(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 8

Sooner or later this will happen too. Mas Albi is leaving, with the woman who is his destiny. They will build palaces, happiness and history in their lives.

His time will run out with the woman, his priorities will also belong to the woman. The body, the soul and everything. And I, will be alone.

“Nduk?"

That call awakened me. I don't know how long I've been daydreaming and not hearing their conversation. My ears are deaf, or they don't want to know.

“Dreamy opo sampek in jak kok kok nyaut i. (However, I didn't answer)" said my mother, making me more aware.

“Mboten daydreams." My eagle. Even if I knew they wouldn't believe it.

“Ya wes, dad same mas, mu arep terawih. Your mother ja'en terawih ang hut (Yes already. Same father you want to be clean. Your mother just took you to the cottage)"

“Nggeh“

After Dad and Mas Albi left, I took mom into the cottage. Inside all the santri are ready to do the terawih prayer. There are those who wait by whining the Qur’an, there are also those who patch the book, there are also those who chat or just sit wiridan.

When we entered, did not hesitate santri friends greet mother. Not because of who he is, but it has become a habit if there are santri guardians who enter their cottage in unison directly to experience it, a sign of respect and their ta'dzim. It was also the Kramas system taught by Abah Yai and Nyai's mother.

“Assalamualaikum, Mom, I'm Ais.Temannya Najwa."

The ice that was looking at us immediately approached. Though the position of the shof he was in front of himself. And mom and I were on the shof almost at the back.

“Waalaikumsalam, Oalh ngggeh. Layla told me about the sampean. It turns out that you are nduk“

I told my mother about ice. Naturally he's a friend, my best friend in the cabin. We are also one major and even one college in school.

“Then holiday play to Layla nduk house. I wait." My mother said before she said goodbye, because the prayers would begin.

“Nggeh, Mom, Insya Alloh." Ice Reply. Then he withdrew, returning to his place.

After seeing that, some of them swarmed towards Ais, surely they wanted to know the conversation between her and mother. Maybe it will be normal when my mother is known as my mother. But the name Mas Albi suddenly became famous. All this time I kept meetings about him. The matchmaking incident that night made the entire cottage curious and even curious about the figure of Mas Albi.

If Salwa wasn't the candidate, it might not be this great either. I feel like I want to hide Mas Albi so that no one knows where he is and how he is except me. But it's impossible. I'm just her sister, I should be happy when her brother goes viral and a lot of people crave it.

Prayers begin. All looks khusu’ prayer. Jama'ah full, in addition to the santri there are some outsiders who join the jam’ah. They were the salesmen in front of the cottage. The mother and son that I had bought ice fruit were also there.

After finishing well, my mother and I went back to the pot.

“*A*salamualaikum, Mom. I'm Salwa, his friend Najwa.“ Salwa introduced herself just like Ais had. Behind him some of his themes also crucified mother. I told you she was a princess surrounded by ladies. Even when Salwa tried to talk to Mom, her friend's – friends were standing behind her. As if not to disturb Salwa speaking.

“Oh! this is what his name is, Salwa. Ayu Tenan, Masya Alloh!“ Excited mother, fascinated with the face of ayu Salwa. No doubt, everyone must immediately fall in love to see Salwa. In so perfect. I saw him blushing in shame, found mom amazed by him.

“Sworship matriarch suwun, Mom. Sorry if I introduce myself." Salwa.

“It's okay. Mother even mussel. Especially knowing that you're a potential ghost. Sorry about Yo ngeneki's mother. (It's okay. Mother is happy. Especially knowing that you're a potential ghost. Sorry yes Nduk mom yes like this)“

I was shocked by the words of that blatant mother. Reflek I swoop his hand.

But Nasi has become a porridge Salwa has heard it, other friends have also become a witness. As if this moment was all clear. If she is recognized and accepted by my mother as a prospective ghost. He was getting embarrassed. Uh! It killed me.

“Thong, buk. Salwa bade ngaos the book of riyen. Monggo..“ Salwa said without renouncing her respect.

“Iya... Moga of benefit" Mother's prayer, after she received the hand-off of Salwa and her friends. After that I took my mother away. I also threw a smile at them before.

On the way to the sambangan mother praised Salwa. Oh Salwa, you really captivate everyone. I can't imagine Mas Albi meeting you. Maybe he will fall in love with you.

“Yeah, I just met a potential ghost. Masya Alloh... Boy e uayuuu, santuuunn pajae sampean will not nyesel entok mantu kyok ngunu (Masha Alloh, well...Her son is cute, polite, anyway you will not regret getting such a daughter-in-law)“

Just arrived, I have directly told about Salwa. I repeatedly breathed my breath. I see Mas Albi getting curious. No matter, I don't want to listen to all those stories. I'm sick of my own feelings.

Allc . Allc . Allc . You rule my heart, please be strong again. So that no human can tear it down later.

While mom was still telling me about Salwa I finished the food in front of me. I don't know anything, and how much. Because I don't know anymore either, what to do?

‘’Nduk... Did you eat earlier? Is it still not full?“ Ask Albi, I don't care. Doesn't anyone say that happiness takes energy. I want to eat, so I can be happy. Statement, silly, right?

“Nduk, you, why to?“ This time Mas Albi's hand stopped my hand that was about to eat again.

I forced the food in my hand to keep me stuffed into my mouth. But Albi took it and threw it away. I'm silent. Mom and Dad focused on me.

“Already night. Meningan Father same mother go home.“ I said suddenly. My heart is hardened, my feelings are hot, my brain is insane. Why does it hurt so much.

“What's up to nduk? Usually you want us to go, but now you want us to go home?" Ask Albi .

Why is it that only he understands my change of attitude. Why is he the one who seems to know my heartache and jealousy. I can't answer questions, I can't explain. What can I explain, and I just don't know what to explain? What did I answer? While the questions alone are not in harmony with what I am feeling.