(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 58

#Aryan Dharma

Just as I was coming out of the mosque, a cloud began to creep. After this, it will rain. As soon as I move, change sports clothes again. It is also impossible for me to wear sports clothes that are wet with sweat, I deliberately prepared two shirts for me to use for this match.

"The Dharma?!" Call Ning Nada, she has finished praying as well it turns out.

"Have finished praying? I'm going back to the match. You?" much

"Follow..." Sumringah.

"But it's going to rain. Not afraid it will suddenly rain, still can not go home?"

"Nothing, there will also be an umbrella when it rains." The reply.

I took a long breath. It seems Sarip's guess is correct. Ning Nada put more sense towards me. How will I explain, if at this time I do not want to be a Dharma that likes to play heart again. How to also explain, if this moment turned to look at others I can not do. How, to make him aware, if there is a heart that I want to keep his wholeness.

Layla never once betrayed me, even though she was able to. He still maintains the integrity of his honor to be given to his partner later. When I spoke, and looked at his face, he lowered his head.

Right, he and I haven't tied anything up. Right, if right now I'm the only one who thinks of him as a lover, he's still ordinary. But did not, sayyidina Ali also did the same thing, save the taste of the daughter of the Prophet Fatimah az Zahra by still holding her, without daring to speak. And even more proud, when it turns out Princess Fatimah Az-Zahra also keeps the same taste.

"Kang, what's so dumb?" ask Ning Nada.

"Anu, Ning... I'm not tired of just seeing people the same. Perhaps, they were mocking me for daring to take you both ways." Answer me, revealing the reason as well. I hope after this he will undo his intention to continue with me.

''Haha, not kang! They also know we're brothers." Said Ning Nada.

I scratched my head that wasn't scratching. What other reason, that he would leave me.

''But not everyone knows." My reply.

"Cooking? Who doesn't know? All the students also know that you're still my cousin." Said

"Some, who doesn't know. Lay_ emm... Children from another cottage." Answer nervously.

I almost called Layla. All I know is that he's the only one who doesn't know who I really am. In fact, he remained ordinary, after I had openly shown my concern. Unlike, with other girls, who will often hesitate if I approach and have immediately thrust my heart.

"Eh... That's not Albi, with Andre?"

I circled my gaze towards the destination of Ning Nada's eyes. Mas Albi was walking towards Layla's tent, still with the man she had acknowledged as a brother.

The black clouds seemed to be starting to ravage the situation, thus making some of the tents cleaned up.

"Who are the men with Mas Albi?" I am still stuck with the behavior of both. This time they replaced my position to help Layla remove the tent attribute.

"You mean, Andre? He's Albi's friend, he's also in a class with us first. If I don't hear wrong, he's pretty famous on his campus right now. Their abilities were both quite impressed, above average. Moreover, Andre who is set in a distinguished family also." Answer Ning Nada.

"Propositions." Ning Nada answered by shrugging both of her shoulders. Signs are less sure.

"Well! Not yet at war, but already at a rival." I said unconsciously.

"Eh... What did you just say?" ask Ning Nada. Curious.

"Ti_No. Haha... Just getting hotter." Reply staggered. Smirking makes sure if it's okay.

Thank goodness he no longer asked. I'll be out of the mosque. Step back towards the match area. When passing through Layla's tent, it feels like stopping by even for a moment. However, in fact I was being escorted by the woman who owns the territory at this time. Ning Nada still looms over where my footsteps go.

Cloudy does not deter his appearance. He's making sure of the water spill. The match still leaves two rounds.

Obtain confirmation from the committee if the match continues to run until the real rain falls. I immediately took a step to join and finish this match.

Less than ten minutes. Thank goodness when I left the team was still able to defend the victory. It takes one more goal and we'll be in the final.

This time the opponent is quite clever in breaking the strategy. They knew right away, if the ball at my feet I wouldn't have to put it myself later. They began to stretch the guard against me. Keep focusing on the ball at my feet, trying to grab it. The other players stand guard in every core player of our team. It made me lose my mind to ascertain where I should pass this ball.

The clock continues. Just two more minutes. If this continues, there is only a series and we will increase the time to compete again. Finally, I decided to take over on my own, break through all the opposing players, heading into the goal. I did not hesitate to kick the ball directly into the goal.

"Golll Golll Goll!"

The screams of all the seporters sounded loud into the eardrum. The view was not necessarily directional at once, because my team immediately carried me to the clouds. Highlighting the victory and giving praise to the victory. We will still have the final tomorrow.

" Joss Jenengan tenan, Gus!" Praise Sarip for giving me a bottle of water.

"Wes mujine (That's the minus) I want to see Layla first." I said. Hand over the water bottle that I just gulped the water in half to Sarip again.

"Eh... No!" Sarip. He pulled my arm when my steps were steady to see Layla. Immediately I applauded Sarip because many saw it. It could be that they are staring strangely, when fellow men are pulling like that.

"I've been monitoring it. There was still her brother, the man was still with them. Jenengan don't go there first. Remember Gus, pull the stitches." Sarip.

"Pull the tug-of-war on you. She also has a crush on Layla. Clearly in front of me he dared to gombalin Layla. If I don't move fast, Layla might prefer him. He's just like me, too, Lo... Even the undergraduate. You here, pull the pull!" My anger.

How do you know what I feel now? How can I calm down if the one with Layla now blatantly shows attention. There would be no men who would come with a friendship with a worried look. My memory goes back to a while ago, when Andre_ was the name of the man they recognized as a brother. He stared at Layla with loving temptation. Where Layla's footsteps went, she was ready behind him. Although I know too, if they're not alone. But still, it had already triggered jealousy in the chest.

"Sorry, Gus. Not that it won't allow, but..." Sarip stopped saying, his eyes hinting for me to follow his direction. And he stopped at Ning Nada's figure, and already waved his hand.

"Where, tho, how can women not chase us?" ask me on Sarip with the nelangsa. I'm tired of pretending.

"If that's what I don't know, Gus. Moreover, the concept of the woman, Ning Nada." Answer Sarip.

Heh. I'm breathing deeply. Perhaps the figure is quite difficult to avoid because it bears our barokah kyai. Then how should I face it?