(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 5

Me and Ais go home together . Down the road to the cottage with santri lainya .

Our school is indeed located outside the cottage, only 300 meters away . No cycling let alone driving like other schools in general . We're all on foot to get home to the cottage .

Arriving at the lodge many of the tiled santri took lunch by queuing in the kitchen . The canteen that is already crowded with buyers, to make the canteen guard quawalang .

“ Najwa , “

My steps stopped in the middle of the stairs that were going to the room . Salwa with an expanding smile was raising her head to look at me .

“ Uh . Salwa, what's up ? “

“ Can talk for a moment . “

I smiled , and undoed the intention to go to room , then went down following Salwa's light steps towards the front of Mushola .

There is no quiet place, anywhere we will still find people in this cottage . Especially this Mushola, in it there are many santri who perform dhuhur prayer worship . When Dhuhur is not obligated to congregate, but Bu nyai Nur also continues to do worship in the mosque, even though only with a few students .

“ Sit here aja yes . “

Salwa was like looking for a suitable place for us to talk . As if our topic later was something secret. I sit next to , put my foot down , he does the same thing .

“ What's up to , how important is empire ? “ ask me . Pretending to be stupid and not knowing. Though it's definitely , it's about Mas Albi .

“ Fill me to say . Hehehe . “ she grins , showing off her densely lined teeth .

“ Just say . “ Say I .

Salwa looks salting , not as usual . Though in everything he was always confident, but this time he seemed heavy to start talking.

“ Actually it's about your Mas . How is she ? ,” Tanya Salwa .

After she tried to convince herself, finally the question came out as well .

“ Mean ? How about what? ? ,” Ask me to pose nego .

“ Surely you know about my Abah offer for your Mas , so how ? ,” Tanya Salwa clarify.

“ One . How about . Mas Albi also did not say anything to me . “ Answer me .

Instantly I saw a mimic change in Salwa's face . He must be disappointed with my answer.

“ Oh . That is yes . “ That word was thrown out after hearing my answer .

“ Lagian it's just a guyonan right ? You may not want to do the same with me . “ I said , further adding to Salwa's heartbreak . I'm aware, but I also don't know why I said it all to Salwa . Even hope he no longer thinks about Mas Albi .

“ Actually that night I saw your Mas Albi . Hehehehe, but if my Abah is thought to be kidding papa . It looks just like a guyonan. “

“ But Salwa , we are still school . That's why I consider all of it a joke . Application , married . It's too early . “

“ In my family after graduating High School, all girls should be ready for marriage . And now I'm in 3rd grade . So there's another year left . ‘’

I was surprised to hear Salwa's explanation. Why is it so easy to accept him . He does not even know Mas Albi . He just looked at it. Is Mas Albi really so charming that he can fall in love ? And Albi too ? That night he was also immediately attracted to Salwa, but only once heard his name . Is it true that they can fall in love with each other without even speaking the word face to face .

“ But why should Mas Albi ?,” Ask me .

I want to shout it . Why should I ? There are still many men who want to be with him . Why did I have to steal his attention ? . The sense of loss was already within me , how could I let that feeling get wider .

When I was no longer free with him, how could I let someone else he did not even know control his heart .

What about me ? The one with him all this time ?

“ I don't know , maybe this is what is love? , “ Salwa replied with a laughable smile . He seemed to guess what he was feeling . A feeling of pleasure perhaps , or even the same feeling I've been craving .

I didn't ask, let alone answer . It all felt hot and cold, whether it was in my body, my head or my heart . A little I stretched out my lips, to impress that I was smiling at him . So that he does not know , my true state .

“ Sal , let's eat ! I took all the rations so . “ Excited one from the second floor , room of the khufadz .

Salwa waved her hand and took a cue “Ok “ or “ Sip “ on her thumb fingers . I don't know, but I'm relieved . Soon he will leave before me, not because he does not like . But honestly I am not ready to listen to his declaration of love to Mas Albi .

It's almost 2 o'clock I'm still sitting silent My body still doesn't want to move . I should have eaten and prayed dhuhur .

