(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 4

I put my feet up . Passing by so many people some of whom I don't know .

With carry-on luggage, I headed inside the cottage . Tumultuousness, many stories, laughter and tears I found on the way to the room . Passing with many friends, saying longing greetings or just greeting . Until I got to Al A'Rof's room, which means high place .

If in another cottage maybe the room named Al A’Rof is the room of the lodge administrators . But the opposite is true here . I roomed with the santri-santri who were famous for mischief in the cottage . Or maybe I am one of them .

There's Ma'am Tika, she's fat but beautiful . Very rich . But a little arrogant . In like the Queen in this room . Sitting on the collapsed pad and in front of him were some friends growling over him . Listen to stories during the holidays.

“ Assalamualaikum . “ My greetings to other friends while greeting one by one friend in the room . Including mbak Tika .

“ Late you Wa ? “ Kata Mbak Tika . Shortly after I shake . Naturally, I entered the room above at 11 pm . Being late at the cottage at 10 p.m.

“ Mboten mbak . My old sowan. “

“ One . Yes yes yes . “

No more questions . He refocused on the story that had been delayed due to my presence . Friends have been waiting for an enthusiastic santri ready to hear the lecture again .

I'm headed to the corner of room , tidying up my stuff . I do not want to delay cleaning things like other friends, who arrive but immediately crowd together to form a circle and tell a long story with other friends.

After finishing the order, I immediately finished praying isya’ . Coincidentally there are some mbak who also want to pray so I ma'mun to him .

It's past midnight . I pat my mattress on the floor and ready to sleep . My body is tired, and I don't think I'll wait long for me to shut down. But no , I was interrupted by the talk of Madam Tika, I mean the story of Ms. Tika . I don't know how many hours he's been telling stories . Not too late either.

He told me about the tour he had just visited. I don't know where either . But what I hear is, it's like a forest in a park, or a park in a forest. There are small waterfalls and clear creeks . In the middle of the creek was a bamboo table and chair, lined up neatly . People are sitting there, enjoying a meal, enjoying the water that splashes their feet because it is in the middle of the river . Cafe, but it's in the middle of the river . There is a bamboo bridge that curves over that river . Not only for crossings, but also as a place of selfi visitors .

Sayup-sayup he also told me about the mushola there is scary, only the building box and in front of it there is an iron fence forming a long facet , bearing a tombstone inscribed with Javanese script that he did not know his reading. Added a large tiger statue. I just imagine it feels scary, let alone having to be there .

“ Ah ! I'm curious . Want to get there “ Seru Afi .

Among others he who looks not afraid of the story Ma'am Tika . Even enthusiastic and make him curious .

“ Fear ah . Serem musholla his . “ Chirps Lida , make others also agree. But there are also those who are just as curious as Afi.

After that I really fell asleep, no longer hearing the next story. I don't know what time they'll be like that.

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The cottage activity is back on . Morning of school, until 12. 30 , return to the cottage directly jama'ah , rest until the ashar and continue Diniyah . The night is filled with teaching activities, and the last is learning hours . Until 22. 30 , all new activities are completed .

In Ma Al Hasan, all students split their classes between men and women . It has become a pesantren policy that is still based on salaf .

“ From yesterday you in search Salwa Lo , “

Ais, full name Aisyah Putri . Maybe parents tabarukan to Siti Aisyah, wife of Rosululloh . She is smart, deft, sociable and also beautiful .

I turned my head, saw he started opening the chochollatos and immediately ate it . Language Class 2 is empty . And this is also the last hour . Another friend of mine was struggling to just leave class . There were also sleeping ones, and chattering puffed up in the back . They did something that was considered cool .

“ Why is Salwa looking for me ?. " Task me wonder

“ Lah , rumors about Abinya Salwa ask Mas mu will have spread throughout the cottage "Answer Ais by frowning her forehead .

I gawk . Forgot the incident of that night . Even I don't think about it anymore, I guess it's just a wobble . Although it is not denied that that night I was also upset, thinking of Kyai Anwar's proposal for Mas Albi which spontaneously .

“ You never told me if you have Mas Guanteng . “

Ice nudged my arm with a frown. As if I had intentionally hurt her .

“ You did not ask . “

“ Though we have been friends since the first time goiter Lo , but you never discuss your Mas . I thought you were an only child . “

“ Walah , Yes I said now . I have Mas. Udah “

“ Late . It was in Samber and Salwa . “

I don't want anyone to know about Mas Albi . Don't know why, if my friends always tell their families I just quietly listen . I have no desire to take turns telling the family, who and how they are .

“ Last day of school . Not feeling like tomorrow is just a fast . “

I saw Ais tidying up her books on the table, putting them in a bag . I did the same . Only a few minutes left, the bell goes home .

“ Have you bought your book ? “

“ Still less two , confused about what book"

“ Wasatul Musthofa this year in bacain Neng Nada . You didn't take the book ? “

Last year I taught the book, but it was ustadz the son who read it . This year for the first time Neng Nada , participate in the study of romadhonan. There was a curiosity of its own, and I decided to teach the book again .

The washiyatul musytafa book is a collection of wasiyat prophet Muhammad Saw to ali bin abi thalib karraomallahu wajhah, written by abdul wahab assay’roni.

“ Uh , that's Salwa . “

Ais nudged my arm again . Pointing to the outside of the classroom . Right in front of the Religion 1 class that was opposite our class, Salwa was talking to some other friends . In class they seem to be empty too. I don't know what they're talking about. They look like they're laughing .

Salwa was like a princess surrounded by faithful ladies and ladies accompanying her . I've never seen him myself. In mingling with his ways, not because of his identity. Maybe even some friends who are with him now do not know if he is a Neng . But , why can ? Gossip about her and brother spread so quickly.

“ She will be your sister later , you will be Neng too if her sister . “

I turned my head towards Ais, she was still staring at Salwa .

“ You know that Salwa Neng ? “

This time replace Ais who looks surprised by my question .

“ Yes . Everyone knows , who doesn't know if he's Neng . She is the daughter of Kyai Anwar . Her cousin Abah . “

I was surprised . Ais knows about it . Or indeed I am the one who has not known it all along . Wherever I have not known such news .

“ Don't tell me you don't know ,”

Ais guessed the contents of my mind from the mimic of my face which showed surprise .

“ I just found out yesterday , pas Sowan . “

Ais patted his eel . Not expecting my annual absence .

“ Mangkane to , occasionally collect Karo arek-arek . Gossip saitik, Ben not katrok “

I smiled knot . That advice was never realized. I would choose to sleep, read a novel or do something else instead of going out with a friend . Not because I don't want to be together, but sometimes I think it's all for nothing . Different, when gathering singing removes fatigue, or playing SOS puzzles, or maybe discussing something that you think is necessary . I'll join the nimbrung . But if the gossip dhopok, let alone the gosipin santri son, it's absolutely Ndak interest blas.

A moment later Salwa suddenly turned her head towards us . He waved his hand . Ais and I immediately smiled back and nodded their heads, a sign confirming his wish. Maybe he realized that we were watching him earlier .

The bell goes home . Surrender with the shouts of other friends who are excited . With nimble there are directly out of class , there are also those who still clean up the books . There are also those who are still relaxed, enjoying the last day of school .

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