(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 53

#Aryan Dharma

Big things I've done. Well, just a few chocolate bars that I spread, can bring comfort, and eliminate the fear in Layla's heart.

It's been my pain to rack my brain so I can be directly involved in Layla's life. Desperate efforts, to convince many people, so that the new supervisory program can be realized.

At first, I thought I would constantly go to Aliyah's school to meet Layla. But, later it will make him suspicious, and only give a lot of lies. Reason in the brain does not always find smoothly. He's not sure, he likes it.

Unintentionally, I came up with the idea of becoming the Tryout overseer of the men's santri gang who were in a class with Layla. They were talking about whether the Tryout supervisor would be taken from some of the school teachers around us. In the sense of teacher exchange.

If there are so many people here who can be supervisors, why ask others to represent them. Reaching that thought, I directly addressed Ning Nada. He was one of the current control holders of the Aliyah school.

"Why is your idea coming now, Kang?" ning Nada asked, she grinned at the sign that what I was saying could get a satisfactory result

I met him while he was watering the Dhalem garden ahead. As a dablek cousin (Nakal), I have no condolences (Shame), Hahaha. I should have bowed down to him.

"New coming now." Reply origin.

It's inappropriate that I'm just a hero without helping him water the plants. Finally, I went along to clean some yellow leaves that had fallen off.

"If since a long time ago, we do not have to bother asking for help from other schools. We, too, don't feel nerepotin." Said Ning Nada.

"Well, yes it is. Instead, now the supervisor can be taken from pesantren children only. The princess class section was taken from the son's supervisor. The men's class was taken from the princess' supervisor. No one will dare to cheat later." Add me.

"It could be like that, Kang. But, yes pity the princess supervisor if put in the men's class. Could-could be exhausted at the young men's temptations." Denied Ning Nada.

"Yes, then take it from the security sie. They certainly did not dare to wiggle. Where there's a son santri who dares to equal the princess's security." My word.

"Cooking? How iso (can you)?" ning Nada asked as she narrowed her eyes, as if in disbelief.

"Well, if the temptation will be directly in takzir. Report the safety of the son." Answer me while grinning.

"Haha. Just-there's. Yes it's easy. Wait for confirmation first, this must also be met. Can't I, if I decide right away." Said Ning Nada

"But, make sure that it's acc, lo, Ning."

"La Why, tho? Kang Dharma wants to be a superintendent. Or maybe, this is just a mode so you can get the same attention of Aliyah's daughter?" guess Ning Nada is introgating.

I swallowed spit. Already, nothing wants to be found out.

"Yes, not tho Ning. Actually, I'm doing this so you don't have to bother asking permission from another school to ask for help. If anyone is here, say something to someone else. Hehe." Answer me while being fat.

"Haha...You can do it, kang." Reply Ning Nada. His face was red. I grinned. Is it that easy to seduce women, but why isn't Layla like that?

"If you're in ACC, you're Kang, who's responsible." Said Ning Nada.

"Ready, Ning. Whatever it is." Balasku spirit.

That is, a struggle that I find difficult, but also easy. It's hard, because it has to go through a lot of people. Easy, because they immediately appreciated my idea. But, again guilty, because in my intention there is selfishness that I am hiding.

Be, starting that month I got a chance to meet Layla without a hitch. Every day, I make a note of Istighfar because my eyes are always inviting people to look at Layla.

The most beautiful thing, which I got from the tryout supervision profession was, at a time when I found no more distance with Layla. As he began to feel the same thump. I don't know, it happened at the last minute.

Where I gave the answer, and he started copying it. For the first time, I got an intense look from her eyeballs. Found the same symptoms, like when I first fell in love with her.

The writing, aloud, is not the same as the writing of other answers. His hands shook, because I was so close to him. Even as I passed, I caught him still looking at me.

Could it be that he is starting to make me special? Just like martabak, after being used to being special, then special.

***

"What are you rapping about, Layla?" ask me. I have observed that since then, he was making a commitment to read something from his mouth.

"Well, what does Dharma ask?"

I breathed, even his mind was not here. I repeated my question again. Then he turned his eyes again towards the front. I followed the direction of his eyes__ I found the figure of a mother selling fry while holding her son. Smile, do not fade from the lips of the mother. A friendly look he always showed those who came to buy his fritters.

Only then did I realize, if many other traders entered the school district. Probably because of seeing a lot of students wandering around. All students are preparing to welcome the Porseni and Bazar events.

"I'm reading sholawat" Layla replied with a smile.

Thankful, because he has made me one of the people who can get that smile.

"What are you saying?" ask me again.

Usually, people will make sholawat for the wishes they want to immediately realize. Does he want to have a child, like that mother? If so, I'm ready to be the father of his son.

Heh. My concern is floating around unbecoming. If it is close to Layla, my sanity gradually disappears.

"I want to be like that mother" replied Layla. The view cannot be separated from the figure of the mother.

"You mean, you want to have that kid he's carrying?" Tanyaku.

Layla smiled softly. Then the smile gradually wanted to break it into laughter. But, he tried to hold. Looking at the current situation is not possible.

He was unwinded because he had just finished decorating the bazaar tent. I also pretended to be exhausted from putting up the tent. Since then, I have only arranged the tent as it should. The ones doing it all are Sarip and friends. Fortunately, Layla came right while I was nailing one of the woods to hook it into the other.

The other friends, I kicked out on the grounds that I had prepared a snack, while Layla I prevented going with a postulate to supervise the installation of decorations in the tent. And I don't know what Sarip is doing now, to make Layla's friends not come until now.

"Not...Wasn't... I want to be like that mother." Answer Layla.

"Selling fried foods?" I asked unsure, but Layla's eyes were increasingly hinting at that. Shining, along with a smile.

Be present! Where is it possible, the wife of a Dharma sells fried food? Could die me. Why could Layla have such a wish. A woman usually wants comfort. Home at home, waiting for her husband to work. Filled with many other facilities, such as skincare, atmcare, husbandcare. It seemed, it was more I could give than having to fulfill his wish of selling such fritters.

Layla made me squeak more and more to tell the truth. Things about who I really am, and how he will live later.

Only this time I felt that possessions and thrones were of no use. Even wanting to hide it all, as long as Layla is willing to be with me.