ask Mas Albi. He stretched out his hand, and I shook his hand immediately.

"Dia, Mother. Talk to friends." Answer me.

"Oh. If there's a time I've known you and Mom. Yesterday, at Trenggalek I was at their protest for not taking you to meet them." Said Mas Albi.

I want to immediately agree. But again I remember what Sarip said. If I had to pull it. I pretended, looking at the friends I was chatting with. Sok weighing Mas Albi's invitation.

"Just a minute, yeah." I said, with the death of Mas Albi. I went back to my friends. Talk a little and ask them to wait for me. Even if you want to stay is not a problem.

Only after that, I went back to Mas Albi.

"Have you finished your business?" tanya Mas Albi.

"Here you go, my mom." Answer me.

"Come on! They're there." Take Mas Albi. He walked first and I followed him.

My gaze, as much as possible, did not look towards Layla. But, to his two parents who are now staring at me.

"Specific for the future in-law, Alfatihah." Say me in my heart. Before I was really met with them, I should have picked up Al-Fatiha and the sholawat that I had dedicated to them. So that later, the two of him, can melt into me, like me. At least, don't consider myself threatening her daughter.

"Well, Buk. This, Lo Dharma. Albi's friend, and Layla, who gave her a fitting meal at Trenggalek yesterday." Mas Albi.

"Assalamualaikum, Dad, Mom." Greetings, I gulped my saliva because I accidentally immediately called him both with a Father and Mother.

"Waaikumsalam, Matur suwun ngggeh. The cooking, it was done yesterday." Reply to Layla's Mother. He seemed to sparkle when he met me. Layla's father also immediately smiled, as I bowed to him.

"Oh... Look, it feels like meeting parents, from people we like. Deg deg serr's..." Reveal me in my heart.