(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 79

#Layla Najwa Fathurrohman

At half-six, Aisyah and I said goodbye to Ning Nada. Come to his room, knock on his door slowly.

"What's Layla doing?" ask Ning Nada. He called me by the name Layla.

"Ngapunten, Ning niku Bade said back to the cottage first."

"Oh... Not looking for breakfast?"

"Mboten, mengke to kiangan. Bade nata stand ngggehan (No, later bad luck. Want to set the stand too),"

"Loh, your Mas is cooking for you eg. Still in the kitchen at the moment,"

I gawk. Exchanging glances with Aisyah who was also resting beside me.

"Oh... Nggeh. Crane kepadjatan, Kulo kinten taseh teng room (Oalah... Ja. Haven't met I think it's still in the room)," I replied

"Yes, if you want to go back first. You say goodbye to your mother first, he let her here behind his cottage after breakfast. It's okay, right?''

I'm nodding.

"Snouts, Ning. Assalamualaikum," my greeting as I took his hand for me to sungkemi. Aisha did the same.

Ning Nada closed the door again.

After that, we stood up and left.

"Your mom cooks for you. Don't you wait, pity loo..." Aisyah

"You wait in front first! I'm not saying goodbye to my Mas,"

"OKs. Don't take it long, Lo... The noon rush,"

"Yes... Ja. Understood,"

I'm heading for the kitchen. Aisyah is heading to the living room. I say goodbye for a moment. Maybe I also want to know, is it true Mas Albi cooked for me.

Yesterday he said, if he could cook papaya stir-fry. Is he doing it now? Happiness began to ambush feel like a king's daughter who is always loved by her prince.

My steps dropped limp for a moment. When we got to the kitchen door. My heart that had just floated high plunged without a edge. Tumbled full of thorn scratches.

Mas Albi was indeed there, cooking like Ning Nada said. But, he's not alone. There was Salwa beside him. They joke and exchange words. The next hose together add spice in the dish.

My heart hardened suddenly. My footsteps retreated instantly. Like being hit by a tidal wave that suddenly hit.

My eyes are starting to water. This is what it feels like to lose the real thing. Overtime increasingly proves that my race must be lost and I sincerely.

I ran out. I have tears that are beginning to melt. Trying to be ordinary to outwit people.

"Have, Wa?" ask Aisyah. He stood up from his chair when he found me coming.

"It has. Come on, let's go!'' take me with a fake smile.

He consented. We got out of that house. It turns out that this banquet was specifically for Mas Albi so that Salwa could be closer to him.

It hurts... Perih infinity. It's like being a loser.

We don't have a vehicle to return to the cottage. We finally walked. Aisha did not dispute that either.

The cold still dominates. Our feet repeatedly puffed the grass that was still wet with morning dew. The road was pretty quiet, very few vehicles passed.

"What did Masmu say?" ask Aisyah

"Don't say anything,"

"Obah ... Kirain we'll be anterin first,"

"Are you tired of walking?"

"No."

"Yes, don't bother in between,"

"Just like!"

"Cock sensi?"

"Sorry..."

I shouldn't be mad at Aisyah she has nothing to do with this matter.

"Your mom really cooked for you?" ask Aisyah

I don't want to discuss. But I can't show my pain either.

"Yes..." I answered weakly while looking down.

"So sweet yes, your Mas. The perfect sister," said Aisyah.

Her perfect ranking makes her sister unable to fall in love with the other man's legs.

Ciitt!

The car stopped right in front of us. Almost hit us.

"Astaghfirullah's..." I said in the midst of surprise.

Car door's open. Appearing the Dharma there.

"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to go back to the cottage? I can deliver it" said Kang Dharma directly. He was like a worried and upset person.

"Well, what is Dharma nawarin?" ask Aisyah

I just shut up. Being lazy to make a sound.

"Let's go in!" Dharma opened the door for us.

Without waiting for long we both went inside.

"Kang Dharma, you know, we're going back to the hut on foot?" tanya Aisyah represents my question in heart.

"Sarip saw you guys coming out of Dhalem. After that he told me. I thought you were just walking around Dhalem. But it turned out to go back to the hut on foot," explained Kang Dharma by driving.

"Where do you know we're going back to the cottage?"

"From Ning Nada, you said you were just about to go back to the cottage."

Maybe until now Mas Albi did not know if I went home to the cottage. Or maybe he's enjoying his time with Salwa right now. Until I forget.

It still sees them both. What if they are meant to be together.

[Alloh! Strengthen my heart, strengthen my feelings ...

I don't know how I should pray. I don't know how I should ask either.]

The car entered the boarding area. Seeing this car just enter has made the picket santri sweep the front yard stop while bowing his head. Do not know them if in this car there are no boarding families. But just ordinary santri like them.

"After this you guys go straight to school?'' ask the Dharma.

"Yes... Especially yesterday it rained. It must be a messy stand," Aisyah was still the spokesperson. I just sat there and threw my face to the window.

"Layla, are you okay?'' asked Kang Dharma after we got out of the car.

I smile. Nodded answering.

"Yes yes Kang ... We go in first, Assalamualaikum..." Hail Aisha.

I say the same greeting. From the tail of my eyes I can still confirm if the Dharma kang is still looking at us. He didn't leave immediately. Until I went to the ndalem door to go to the cottage he was still fixated on seeing us.

I'm the one who should be ashamed of being caught in Mas Albi's car last night. Not feeling anything at all. My heart feels nothing but pain in the light of the togetherness of Mas Albi and Salwa.

How are they doing, are they still cooking together? Or have you started breakfast together? Uh! Layla be prepared to forget your love. Begin to disappear all ego for your own feelings.

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