(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 7

“Mas, Daddy's same mom, where?"

“Come, they're there." Answer the Albi. Without waiting for him to hold my hand. I followed his steps towards the very end of the pot. I ignored some of the santri who were whispering, and gazing with envy as well as question marks around me. Immediately, I saw Salwa peering from the window of Mushola Ndalem.When I found out that, somehow my steps accelerated, offset Mas Albi and cover himself from the view of other students, including Salwa.

“Why, Nduk?"

“No papa, come on!'' I changed into holding the hand of the Albi mas, and immediately ran small towards the sambangan.

“Assalama... “ My regards. I saw that his father and mother were waiting for us to come, I immediately felt him and kissed them on both cheeks.

“Health, Nduk?" Ask Dad. He stroked my head gently.

“Alhamdulillah, Dad, healthy too? Mom too?" Ask me back. When I last saw him, he was sick.

“Alhamdulillah healthy.“

“Can I go out Nduk?" Ask Albi suddenly.

“Ndak can Mas. It could be just in front of the cottage there. What's up?"

“You buy ice same way. Kirain you can come out, yes I've only been out for a while."

“I'm coming.“ My whine

“He said, can't get out? “

“In front of the cottage can. Buy it there, it's a lot.“

“Wes nak front cottage, ae.“ Sahut.

“Nggeh. What do you want me to buy?“ Ask Mas Albi.

“Ndak. Ko lek tumbas Kabeh , don't onok sing maem cookase your mother. (no need, later if buy all no one eats your mother's cooking)“

“Walah Sir. Lek wants to mature ae, maem kamene mom wes bendino .(if you want to say it. Eat mother's cooking already Every heart)“

“Gak Waleh buk, cookery mom most delicious sak dunyo(Not bored buk, the cuisine is the most delicious in the world)“

“Come nduk, long time later you baper see Same father mother.“ Exclaimed Mas Albi, he got up from his seat.

I also moved from my place. Follow her steps out of the room. Mom and Dad looked at our behavior.

“Wes buk, Sir. Monggo on continue. ‘’ I said as well as say goodbye before we came out.

We go to the front of the cottage, there are already lined with dishes that provide lots of food, drinks, snacks and so forth. Why traders ndadakan, because Meraka only sells during Ramadan only.

Usually, there are no sellers that much during a typical day. The pesantren do not prohibit them from selling, as long as they pray and terawih they also join the congregation. And close the trade for a moment. After all in santri putra does not require eating at the cottage. They are free to eat in the stalls near the cottage.

As a result, the merchants in front of the cottage crowded by santri putra. Santri Putri can come to buy at sambangan only.

“What do you want nduk?"

“What, yes, Mas. Baffled. I want all."

“ Way, yes, not all. Yep, or that fruit ice?“

Mas Albi headed for the ice fruit merchant. Sales of a middle-aged woman accompanied by a child aged two years. From other traders, the oldest cart, actually quite clean. But the cart that is partly ahead there is already a scratch on the termite eating makes a shabby, and unkempt impression . Perhaps because it also makes buyers rarely.

“Buk, ice fruit, friends ngggeh.“ Mas Albi

“ Nggeh. Waiting for ngggeh mas. Mongqo ... “ Said the mother, let us sit in a plastic chair.

I saw the little boy playing a robot, not bothering his mother who was making ice for us. So sweet, and smart.

“Santri princess, can't buy here ta, Nduk?”

“Bby. Time is just off. If you want to buy, yes, sometimes there are tipped the same temen in sambang.“

Maybe Mas Albi looked around, rarely met santri princess and almost all santri son.

“Liat, your friend if in front of santri putra nuduk-nduk isin.“

“Start. Santri putra if in the princess area must be like that too."

“You don't like that, Nduk? It's just normal, though. Though earlier we fit the path of many sons santri who saw you. Some even dare to call your name. Najwa, Najwa..“.

“La what should it be? Cook me call them back. Where do I want to put my muruah?''

I realized when we just came out of the sideburns earlier. Santri's son almost all looked in our direction. I also heard some of them calling my name, though not loudly, but so clearly. Things like that are common, not just to me. If there are other santriwati and someone knows his name for sure they will also do the same.

“Haha...Nice of it, nduk.“

“Good, what? Good is my attitude the same as theirs or a good idea that should return their calls?"

“Two. Haha...''

“Yang so the center of attention it open me but you Mas.''

“Loh, how, me?”

