(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 77

#Albifardzan

In the morning I controlled the kitchen. After asking permission on the tone to use the kitchen in this house I started preparing ingredients for cooking.

Simple cuisine, stir-fried papaya that Layla wanted to eat yesterday. Seeing him eat not ravenously yesterday made me more intent to cook his favorite meal.

Alloh meridhoi because I do not need to go far to find young papaya. In the garden behind this house there are some papaya trees that happen to bear a lot of fruit.

Immediately I picked two pieces, of course, had asked permission on Nada. It's okay if I have to laugh because of my behavior that has been considered like a virgin.

What if Layla cooks? Nothing is wrong, right? Later suppose that the household and my wife is having an obstacle to cooking I can replace the task.

Why did he get there, he thought?

"Make what, Mom?'' I was shocked when suddenly Salwa was in the kitchen doorway.

"Salvas?"

"Yes..." He walked up to me who was grating papaya.

Ow hell! I feel ashamed to see it at a time like this. He must have been with me.

"Said Ning Nada mas Albi want to cook, huh?" ask Salwa

He saw some of the spices I had peeled

"Yesterday Layla wants papaya stir-fry cuisine. So just stay here, I want to make it,"

"May I help you?" salwa. His eyes that were embarrassed yesterday I looked at now suddenly had the courage he showed.

For a moment I was silent looking at his eyeballs. Clear, full of love and attention. His father's face was shaded like the twilight, red blushing.

"Mass? Can Salwa help?" hail it once again.

I woke up from his charm. Astarghfirullah...

"No need, Salwa... Poor your hands. It'll get dirty,"

Hearing that, he was embarrassed. Buried his face for a few times.

"It's okay, I also want to learn to cook." Gentle objection.

I have no power to prevent it.

"If you insist, you may. Please seasoning it in small pieces, huh?''

"In the fine iris, you mean?"

I smiled, "Yes that's what it means," I replied . To misinterpret the word for groggy cause.

He also took a knife. On the ground he has started slicing one by one the spices.

"What time is it here tonight?" my many.

"Jam one, Mas."

"Night too, I don't think I'm here anymore,"

"Where possible, there will be a guest Ning Nada,"

I chuckled small. He disputes his words about guests. For I know that his presence is now also because of me. Athaghfirullah, Albi!

"You're still his brother, Nada? From whom?" much

"From Abi, Mas. Same with Dharma as well, we are one great-grandfather," replied Salwa.

Although from the way of slicing spices looks not trained at all. Salwa continued to try to complete her task. Several times he rubbed his eyes because he felt pain in the eyes. Red onions bring tears.

But how will it be, there is no way that I wipe her tears at this moment. She's still the girl to keep out of the hands of a man like me.

"Oh... So you three are still brothers. Dharma is very close to you too" I said

"Yes... Said Ning Nada who planned the banquet yesterday as well as kang Dharma, she was the one who did not enjoy it,"

I'm mangosteen. Behind this banquet there is Dharma as the main character. I also remember when we met at the beach on vacation yesterday. He was very enthusiastic about hosting us. Until all the menus in the stalls we occupy it serves us.

Iriasan seasoning that has been completed is also in Salwa execution directly I put it on the pan. Fry it for a while until it smells good. After that, mix it with other spices. Like galangal, bay leaves, salt and sugar. Only then did the papaya enter before that I added enough water.

"Mas Albi shrewd, yes the cuisine. Learn from whom?''

"Sometimes if at home help the mother cook, if it is really free and wants," I replied by explaining. She's afraid she thinks I'm always helping mom in the kitchen. It's nothing, seeing his behavior instead of ilfil but instead looks fascinated.

"Can the salt cook?" much

He immediately shook his head. She is the king's daughter.

"Can't, sometime teach Salwa, will you?" tanyakanya.

I smiled, "Insya Alloh" I replied

The question is ordinary but the meaning in it is full of meaning. Sometime shows the time to come, she where Salwa and I must meet again. Somehow his condition. As for teaching that means we will go through a time like this for a long time. Back again, I don't know when and how. I can't be sure yet. How good it is.

Hearing my answer, he blushed again. Turns out he wasn't as quiet as I thought. Not as shy as it looks either.

Shame is natural for women, because it is one of the guardians of their self-esteem.

"But I haven't seen Najwa since, where is she?" ask Salwa

"I haven't seen him either. Probably still in his room."

"I'll call you, yeah... Have you finished the cooking?''

"It has. Thank you for accompanying." I said before Salwa left.

He did not reply just presenting a sweet smile that made me fascinated again. She is beautiful as people say. Being with her for almost a day was enough to make me understand that she was a kind girl.

I brought papaya stir-fry to the dining table. There are some other foods that have been prepared.

I saw the second floor, still not showing anyone. Andre must have been a mess, too. Salwa who called Layla has not been seen either.

Dharma has not been seen since morning. I think I woke up the morning.

"Mas Najwa and Aisha are not in her room!" Salwa from the second floor. Looking down at me.

The deg! Layla doesn't exist?

"Perhaps on the balcony, Sal," I said

"Nothing, I've searched the whole second floor,"

Where is Layla in the morning like this. He didn't even give me any news at all.

I rushed to the second floor. Towards the room, I found Andre still asleep. I woke him up right away.

"Ndre, did Layla say goodbye to you?'' ask me immediately.

Still half-drowsy he woke up too.

"No, I haven't met Layla today. What's up?"

"Layla does not exist. He's not in this house,"

"Ngaco. Maybe take a walk, ah!

Sleep me!"

"You're this. He said he'd take care of Layla. Layla's turn is absent, even molor. Fuck up!" Umpat me.

I rushed to search all over the house. Make sure that Layla doesn't exist. Salwa is looking for. If Layla was out for a walk, she would know I was in the kitchen. He could have met me. But no, he didn't even leave any messages.

"Layla doesn't exist?" ask Andre.

He finally woke up too. It's free, I've been around the house twice but still didn't find Layla and Aisyah.

"Dharma people don't exist either, maybe they go together" Salwa said.

I can't think straight now. The tone is still in his room. I don't know what he's doing right now. But if he knew, his Santriya was lost when he was in a herbal medicine like this. He'll be disappointed.

Convenient Layla... Where are you, Nduk?!