(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 56

The sun did not melt my spirit. The boisterous cheer of the sporter invited a riot. Not to support his team, but they were scrambling to mention my name blatantly.

"Aryans! Aryan! Aryan!" It was so echoes, it invites thirst.

Concentration was broken many times because of their screams. It's nothing, they're not ashamed, coming here brings passion for the pesantrennya, but even the one supported by the opposing team. Moreover, they are holding santriwati status.

Fortunately, our cottage did not get students to be supporters of Porseni. If it is not possible at this time they have competed with supporters from other cottages.

Prriyitts....

The referee gave a sign that time was up. I saw the score on the small whiteboard to the west of the field. For a while, we were ahead by one number. But there is still a second round match to be able to qualify for the final match.

"Where are you going?'' sarip shouted after all players were allowed to rest for a while.

"Regular..." My answer. Surely Sarip knows where I'm headed.

"Awww... Arya, can I have a photo?!!" Excited some of the girls who were cheering me on during the match. They widened their eyes and smiled hope at me.

I smiled, then clenched my hands together.

"Sorry, yeah... Next time just." Reply, by not stopping my steps.

"WELL... That's so arrogant, she." Sorry about one of them.

No matter how they say anything to me, I don't care.

Isn't it commonplace, many people also do the same thing as the girls. Judging someone so easily, they just praised, then a few minutes later bully.

"Layla, is my ice ready?!!" I screamed after my footsteps reached the lips of Layla's tent door.

I don't know why I used to mention Layla's name. And I know that here he is called Najwa. I felt like I was special when there was no one else calling her Layla, other than me right now.

"Dharma?" I looked towards the voice that said my name.

"Mas Albi, what's here?" I was half surprised. How not, I was caught calling Layla's name out loud in front of her brother.

I stretched out my hand, saluted her, and another, someone sitting next to her.

"Who is he, why is he here? With Mas Albi anyway." Search me. My eyes did not stare at the foreign figure that disturbed my eyes enough. Threatened my position.

I wanted to ask her who she was, but Layla came with a tray.

"This was ice for Kang Dharma, Mas. I made it again, yeah...Patience." Layla.

I did ask Layla to prepare all the necessities for my futsal team. I purposely line his wares at this time. Practicing my team to eat and drink at Layla's tavern. Suppose someone wants to eat in another tent, I submit, but it is no longer my responsibility.

"Later, just make Mas Albi. I'll be okay." I refute while taking two bowls of ice of the shaved fruit.

"Kang Dharma, just a second... I made it." Layla said, her face full of compassion, and guilt.

I throw a smile to kill his worried prejudice. Then he went back to eliminate behind the wooden board, where the shaved fruit ice is made.

A soothing sight. We were like a couple who were entertaining guests.

Mas Albi's eyes continued to look at our behavior. It's possible, he's got Layla's attitude changed for me.

"Mas Albi's been a long time, here?" ask me, while pinching my feet that are starting to numb.

"Must. It was here, because Layla must be here too." Answer the Albi.

Layla came with a tray full of shaved fruit ice bowls for me. He allowed me to enjoy it too.

"Thank you, Oh yeah... The others are outside, have they been made as well?'' my many. They are definitely my futsal team.

"Some have already got a part. Others, still made." Layla replied, pointing behind the bamboo board.

It must be because I'm wearing a sweaty shirt right now. Especially the shoes and socks that I still have

"I? I'm not coming, Mom. I just ran away from there. Raise the gallon." My answer. The ice in the bowl bit by bit began to taste.

"Indeed, is there a gallon lift?" said someone I didn't know his name yet. I wanted to laugh, because she was so fond of believing my original words.

"Hehehe, try it later, I add it to the race list." My reply.

"Don't believe the same nonsense, just kidding." Sahut Mas Albi's.

"Oh." The man nodded.

Moments later, Layla asks permission to help her friends. Perhaps he would have thought, if he had stayed among us, men.

The three of us then enjoyed Layla's shaved fruit ice. I don't know, he's the one who made it himself or not. But for sure, I'll finish that ice with nothing left. Of course, that was the first thing Layla gave me, yeah... Even if I have to pay it later. Whatever it is, I will appreciate it.

I saw Mas Albi and the man was also enjoying the ice. They permeate every inventive taste in it.

Minutes passed, I had to go back to the field to fight again. Still got a little time. I saw behind the bamboo boards, Layla never met. Was this our last meeting today?

Pucuk in love ulampun arrived. Just now I was expecting him to come, and then he actually came. He was sitting on a plastic chair in the tent. Do not dare to sit down, because it has been filled by us men.

Mas Albi opened the conversation by asking about ideas and concepts made for this bazaar tent. He also asked who gave the idea to sell the shaved fruit ice.

Finally, Layla also told me if her friend named Aisyah who made the idea.

"Where, he?" ask the man next to Mas Albi. Since then I have not had time to get acquainted with him. I'm getting curious, who is she really?

"That, in the back. Want me to call you?" tawar Layla's.

"Hehehehe, no. It's there, ka_"

Not yet finished he spoke, Mas Albi silenced his mouth. Then glare at him. Seeing that, I was more and more curious about what he was going to say.

"I mean, there's already ice...The guy doesn't have to." Added the man, as if he was explaining his incompatibility.

"Mas Albi, would you like to go?" ask Layla.

He only asked his brother, but I wanted to.

"No, my stomach is still full." Mas Albi replied while shaking his head.

"Layla, I'll just. Make it again, yes but don't be sweet. You see, it's sweet to look at you,"

Ukhuk Ukhuk Ukhuk

I gasped at the man's words, to the point of choking me. One kolang-kaling fruit just slide, without first I chew.

"You, is it okay?" ask Mas Albi. He was the most helpful to me.

Since I can't answer it yet, I use my hand to signal that I'm okay.

"White water, Kang." Layla is giving water. Immediately I sipped the white water. Layla is the cure for all my illnesses.

"Oh, yes...Who is it, huh?" ask me directly without pause, after my throat back is fine. I looked him in the eye, and I didn't allow him to lie.

"He's our brother too. I haven't seen each other in a long time, so I'll take it with me. Anyway, it can be for a friend to talk." Mas Albi replied, patting the shoulder of the man who was introduced as his brother.

"Yes, we're brothers." Add that guy. I'm not even sure about that.

"Oh, yes. You see, it's not allowed here in the peek by people who are not mahramnya." I said firmly.

They were silent, without daring to speak. That's enough to prove that it's not okay right now.