(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 57

I can't be sure who the man is with Mas Albi. At least I know, his name is Andre. He was quite brave in front of Layla. Launching combalan without strainer.

I see Layla seems ordinary when Andre teases her. Or maybe they are, if they are brothers? If not, Layla might be as calm as she was.

If it wasn't my time. Maybe I have valid information about who that man is. Not like this, it's bumpy and unsettling.

"The Dharma?!" The call immediately focused my eyes on the figure sitting under the third-floor Pine tree. He was among the other spectators. Only, he looked the most conspicuous at the moment. Because the people beside him were standing with their eyes down.

"Ning Nada, what's here?" my question is to approach him.

I scratched my nape that wasn't itchy. Considering I didn't heed her call. What is that, he's here? What need has made him this far and clear?

"Dad, Walk. I keep hearing you're playing futsal" he replied.

"Yes...It's gonna go again. Ning Nada what is it about here?'' manya curious. Maybe there is something else important. Rarely does he want to be hot near the field like this. Usually also stop by at one of the stands after that go home.

"Lohs... Yeah look at you fight, be it. I was out for a walk, find you. But I didn't see you."

I turned my gaze to the row of people who started to stalk our conversation. They must be talking about what we're talking about.

"Where are you supposed to be? Where is there no Basceme?" ask Ning Nada.

"Oh... Just look for fresh ones. In full basceme, so shady nyari."

I deliberately didn't say where exactly I was. I don't know, just be scared. Maybe if it was normal, he thought. Maybe even he likes, if he knows there are his comrades in arms here, Mas Albi and Guys who were together earlier.

"Well, can you drink? Though I brought you your favorite Cappucino ice. Here's..."

I gawk. What's the matter? Why suddenly? Look at the big cup with the capuccino stuffing in his hand.

"Salwa stand sells this. So buy it for you." Added.

" Thank you, Ning." I grinned while taking the drink. I can't possibly reject it either.

He seems to be showing me some attention. I don't know what the reason is? Well, we are brothers, close too. But why do I feel the twinkle in his eyes as if it means a different taste? I hope that's just my assumption.

"I want to fight, first. Ning Nada wants to be here or go home?" many ensure.

"outside! I want to see you fight."

Deg. I feel something bad more. Why all of a sudden, had his attitude changed like this? Since when did he care about the match?

"Oh... Gawk. But, don't be surprised... If many will shout at me. They are encouraging me. Do not report to Abah. Poor thing, if you come home from here can be ignored because of me," I said

"Those who have been encouraging you ever since. That yell? How do you know your name?"

"Byeah, here! It's clearly on my back." I turned the body. Shows the name 'Arya' with the number nine below it.

"Haha! Dare to make you." Said Ning Nada with a small smile.

"Well, maybe among the others I'm the cutest." Reply with the pedal.

Ning Nada laughed instead. That means he's ordinary. That's the worst time I've ever been if he's treating me special.

"Yes already. I was fighting, first Ning. Please pray, may we win!" I said without hesitation.

Ning Nada too, clenched her palms. Quickly, he exclaimed, "Excite!"

After that I returned to my position. Before I started, I took a look at Layla's tent. I wish I could see it for a moment. But it turns out he was in a tent. Could it be because there was a figure of Andre who was visiting him?

Who is that guy really? There was still a lot of doubt in his chest. I remember how he looked at Layla. If I'm right, he's just like me. Layla was in her heart. Or indeed that's how he treats his sister, especially Mas Albi said, if they have not seen each other for a long time.

I hold my hand in my chest. Then he leaned over right in front of his sight. It is an infinite form of gratitude and respect.

Hopefully, he doesn't think what I'm doing is special. I just want to respect him.

I don't know why, right now I want to keep my heart. No longer want to mess around anymore, let alone give others the opportunity to assume my attitude is excessive.

It will all invite a lot of assumptions.

The match began. Concentrate back with the ball. My eyes did not escape from that round, rolling thing. Running around trying to take it from the opponent. Take full care of her while she's in my control.

In playing futsal, one person is not enough to win. That's why we need friends to fight for each other.

Some people may think, if at this time I myself kick a ball just to boast of myself. However, in fact, I am currently escorting the opponent to follow me. So that friends who do not get a guard, can get a chance to kick the ball into the goal. Towards victory.

And right, Gooll!!!

One of our players managed to break into the goal after getting a pass from me.

When everyone exclaimed, my eyes looked at the figure of my lover. He just got out of his tent. Towards the North. That means, the mosque is their goal.

Even in the crowd, he kept his honor. Invite her female friend, when there are two legs - a man who takes care of her.

If he can keep his honor, then I should be able to keep his feelings. No longer will I spread charm, smile at just any woman. Closing the gap to a heart that wants to see.

I used to, on purpose, make a gap for a lot of women to enjoy the stabbing of romance. Giving more attention, even though I knew I wouldn't expect it. But after meeting with Layla, all the gaps were closed by themselves.

"I pray first, yes... Later in the last minutes I entered again," I told Sarip.

Some days I realized, if Sarip is the best choice from Umi for me to make a friend. He stood by me wherever I went. Included in this futsal match. He is good at playing.

"Ready, Gus." Quick reply Sarip.

After that I went out of the field. Take a bag of mineral water and a towel, take it with me.

It feels so hot. I want to fill my body with water. At least I have time to refresh myself later.

"The Dharma?!'' That voice again, I turned to the direction the call came from.

From the opposite direction Ning Nada ran a little towards me. Honestly, I forgot that there was him. Because my focus was immediately broken when I saw Layla leave the tent earlier.

At a time like this I saw him like a child approaching his brother. The dignity he was away from suddenly disappeared. There was no charisma as he smiled crisply in front of me like this. Usually he's not like this? But why did he change?

"What's up, Ning?" much

"Where are you going?"

"To the mosque, to pray."

"Aren't the match?''

"Later. There's still half an hour. At the last minute I go in again."

"Oh... Yes already. I'm coming?!"

"He, Where?" I don't get it.

"Ke Masjid, you wanted to pray, right?" Clearly Ning Nada.

I'm dumbfounded. Especially this? Why did he turn into a shadow that followed my steps.