(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 51

All the tents were clean, when the rain started falling. Layla asked me to run towards the school building. Before that, he told his friend that he would return to the cottage, later after I came home. Ask permission on security so that, later given waivers.

The futsal match is still going on, even though the rain is hitting. However, in the middle of the field there are only the players. Spoters are already looking for a shady spot on the first floor.

We are on the south side of the field. In the second floor building that dangles roomy. Rarely are there, only a few. And then they went with their bags to go home.

"So we're stuck here?" ask Andre.

"Where else do you want to go?"

I don't know where we're supposed to go either. The rain was getting heavier, and the heat was beginning to fade.

"We're here?" ask Layla. He let us both stand up without knowing what to do. I don't know what makes you suddenly silent and not directing.

His eyes looked at the futsal match, seeing the indeterminate goal. Maybe, he was following the ball that was being kicked.

"Son, anything, right? I wanted to take you to class. But, it looks like there's someone upstairs. It'll be dangerous if there's you too." Answer Layla.

I nodded in understanding. Perhaps what he meant by danger, was later when we accidentally gathered with santriwati who are not muhrim. Perhaps, they are subject to sanctions violations.

"Dad didn't call?" ask Layla.

I forgot to tell you when we met. There are many calls coming in from home. Usually, mom or dad would ask us about our situation.

I'm a rogoh, hape in my jacket pocket. From that rectangular thing, I let it die. When I turned it on, there was no signal.

"No signal, Nduk." Reply me.

Layla replied with a disappointed 'Oh. He would also like to get some news from our parents. They haven't talked to each other in a long time. Moreover, the past few months, it was only me who was mining.

The silence began to slip. Futsal matches were forced to be stopped because the rain was getting fiercer. The field in front of us was gradually deserted, uninhabited.

"All of them, this schoolboy?" ask Andre. His eyes looked towards the three-story building opposite this building. There, many children are just as trapped as we are. Most are athletes who have just competed.

"No, it's from another cottage. More precisely, the building was dedicated to them. We as the hosts, it is impossible to just let it go." Answer Layla.

Layla told me, if this Porseni event includes several boarding houses in the attack area. Although not entirely, but there are already ten boarding houses that join. For the place of maintenance, usually sorted from the oldest cottage. But, already these three periods of the implementation of the Porseni there is him this cottage.

Layla's explanation came to a halt, as we caught a footstep from the direction of the stairs. Our eyes were fixed, wanting to know who would come between us.

"Salvas?"

Layla bergeming mentioned the name of the girl who had just come down from the stairs. He was with one of his friends.

When they saw us, they were just as surprised. To make their feet stop.

"Hi," Sapa Andre he immediately greeted the two girls while playing his fingers.

Layla smiled, I saw Salwa also returning a smile. Why suddenly, the atmosphere became gripping. Layla once told me that Salwa was her friend. But, why did they not greet each other, or perhaps already represented with a smile earlier?

"We're here first, Sal. Wait for the rain to stop." Said friend Salwa, preventing Salwa steps that will move.

I don't know what happened between the two. Again, they only spoke with eye signs.

Add to this the residents of the corridor. Salwa and her friend decided to wait for the rain. Lined staring at the dense water that came down, while feeling the silence, and also the cold that began to rule.

I saw Layla start rubbing into her two hands. He hugged her body occasionally, with both arms. Sure, he's cold. He only wears a uniform without any cover.

My sister, stunned actually looked at Andre who was smiling charming. Is, Andre is right to play the prince, to protect his empress.

The jacket I wanted to take off, I used it again. Let it go, Andre Cools. That's his own wish. Who told you to act like an attention-grabber.

"Yes, Salwa! Your lips, blue. Are you cold!" Excited the girl who had been sitting next to Salwa.

My eyes immediately stared at Salwa who seemed to be linking her hands to her rubbing. He sought warmth, from the friction of his hands.

"You can wear my jacket, Ma'am." I said as I took off my jeans. It's unethical, if there's a woman cold like that. Then I just let it go.

Soon Salwa's friend took the jacket. Then swiftly helped Salwa using the jacket. With a look down, Salwa embarrassedly said, "Thank you, Mas."

I smile at the smile. Despite his shy smile he tried to hide it. But, from his face I can make sure, if the hue of his face now, it is enough to make him warm.

"Layla, are you still cold? Need, another warm-up?" andre asked in the rain. I started putting threatening eyes on him, if he started messing around.

"No, Mas. Mas Andre's jacket is warm enough." Layla replied with a big smile. He also tightened the jacket, clutching his body. It was as if it was a warm hug that Andre gave.

Why do I feel like my heart rate is slashing. Is this heavy rain starting to make my body go crazy? I saw the watch. It was almost evening, and we were still here with rain.

Surely, after the magrib later we have to go home. But, if it's like this? Whether I can go home, especially I'm not satisfied enough to enjoy time with Layla.

"I'm upstairs first, looking for a signal." My word. I saw the missed calls from mom and dad. The times they looked for news, our circumstances.

"I'm coming!" Layla said, she's going to follow my steps

Andre also followed our steps. But soon I prevented it.

"You're here, there's no more men. Take care of them, at least if anything happens, there's yourself here." My speech.

Andre shrugged his shoulders, while sticking his lower lip forward. Feel excluded.

"OKs. But, don't take it long." The reply.

I don't heed his words. Just leave it.

My feet started to climb the stairs. My hands are still fiddling with hape. Trying to call home number.

I suddenly felt a warm chill from my left hand.

I finished climbing the stairs, turning to Layla who was holding my left hand. He channeled warmth from the two palms.

"Cold, huh Mas?"

I smile. Shaking his head.

"Not yet." Answer me grinning.

Layla led me to one of the classes. He's unlocked. Then after we entered he closed it back down.

"Cock on the lid?"

"No papa, this is my class. It'll be warm if the door closes. Fentilation there's almost no air fentilation here." Layla replied, she even took off Andre's jacket and put it on the bench just like that.

I looked around the room. It's true what he said. The room is warm, even outside in heavy rain.