(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 40

I saw him bewildered as his theme came unknowingly. The phone is still in call, and still perfect in his grasp.

All students are not allowed to bring a mobile phone, only a few are allowed. Including me, as the leader of the group and also the manager of the cottage. It also cannot be used.

Seeing that, I wonder what he'll do. Directly tell, about the actual events or hide the truth?

I can catch a conversation between Layla and her friend. Without a doubt the friend immediately asked whose cell phone he was using.

"I_it's got a group committee, it was my mas, calling this way." Layla answered nervously. He's looking for my figure, but nothing.

"Who?" ask Layla's friend.

"Who? Who?" ask Layla confused.

"The owner of the phone you brought." Answer Layla's friend.

I'm getting hooked on their conversation. Soon want to know what answer Layla will give.

Layla's face showed annoyance, she tapped on the back of my phone with her finger. Maybe he was thinking about the answer to his friend's question. Maybe also consider other reasons if his friend asks other things again.

"Hi!" Layla's friend touched her hand as Layla just kept quiet without answering.

Layla jerks. Take a deep breath. Then glanced in the other direction. I don't know what he was looking for or watching.

"This phone, belongs to the Dharma kang." His answers.

I don't know how many times he weighed in to answer by mentioning my name. I don't care, but right now there's a heart that suddenly soars, there's a place that suddenly glitters, there's a time I want to stop.

"Well! kang Dharma's? How can?" ask Layla's enthusiastic friend.

"What's up, anyway?" ask Layla not understand.

"Masya Alloh, Najwa! Aryan Dharma! Hape it, it belongs to the Dharma kang!" Layla's friend was enthusiastic. His hands were raised up like the teacher was explaining.

I used to see girls like him. I was amazed to hear only my name. I don't know, why are they like that?

The friend seemed to not believe what Layla said. He seizes the hape in Layla's grasp. Started fiddling with that hape. Very presumptuous of him. I want to get to him immediately. But, I'm still holding back, just to wait for Layla's reaction.

"I got the number!" Cheers of Layla's friends. He immediately recorded the number in the hape in a paper. It's getting me upset.

"Give it to me!" Layla said, she reached out her hand to ask for the hape.

"Borrow, I want to know what it is. I won't see his WhatsApp. Just wanted to see the gallery."

Rejection. Layla immediately seized the hape in the hands of her friend. Without further ado, he quickly stuffed it into his backpack.

"Why did you put it? Mumpung, hapenya we who hold. There will be no other chance." Deny Layla's friend. Looks like I'm trying to stalk my he-pe.

"No, yours." Tukas Layla's. He didn't lose. I'm enjoying the fight between the two of them.

"It's not yours either, nor do you have any Najwa rights!" Elak Layla's.

"That's why, I don't want you fiddling with this ha-pe. We have no right to that. Not good, also kepo with people's privacy." Layla. There was not the slightest hesitation when he said that. He, too, was not afraid if the friend in front of him was angry, and did not care.

Before the two women actually fought. I emerged from behind the shelf, where I was hiding. Pretending to know nothing, I walked towards them.

Layla was aware of my presence. He instantly took out the ha-pe inside his bag. Put it on the table. As his friend, he looked at me as if I were a rare person.

My heart pounded instantly, as I saw the size of the smile knot from his lips. For the first time, he smiled at me. Either that, just a pretense of looking normal in front of her friend, or indeed that was a smile sign of her gratitude.

"Thank you, Kang. Sorry, if it's nerepotin." He answered while handing the ha-pe to me.

"Either. If there's anything, find me again." I said, before retreating.

This was the first day he opened his mouth to me.Smiling to me, especially to me. I wanted to talk to him for longer, to know him better. However, distance should separate us again.

Adzan magrib. Sarip was already waving from outside the glass where we were. And again, I'm a little uncomfortable with the gaze of Layla's friend who has not been separated since.

I don't ignore him. He was as honorable as Layla. You have every right to care about me too. Sometimes I have to put a little distance. So that the heart that is in the sense of hope, does not grow and embedded. If the hope is getting stronger, it will be difficult to move, keculi later will be cut down and will break. At the end of the day, there are only injuries and torture.

Everything is clear, right? seeing and hearing what happened a few minutes ago has proven that he likes me.

I said goodbye before my feet left. The two immediately replied while carving out a smile. I just want to stare, Layla but I also have to return her friend's smile as well, to just respect her and also consider her there.

Just a few steps ago, I missed him. His voice that called my name, the answer to his greetings constantly rang in my mind. Is this love? He's so intoxicating.

I guess if Layla asks me to be her slave, I will definitely support her. I turned my body back before I got out of the diner. Stare at him once more, and find elegance in him.

"Yes, Gus. Jenengan (You) bucin." Lontar Sarip withholding laughter. He watched me interact with Layla.

"Here, the wash is a sane sign. That means I'm normal!" Reply me.

"Meanwhile, not normal, dong Gus?"

"Yes normal. The difference is, it's more normal." Obviously me. Either he understands or he doesn't. Let it be, I'm not explaining anymore. Let it be thought for itself.

It's okay to be considered a love slave, the origin of love is for Layla. It's okay to be considered crazy, if it's madness because of Layla.

Every love has its value. Every love has its level. Can't be equal.

If I'm just saying I love Layla so much, it doesn't mean Layla is at the very top. Don't take my love for Layla beyond my love for Alloh, it's not the same. That's different.

Even because of my love for Layla right now. I further increase my love for Alloh. Because HE was the one who gave me that love. And it's because of HIM that I can love Layla this late. So deep, and ingrained in flesh.

It will not end if we talk about love, because love is not material that will be finished if the chapter is finished. But love is knowledge, which will never run out even if we die.

"Yes Alloh! I forgot to pay for my coffee!!" I shouted while patting the jidat.

"Well, what, tho Gus? Think Najwa, anyway!'' Sahut Sarip's.

I'll be back at the dining hall soon. Heading to the cashier and asking the price of my coffee. Apologizing for forgetting to pay.

"It has been paid Mas, the same mbak-mbak who was sitting near the window. I think he's a friend of mine" said the cashier waiter.

"Yes Alloh ya mugollibul qulub, tsabbit qolbi ala dhinik!" I pat my eel many times. How could I forget to pay. Who paid Layla. I'll put my face where I am if I see him again.

I saw myself, because I was too engrossed in Layla's charm. To make me forget everything.

My hot face may have turned into a boiled crab. This is what it would be like, if I were so cool.

"Fall your pride, Gus." Sarip. He laughed at my workmanship.