“ Mbak , listen has not changed uniforms? ,” asked Afi , he has changed clothes and will go to pray . I smiled knot & forced to get out of my place without answering Afi's question .

I set my foot into room , changed my clothes and took the face . The boisterous friends in the room I did not feel . Maybe because I'm used to it, or because I'm being mute .

“ Najwa , you don't eat ?! “ exclaimed one of my roommates , they were in a circular group enjoying their lunch which was made one on the page container .

“ Ndak , all I eat is not papa . From mubadhir .” I said ,

Immediately one of them took my lunchbox . And instantly mix it in with their food . Seeing their smiles, a little relief . Beautiful togetherness, and simple acceptance, that's what we used to do. Santri is used to the little things, but they always consider his blessing .

I headed to the mosque, started to join the congregation with other santri who also happened to have just about to pray .

When it's hot, and sultry like this . Maybe praying with the heart is not the right thing . Maybe because the atmosphere is so bright . The solemnity of prayer comes at night, in silence and in our own time. That's a natural thing. But right now I want to ask for peace of mind . Prayer is like riding a bicycle. If he continues to reach his goal. There is no need to wait for the night or the time of mustajab, because whenever , however , wherever Allah must hear my prayers.

‘’ Galau ta Mbak ? ,” Tanya Rayya , she's a Ku-level class sister. But he's like a friend . We have similarities in thought, action and also point of view.

I fold the face and then he comes . Maybe he knew me for so long as he clenched his hands, glancing at the clouds .

“ Gak . What is Lo , hehehe . “ My Elak.

“ Haah . Must be about mbak Salwa ya ? , All have heard the gossip 'but why did I even mess up until ? ,”

“ Lah Yes. The number I said is not upset.”

“ But looks Lo Mbak ? , Excused think Mas Albi yes. “

Instantly I looked into his eyes looking suspiciously . With a fluffy smile and a sense of curiosity .

“ Ma'am sometimes I think that you like Lo the same Mas Mu. You never told me anything about Mas Mu . I guess I'm the only one who knows about Mas Albi . But actually when the story about your Mas , you can't stop. Like people fall in love, I think I'm fit to say Mas Bian only . Hehehehehe “

“ Cook , I'm not aware. Mostly because it's just you that I can tell you about Mas Albi. “

“ Maybe also , but sometimes I feel so . “

“ Me and Mas Albi , indeed different from other sister's brother . But also the same , we are also like brothers in general . Sometimes, we are like friends, sometimes enemies, even sometimes I can be chatty more than the mother in front of him, sometimes at the same time horrible like father when he was angry again , especially angry just diem aja . I can be me in front of him, he's like that . The difference is, me and Albi are not as fast as big sister in general, they can join , cuddle , and even mutually jotos – jotosan . “

“ Tuh right, Your mother if the story of Mas Albi must be sumringah so , if you were immediately lost . “

“ Hahaha . Your feelings only . “

“ Said I kok . But mbak, don't papa to ? Honestly , actually mbak Like Mas Albi ? ,”

I was silent . Squeezing eyes, making a frown on my forehead . Reading Rayya's conversation direction just now .

“ Reasonable to , right he's my Mas . “ my word .

“ That's not what it means. Likes in the sense of Love . Love's. “ Clearly by practicing on fingers that have formed the heart.

“ Kayak you same Mas bian? , “ my ledek. I want to divert our conversation . I no longer want to make her guess how I feel with Mas Albi .

“ Hehehehe . Yes Ma'am, but it hurts to fall in love with it . Dear but banned . Hmm , “ lamented .

“ Not in banned . But it was not yet when it was delivered . One day also must be avenged , just how will fate agree or gradually eliminate “

“ Way , Poetic . “

After that it is no longer about Mas Albi, but Bian .When we talk about someone we like, sometimes we forget the time, which there is just want to keep talking about . Ghibah hubb, everyone likes it . There is always something conveyed , there is always hope and the thought of – wishan floating . Even the spoiled shadows they wanted to feel . Ah ! Sometimes you will want to say all that too . Acknowledge my feelings, tell my story and describe every moment, taste and all . Silence is like a rumble when someone falls in love.

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