(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 54

"I want to have a heart like that mother, she has a lot of gratitude in her heart. Simplicity, and also breadth of heart." Layla.

My breath escaped perfectly. My assumption turned out to be different, with Layla's assumption. Doesn't he already have it all?

"I guess, you want to sell fried foods too." My speech.

"Hehehehe, if it's going to be like that then that's okay, I also want to know how my heart will accept such a fate. Still worried, or fully accepting like the mother." Reply Layla.

"Don't! I'm not willing to." I'm spontaneous.

Layla looks at me.

"I mean, where possible, a man who will be with you later, willing to treat it to you. You will be loved with all your heart. Perhaps, only allowed at home, while serving." Obviously me.

Layla smiles.

"With the cados also understand the fate of Kulo mawon, kang (You seem to know, still me, kang)." Layla.

If I were your destiny, I would know Layla. That's why I'm working on it. Ask Allah that you be my destiny.

"If I could see someone's fate, it must be that the first person I want to find out is my own fate, Layla." I said with a grin.

Layla replied with a smile.

Layla was still staring at the mother. His lips still look like he's reading sholawat. Perhaps, what he means is the firmness of a mother's heart, can be contagious in him later. Perhaps, the way he behaves simply can be applied in his life. Perhaps, sincerity in accepting every destiny of God, also wants him to cantongi.

That's what makes me happy, it's also what makes me fall in love and not want to let go.

Then, Allah gave his servant to me, while I was a servant who always wanted to win by myself. What do I have to do again, so that he can see me just as I see him.

Eager to ask, "Layla, what kind of husband do you like?" But my tongue is muddled, for it is not yet the time.

Dharma, remember! He's still in school, he still has to think about his school exams, be patient. Make sure first, if you can make her happy.

I thought I was just grumbling myself.

We didn't talk to each other, we both enjoyed the silence, she with eyes that were radiating in all directions. I was still focused on looking at him.

Our time is over, when Layla's friends have all come. They chatted at length, because in the class, Sarip kang made a game to get their snack rations.

"There really was such a provision, kang?" ask one of Layla's friends, who I know is named Aisyah, commonly called Ais.

"No, I split freely. Other classes, also get the same part." My answer. Awakened already, what makes them all stuck in the classroom.

"Because, yeah... Then, why did Sarip kang pretentious for the game, anyway. So long ago, he was in class. Are you okay, Najwa? Have all the decorations been put on?" Aisyah again while looking at their tent.

"Well, it's all. Did you put it up yourself?" Aisyah was stunned to see the tent was finished in ornaments and all looked neat.

"The dharma man, I was just rumbling to the tok." Answer Layla.

"By the way, you guys open the bazaar tomorrow, what menu?'' my many.

"Mie Ongklok mr. de Jen. We sell that every year." Aisyah Sahut.

"Udah Sedo (died), the kang. Now the famous, Ongklok mie pak jen. That's it, yesterday we were almost into the same 10C class. Thankfully, they're underclassmen, so we're gonna give it up." Aisha replied, laughing.

According to the story of the surrounding community, the history of ogklok noodles comes from the creator of this delicious food recipe named Pak Muhadi. That's a cook a bakmi food stall. That said, Mr. Muhadi created this recipe by accident, which at that time Mr. Muhadi no longer worked in bakmi stalls.

Then he decided to be independent by selling noodles around. But not satisfied with the noodles made, then Mr. Muhadi tried to process noodles in a different way.

With the potential of nature that exists and the experimental process that many times, finally Mr. Muhadi managed to create a recipe that is legendary until now.

"What drink?" ask again. Usually the students will provide food and drinks typical of their area. But, it is not uncommon to carry the cuisine of the central Java region itself. Like, Ongklok's noodles.

"Es fruit shavings." Answer Aisha is active.

It was only natural that Aisyah was made the class leader. He's very active. Respond in everything. In contrast to Layla, she will talk as necessary, and will say something if asked.

"What drink is that?" tanya Sarip. Must be foreign in his ears. He sat down leaning on the pillar I was making a backrest as well.

"Yes, look at me tomorrow." Aisyah replied in a annoyed tone.

I'm the same, as far as I know if fruit ice is fruit ice, shaved ice is shaved ice. But it seemed, Aisyah was not wanting to discuss that

"You were, in the question, he answered yes, Mbok Apik (Good)...Gini, Lo kang..." Reply Sarip by describing what he wants.

"Huh! It's just you, Kang...Kangs. Eman my alus language." Aisyah Sahut.

"Coh.loh...Yes, studying. You after this graduate school, Lo. Get married soon, Lo...Cook the same people don't have manners." Denying Sarip. He was like a father advising his son. Sarip often like that, let alone Aisyah, I was often tutored (Nasihati) various. In fact, he is the same as often. But, in this concept, I knew that Sarip only wanted to tease Aisyah.

"Well, how, tho?! Cook just graduated Aliyah directly married. Free, dong I go to school. I am a village girl. Yeah, no!!" Reject Aisyah, her face started to get inflamed.

"Ckckl...Who knows, suddenly someone is nagging you, and your parents just agree." Sarip won't lose.

"So. Maybe, I still want to go to college, work, practice science! There are many sides of the world that I want to pursue! Marriage business lately!" Aisyah is growing.

Don't they realize? If they were both currently being a spectacle of many people. Layla, looks like she wants to strok but, her best friend did not touch her. He desperately defended his rights. In fact, what he attacked now was only Sarip, whose initial intention was only to tease.

Women always put forward feelings, until sometimes unconsciously, grooves in the thoughts of people in front of him.

"Aise! Already! Look at a lot of people." Layla, snatching Aisyah's waist-tracked arm. His eyes, glared towards Sarip.

Seeing that, I immediately patted Sarip's back slowly, so that he began to budge and stopped doing nosy things with Aisyah.

"In the meantime, it's not over yet!" Aisyah said, she refused Layla's words. Waving Layla's hand holding her arm.

"Sttttss ..." I hissed hard. It made my eyes look at me.

"Don't make a fuss here, Eman tent, I'm decorated." I said, shaking my hands to drive Sarip and Aisha out.

"Wah-wah, I just realized, that means since you two were alone?" goda Aisyah while looking at me then at Layla.

Layla blushed in embarrassment, she immediately invited Aisyah to go out of the tent. I got up from my seat. That day was enough, I didn't want to make Layla upset because of the babbling of her friends.