“It. Who wouldn't be curious about her future husband Ning Salwa." I said with a press.

“Loh , piye kui mean, te (Loh, how does that mean)?"

I saw Mas Albi's curious face. Either because of my words or the name I just called. I'm sure I don't like it.

“Buy fried Mas, make mbak-mbak later.'' Without waiting for me to wander myself towards the fried seller.

“Twenty thousand, mas, mix. And another 10 grand," I said.

“Rakat, Mas, the other 5 only. And the one that interfered was 25 grand." Mas Albi is behind me.

“ Mother brought bakwan same ote-ote your favorite." Add Mas Albi before I ask.

“No say,“

“Barusa said, you also nyelonong that aja earlier. “

“Yes, yes..."

A few moments later I received my order. Mas Albi swiftly replaced carrying it. We still have time to buy a few more meals, when fasting sees the food it feels like to buy it all. But Albi's mas prevented me from doing that . He bought me something I really wanted.

“Udah nduk. You won't be able to eat all this." He said when I still wanted to choose something.

"Yes, weslah." As usual, I can't argue with her.

We're heading to the quarry. Soon adzan magrib reverberated.

Once in the room, Mom prepared our open dish. I was tempted instantly by so many dishes, all the meaning to my tribe. Oseng papaya, soy sauce seasoning chicken, there are also those in geppek, asem vegetables, sambel pindang, and many others.

“Waw! I like everything." I said girly

“See Mom, she also bought a lot of food earlier"

Mas Albi shows some black crackles that contain a variety of foods and drinks.

“No papa to, I want it all.'' My protest.

“Iya, yes, no papa.Wes to eat no as satisfied.“

“Weekk“ I stuck out his tongue to Mas Albi.

Adzan magrib. We open up together soon. Times like this are the most enjoyable. After a day of fasting, any food will definitely taste good. Especially with family.

“Nduk, what did you mean?” Bisik Mas Albi's.

We finished breaking and praying magrib.

If because it is not a symbol I would have mingled with other friends to teach the book.

“What, Lo?"

“Tadi, Lo, don't pretend to forget." Her chirps.

“Oh! About Ning Salwa?''

“Who is Ning Salwa?," asked the father

“Mas Albi did not tell me that he was in the same room as Kyai pas nganter me to the cottage yesterday."

“Walah. How, not your story, le?”

Now that question is to Mas Albi. We were all focused on him. Awaiting answer.

“Bingung, Sir. La, it is not clear what the real application is just guyonan.“ replied Mas Albi.

So all this time Mas Albi also considered that the night was just a joke. But it's real. How could a kyai joke about a proposal, especially about someone's heart.

“Sinten, Nduk sing ngo?“

Now that question is like scraping my heart . You look enthusiastic, and so does your mom. It was like they had good news.

“Kyai Anwar, still kyai Musthofa's brother. And Neng Salwa his daughter, one generation with me.“

“Still small, but how come you've been looking for a candidate?" question from mom.

“Say their family used to marry off their daughter after Aliyah.“ I replied. Remembering Salwa's answer at that time. When I asked the same thing as my mother.

“In the pesantren family the usual thing is ma'am, even sometimes before graduating school they have been betrothed."

“Oalh, keep piye answer, you?” ask Mother. I want to listen too.

“*Ngggeh. Lawong Albi is confused.Niku menenan npo guyonan. Hehe*..“ Answer the Albi.

“ Alhamdulillah if Albi tomorrow so mantune kyai. But yes the crew of Dewe Iki sopo ngarep ngarep big stuff (Alhamdulillah if later Albi became kyai's son-in-law. But who we are, who we hope to be)'' Father said.

“Tadi, Ning Salwa also nitip salam same Mas Albi." I said, I should send that greeting too.

“Waalaikumsalam.“ Reply Mas Albi.

I feel like Albi is hiding her curiosity. He must have wondered about Salwa. Does he know about the conversation he and his brother had? Since when did he give his greetings to himself? And how is he really? Could he have agreed to their match? Uh! I don't know how many questions are in his mind right now. And some of his many wishes know about Salwa.

“Emm..it looks like ning Salwa likes the same Mas mu nduk“.

“Looks buk. So how's the Albinya?"

For the first time I saw the red face of Albi mas, resisting embarrassment as we teased him. Could he like Salwa too? But how not. Hearing her name alone could make her blush in shame like that. Moreover, Salwa was a Ning, already seen once perfection in her. A foolish young man who rejected a princess.