(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 70

#Aryan Dharma

*You may love, but do not hurt HIM who gives love. For he is the only love that has no other comparison.*

Layla's coming, she's still wearing the same outfit. He must have been holding back the cold at this time because the clothes had been partially wet.

If he had been kosher to me I would have immediately asked him to change his clothes. He prepared everything and warmed his body.

Just now we were about to enter Andre's white Fortuner car, suddenly Ning Nada came. He easily diverted all plans. I'm happy for one more car with Layla, must follow the orders of the princess of boarding school. No matter what thanks to him Layla will be all night in front of my eyes. Thanks to him anyway, we'll be one roof for a while.

I can't imagine what we're going to do. Although withholding annoyance I got into Ning Nada's car. Salwa was there with us.

His face held a twinkle, he was already pink when he saw Mas Albi earlier. Through the rearview mirror I could see if he was looking at the street outside. But still the smile on his lips was incessant.

The car entered the eastern Dhalem area. Houses with ancient Dutch design become our destination.

That said, this house was bought by Abah yai directly from the Dutch. They are quite beautiful and rich. It has thousands of horses that some of their horses put behind this house. The building of the horse stables is still solid to this day. It's in the back yard.

Behind there is also a fish pond that is currently also used to breed catfish and gurami. Some qodam are asked to take care of it all.

A large courtyard was added with a second floor building. It was like a villa in the mountains. Aided by the number of shady trees make the scenery in East Dhalem suitable to be a resting place.

When I got there, I went straight to the back. Guests are allowed to sit in the living room.

My step straight into the kitchen. What'd you try for? Cooking warm water for Layla. But I also don't know how to deliver it. Most importantly, she is changing clothes.

"Gus, what's the warm water for?" ask Sarip

He knew if the banquet had been prepared by santri qodam lainya. I still go to the kitchen to draw water.

"Make coffee, huh, Gus? There's been something made of it" Sarip said again.

"No, Rip wants to make some warm water for Layla,"

Sarip sontak.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Sarip scratched his nape.

"There's warm water in every room, Gus. No need to do it" answered Sarip

"Well, I'm not talking. The last time I was here, it was still the bathroom,"

"The fasting holiday yesterday was just in pairs,"

"So there's all the warm water in every bathroom in the room?" I assure

"Yes, the restroom in the back. That's for santri Qodam,"

"Well, which room will Layla sleep in? Cook it there?"

"Ning Salwa is taking Layla to her room right now. I don't think it's possible that Layla was told to sleep in the back, they went to the second floor anyway,"

I breathe a sigh of relief. My cousin's sister seems to be looking for Layla's heart, too. Because inevitably later they will also become brothers-in-law. If indeed Mas Albi really married Salwa. But if not, they will still be sisters-in-law, because I will marry Layla. I laughed at myself imagining that time coming.

"Right, Gus... Forgive my pajambak smiles to (Don't smile by myself) My feelings are not good. Since the genengan knows Layla, the genengan often daydreams of himself, smiling himself. Even more aggressive, am I afraid,"

"You think I'm out of my mind, don't you?"

"No, still sane. But almost half are self-conscious,"

"Love is crazy, Rip. You haven't felt it yet, if you'll definitely know how delicious it is every time you can see the person you love,"

"See people money you love? Who, kang?" Suddenly Ning Nada came from the direction of the kitchen door.

Sarip and I were confused because he heard what I had just said.

"Who are you, the one you love?" ning Nada asked him, he was curious. But his face looks radiant, no matter what.

"Nobody, I just explained to Badrun. Because he asked me how it would feel to be in love" I replied with reason.

I glared at Sarip. It's good that he thinks I'm crazy. Watch out later if he's crazier when he's in love.

"Haha... Can you explain, Kang? Then are you in love too?''

I'm just messing around. I can't lie to myself if there's Layla in my heart right now.

"Lamar, kang. Let's not be stabbed by people," added Ning Nada, he even looks shy.

Wooh, what's the red hue on his face, huh? Don't let him think that what I love is him.

Lately his attitude has been worrying.

"Astaghfirullah, also umup, (It's boiling)Gus!" Sarip

He deftly turned off the stove because the water I was cooking was boiling perfectly.

"What are you doing, are drinks in the dining room?" ask Ning Nada

He looked behind me. In a pot filled with water that has just boiled.

"It was going to make a bath, but it turns out that the word bathroom Sarip here has been in the warm tide as well," I replied

"Oh... Thank goodness, already. Loh, haven't you taken a shower? Kirain already, the problem is already handsome plus wanggi,"

I whinesan. Just this time, a lifetime of being a distant cousin I heard Ning Nada praise like that.

Duh, Wrestling... Don't let him fall in love with me. Because you know, right? That my heart was filled with Layla. Just Layla.

"Make me, Ning... I haven't had a bath" Sarip said

"Oh, yeah."

Because of the warm water, Ning Nada's purpose was forgotten. He went to the kitchen because in the dining room his spoon was lacking.

She is indeed the daughter of a kyai, but that does not mean she is spoiled and asks for everything prepared by Qodam Abahahah. Not that he can freely rule, and sit sweet. Ning Nada was a pretty independent princess, but still it couldn't make me fall in love. For some reason, my heart was even attached to his Abah santri, since our first meeting.

"Come, we jama'ah kang first, after that just dinner," asked Ning Nada.

"Yes, Ning."

He passed away after getting what he was looking for, a container with stuffing spoons and forks.

Sarip and I also immediately prepared for the congregation. I don't know who will be the priest. Goods Mas Albi, because he's the oldest he took us.

In the middle of the house there is a large room. The room is currently made into a mushola in the house. Renovated in such a way as to form a mushola room.

All the men gathered there. Including the Qodam guards, all will join the congregation. Just waiting for the women who are not sure what they are preparing for.

The clock shows the six figure past five minutes. The end time of magrib prayer.

"Perhaps the women themselves, jama'ah" said Andre

I think so too. Although there is a barrier here but still it can happen.

"I asked them first" said Mas Albi

He'll get up from sitting cross-legged huh. But he undoes the cause from outside of the horde that we will have come.

The women came from the stairs, complete with the mucus they had used.

Duh, I was instantly blown away by the light footsteps of someone who was at the very back. Layla, her face shines like an angel of heaven. The pink color adds to its beauty.

Yes Alloh! I'll go to Your commandments, but still I'm tempted to look at your creature.

I read Istighfar many times. I may be infatuated by Layla, but I must not forget the creator. He is the only love that will be second to none.

Astarghfirullah...

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