(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 49

At 11:24 we arrived at Layla's cottage. Cottage, today is quite crowded. Then the santri of several sons and daughters mixed into one. Of course, it is because in the school they are Porseni and Bazar.

Since Layla is here, I know enough about the annual activities of this lodge. Porseni, and Bazar are carried out every two years.

"Layla must be at her school, we'll just get there." My word.

"Here we don't papa, dressed like this? I don't think so, brandal, do you?" ask Andre.

He must be insecure with the clothes he's wearing now. How not, if since we've seen all the well-dressed and all the men's holsters. At best, only a few wear trending. That too, surely athletes who will compete.

"Udah, it's okay. We'll change it later, when it's late afternoon. I just brought a set of change clothes." Answer me.

"Is it really okay?" ask Andre again

"So. You are this, like a girl. Less perfect a little, already lost confidence." Answer me.

I've stepped towards Layla's school. Not far from the cottage, just cross the road then walk about 300 m.

Andre is keeping up with my steps. The scorching sun makes us hot, to invite sultry on the arms. Leisurely, Andre took off his bomber jacket, then tied it to his waist. Comb his front hair with his hands and let it dangle backwards.

"You know where Layla is?" ask Andre. We have entered the school.

Views began to circulate in search of direction, boisterous sounds colliding with the many chatter. Some tents have found immigrants, and connoisseurs of offerings.

"Not yet, we ask someone." Answer me.

Entering the bazaar tent area, we were attacked with several people offering merchandise. However, with the knot as we continued walking we rejected their offer. Not yet, also we met the goal, the cook must relax with a variety of options.

"We ask someone." Said Andre.

We've been looking around, but we're not tired of finding Layla. Andre inched away, to one of the santriwati hordes. She flaunted her smile, asking where Layla was. But if he gets something in vain. Because of that santriwati, just shook her head without knowing who Layla was she referring to.

"Why doesn't anyone know Layla here? My empress is full, but the stars don't know her." For example, because annoyed his efforts in vain.

"Look, Layla's not called Layla here." Reply me.

"Well, continues?"

"Call here Najwa. Even if, you're going to ask them, you're definitely going to find the other Layla." Obviously me.

"Why not say that from now on. It's free, I ask." Umpat Andre's.

I got up from my seat. My eyes were piqued on someone behind a red tent with a weaving array in front of me. I know that face, and I want to be sure.

"Assalamualaik." My regards.

"Waaikumsalam," answered in unison three santriwati who were guarding the tent at the time.

"Mas Albi?" The figure immediately rose from the plastic chair that had become his throne. My name he called his challenger, making two of his friends gawk showing his surprise as well.

Two of his friends were lined up flanking the girl, a ladyboy who was protecting the princess.

"Salwa, huh?" ask me to raise a smile.

He nodded slowly. The hue of the face has met pink, either because of my arrival or because of the sun.

"I want to ask you, where are ya, Layla eh Najwa?" ask me.

The three girls in front of me exchanged looks. It was as if I was hinting at each other something I should never know.

"Mas want to see Najwa?" ask one of them, which is definitely not Salwa.

"Yes. I have been looking, but have not met. Maybe you guys know where he is?" ask me. I still maintain my friendly smile.

Again, I found silence as an answer. They were throwing whispers at each other that I couldn't hear.

"Monggo, Mommy. I'm taking you to Najwa's bazaar tent." Now Salwa is their mediator.

"Thank you, Come on!''

I came out of the tent, and the three sisters came out as well. I waved at Andre who was still sitting waiting at my place earlier. He ran small, approached.

"Here you meet, where's Layla?" ask Andre dingukan. However, his eyes instantly settled on one direction of the goal. He must have known Salwa's face.

"They'll take us. You condition your eyes. Don't be shy about me." Whisper me after knowing Andre's eyes didn't blink looking at Salwa.

"Please, you go first. We're following from behind." My word.

Without answering, they stepped in first. Andre and I started to follow where they were going.

"From heaven, Bi..." Brisket Andre. Right now Andre was getting a chance to stare at Salwa from behind.

"Can you shut up?! Your voice can be heard by them!" My legow.

"But, relax, Bi. My heart is still intact for Layla. I'm a khilaf, I swear!'' Andre said later.

If it wasn't crowded, I would've landed a punch on his head. His eyes alone could not keep one name, let alone his heart. As I know, if the eyes and mouth are a form of the heart of speech.

We entered another area of this school. In the backyard quite back, just a foot stepped up, the sound of a earthy scream was heard. It's rumbling, like it's in a sports stadium.

"Najwa's tent is in front of the school office, Mas." Salwa said while pointing at one of the tents. I quickly walked in that direction, forgetting to say thank you.

"Thank you, Salwa and friends." Andre said, he represents me. Before that I turned around, while bending over, a sign of gratitude and sorry for immediately leaving.

Salwa's smile expands along with an increasingly smashed face. To his two friends, he offended a smile, then teased Salwa by elbowing her back.

After passing two tents, we arrived at Layla's bazaar tent. I just wanted to come in and say hello to ask. The figure that I missed, emerged from behind the wooden board of the tent.

"Laila?"

The call instantly made himself raise his head to look at me. The friend in the tent turned to me

"Mas Albi!" Exclaims. He walked over, asked for a hand, and kissed her longingly.

"Asalamualaikum, Layla." Andre did not want to lose, he poked out from behind my body with a smile.

"Mas Andre is coming too!" Exclaims. He looks excited about our arrival.

Layla allowed us to sit on the carpet that became the base of this tent. He apologized for the messy tent. The friends who had been sitting where I was at this moment went to the back.

"For a moment, Mas. No, ice first." Layla.

"No need! You're here, you're even taking nicotine." My legow.

"No, I'm bentar. Just take it. It's ready." Layla said as she went back.

No longer do I stop, for I am thirsty. The hot air was so thick. Until the jacket I had been holding on to, I finally let go.

Just three minutes later, Layla was back with two shaved ice cubes in her tray. The rainbow color on the ice shavings made me want to gobble it up.

"Thank God, cal_"

Before Andre's release I had already shut his mouth. He still can't see the situation. But, suddenly someone came from the direction of the tent door. Voicing a scream, calling Layla's name

"Layla, is my ice done!''

My eyes immediately looked at the man who had just arrived. His t-shirt was partly soaked in sweat in his body, his breathing was wheezing because he might have just competed. His appearance may be very different, he's like a sports athlete. The face that I used to see was pure white, turning red, and even that was due to the heat in his body.

"Dharma?" My speech.

The man turned towards me. Since then, he has not realized my existence. Come directly to find Layla by asking her order.

"Mas Albi, what's here?" He was surprised to see me, sitting in front of me. Greet me, then Andre. From his gaze, he was investigating who the person beside me was.

"This was ice for Kang Dharma, Mas. I made it again, yeah. Patience." Layla.

He deserved to be quick to present. Apparently, the ice was ready, just waiting for the booking.

"It's okay, just make Mas Albi. I'll be okay." Denying Dharma. He directly took the two bowls of shaved fruit ice from Layla's tray, then served it to me and Andre.

"Kang Dharma, let's make it a minute." Layla said, a guilty face enveloping her. But Dharma gave a wry smile, and shook his head. A sign that he doesn't mind anything.

Layla returned to the back of the wooden board. Dharma allowed us to enjoy the ice first.

What a strange sight. Like just a guest. Layla serves the dish, and Dharma accompanies us. Layla and Dharma are the hosts, and I'm just a guest.

Which became a frenzy again. Layla's attitude is no longer afraid of the Dharma. It was marked, if all this time their relationship went smoothly, and did not find steep.