(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 55

Tomorrow is the first day of the Porseni and the Bazar. I give Layla class obligations, for all the futsal athletes I will lead. With that I can get closer to Layla.

Early in the morning I was already on the field, arranging the needs of the race that was still lacking. Hope all smoothly, because we host for three years in a row. That was because, three madrasas out of ten members were still in the process of development.

The event began with the opening ceremony, containing remarks from the authorities. Especially, we're hosts.

I see, Layla-class bazaar tents are crowded with visitors. Though still fairly early in the morning, but the queue of Mie Ongklok pak de Jen makes everyone willing to queue.

I haven't seen my boyfriend today. But, if I go there right now, it will invite suspicion.

Yesterday when I offered to volunteer to help set up the tent, they were wondering why the offer was there. Until I had to rack my brain, to make everything look ordinary, without any other covert intentions.

I told them, if as their former superintendent, I'd take part in their bazaar this time.

"Sure, there's no shrimp behind the bakwan!" The corner of Aisyah at that time. He looked at me investigating.

I didn't directly express my intentions to Layla. For sure he would be suspicious of my sudden approach. I met Aisyah, while they were calling the son santri they used to ask for help to set up a tent. He's not with Layla, he's with one of his friends, who says he's their class representative.

"There's corn, Ma'am behind the bakwan." Sahut Sarip's. He's my loyal speaker who's always been with me.

"No, that's kang! I'm just as happy as the offer. But, I'm afraid, after all you're done, you're asking us for something." Aisyah Terang.

"No. Sarip and I, purely want to help. But if you don't want it's okay." My speech.

"Actually, want to help not really, really even we are urged." Ayeah.

"Yes, what do you want?!" ask Sarip with more pressure.

"If you don't want to, we stay!" Sarip also threatened. Make both can not dwell and can no longer think long.

"Yes already. We're putting it all to you. But, right, huh? Nothing in return?" Aisyah still did not fully trust our offer.

Are all women so difficult to conquer, should there be a blinding first for them to believe in our sincerity?

Convincing Aisyah alone was difficult, let alone Layla. Not anymore, it's just a tent affair. What about the heart?

Mentari began to fall into his civilization. Spreading the blue sky, decorated with white clouds.

"Gus, the brand plays in the middle of a mawon match (You play in the middle only)." Sarip.

"Why is that?" my many.

" Wau genengan in timbali ning Nada. Kadose matters (So, you're called Ning Nada. It seems important)." Answer Sarip.

"Oh, huh? There's a need for what Ning Nada called me. Lately he's always been bothering me." My speech

"Hehehe... Kadose kok Ning Nada started to have something ngoten, tho Gus (Looks like ning Nada started to have something, Gus)." Lontar Sarip's.

"Record, Gus. Kadose, kok ning Tone remen canned genies." Sarip.

"He?" I was astonished by what Sarip had just revealed.

"Yes, no way, tho! We're brothers, we're." I refused hard.

I remembered a few days after my request for the supervisor program. Ning Nada often called out to me without any important need. He just invited me to talk, sometimes also discuss some pesantren programs that he should talk to other managers. Regretfully, when he just called me just asking the color of the clothes he should choose for him to travel. Huh! We are brothers, and sometimes I don't hold a bow. But, such a small thing, has only been repeated in recent times.

"But Gus, genengan kale ning Nada mboten mahrom." Sarip.

"Here you go, I take care of the race. Besides, I haven't been to Layla." My eagle.

"Remember, Gus. Kedah pull... Forgive Najwa often. There could be gossip later. If there is gossip, even genengan will find it difficult to find a reason to meet Najwa." Bright Sarip.

"Yes... Yeah..." I replied origin while leaving him.

After the opening ceremony, I checked one by one the classes that would be the stops of the participants of Porseni from other schools. Make sure that everything is neatly arranged, and all the needs are available.

When I got to the third floor, I accidentally saw my lover. Down there, he was busy serving a wide variety of orders. He was pacing around without a pause. As other friends, always give additional work.

I want to let him sit with me. Without having to desperately help. It is she, my beloved who only wants me to be happy always. But my distance, not that close. I have to wait until he looks at me.

I see his current position is under the second floor of the library. Immediately I ran my legs, down the stairs to the ground floor. Keep walking quickly towards the stairs of the library building next to the office. I chose the second floor, and the terrace of the library.

Right on the edge of the floor fence, I could see Layla in the fog preparing an ice order. Right now I can't help anything, but at least I can reduce the scorching levels of the sun that stings his body. I take the book, I lay down my hands, he's a guardrail, holding up the reading book I took the original. I made sure, if my current position is right above Layla's body standing, I make sure also the hot sun will pass me first before she meets Layla's body.

I don't know, he's the one who's hurt, but why do I feel the pain?

"The Dharma!" Call Layla from down there. He no longer needed his ladder to banish the sunlight. Her face that gave such a smile back then kept my heart at ease.

"Layla, what's wrong? Did I bother you when I was here?'' many ensure.

He shook his head quickly.

"No. Thanks, I'm not hot." He said with a crisp smile. Huh! My heart, to want to escape from his position when he saw his smile.

"Well, so umbrella, dong?'' Mouthed

"Hehe..." He only returned a moment of laughter. Then refocus on his work. I will continue to be her umbrella until the time of my match. At least, that's all I can do right now.

For me, looking at Layla from behind a book is enough for my encouragement later. If he is currently struggling, then I will fight later.

It doesn't take much to make someone we like look at us with. Enough, take some time and make him aware of us who are always there for him.

There's no need to be anyone to steal his attention, just be us and all the flavors.