(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 82

#Layla Najwa Fathurrohman

We went around the bazar. Tasting snacks and drinks. Play some toys provided.

There is a stand from the residents, one of which provides archery games. It perfectly caught the attention of the three of us.

Yes, I walked with Mas Andre and Mas Albi. Aisyah did not come because she had to keep our bazaar stand. The obligation as the class leader is not unusual for him to ignore it.

"I'm really responsible, lay." Mas Andre said after we bought tickets to take turns playing archery.

"She's really nice, beautiful, supple, diligent, complete the most important thing is that she's perfect to be a woman" I added

"You want to change targets again?" ask Albi. I smiled lightly. Know what I mean by Mas Albi.

"No, cook change target right in front of the main target," replied Mas Andre with a loving gaze towards me. I also replied with a smile.

"So, if not in front of me can dong. Change targets?" many challenging.

"No. You are the main target and the last one" Mas Andre replied without hesitation.

Again I only smile to return his attention and behavior.

I don't know how it will be. But at this time I only consider Mas Andre as an older brother.

"Please, mas..." The game stand guard gave instructions to Mas Andre to take the game.

"What do you want, lay?" ask Andre

"You what?" I don't understand what that means.

"Andre jago playing arrow. He used to get the Gift he was looking for now" explained mas Albi

"Emmm.... If Mas Andre can be three times on target, you can ask anything from me. But if we lose, Andre must obey my request" I said

"God! Can't do. Andre can certainly do that," said Mas Albi did not accept.

"It's okay. I'm ready, really"

"Shut up, Lo bi. It's a matter of two hearts" said Mas Andre

"Don't ask weird, Lo!" Threaten me Albi

"Yes up to the cave. Layla wants to, I want to!"

Andre feels very confident. It's okay if he wins. I'm sure Andre is a good man. He won't ask for anything that will trouble me. In fact, he always sincerely waited for Albi willing to meet me.

Mas Albi told me that Andre could have kissed me long ago. Albi always forbade it. I don't know how Andre likes me. From when and what made her fall in love with me.

Her blatant love statement did not bother me at all. Perhaps because Albi also trusted him wholeheartedly. It makes me feel comfortable, because it's like getting another brother.

Andre has won two rounds perfectly. There's one more, if he's right, win. Then I am ready to do whatever he asks.

Two gifts have been given to you. One long-sleeved black shirt and another large doll. The winner is asked to choose his own prize.

"One more, promise yes ... In accordance with the agreement," said Mas Andre reminded

I'm nodding. Albi stared in annoyance.

"Should be sincere, Bi... Yesterday I asked you directly, didn't I, Layla." Said Andre

I stared at Albi. He glanced at the other point of view. Asking what?

"Work what?" manya curious.

"Later. Now finish this first" replied Mas Andre.

With confidence Andre began to shake. Staring focused on the small circle as the target of his arrow. His eyes narrowed to ensure his shot. The arrow flew off and floated onto the board.

"ah! Shit!" Umpat Mas Andre's.

I laughed out loud at Mas Albi. The arrow shot less precisely at the target. Out of the specified line.

"Well, I'm glad for him" said Mas Andre.

"Alhamdulillah.." replace Mas Albi to give thanks.

Andre is upset. He scratched his nape violently.

"It's okay, next time it's going to win" I said.

"When else try?" tanyanya.

A gift with a shot that is almost right given to mas Andre, a tumber. And he gave it to me too.

"Come on! Let's continue the path" Mas Albi asked.

"Well, don't play?" much

"No. Pity the stand guard if you play. There is a gift we have exhausted" he replied with confidence.

"Have, style! Say it, fear of embarrassment!" Ledek Mas Andre's

"Udah, bye! Whatever you want to say," reply mas Albi while stepping his feet away from the stand.

Want to not want me and mas Andre to follow his steps away.

"I brought you, Layla" bargained Mas Andre when he found out I had trouble bringing gifts from archery earlier.

"So get in the car first," said Mas Albi proposes.

"OK!''

We're heading for Andre's car. Put in all the burdensome items to carry.

The boisterous sounds from the futsal field sounded thunderous. It is currently the final match. Where our pesantren became one of the participants.

"Where else are you going?'' ask me

"Well, we're following you." Answer me Andre.

"Buy cilok, see futsal, yuk" take me

"Ok it! Tired also walk since earlier," reply Mas Albi

While heading to the field, we stopped by one of the cilok sellers. Ordering for the three of us. Andre bought juice elsewhere.

"So, sir," asked the seller.

"Don't be too spicy sir. Two spoons only," denied the Albi

I'm pouting. Though I usually ask five to six small spoons for the sauce.

"His stomach hurts" said Mas Albi when he found out I protested through my pouting face.

After a while we got what we needed. Then walk again to the futsal court.

I pointed them through the ground floor hallway and looked for a shady spot under a pine tree and near the second floor staircase. That place is pretty quiet too. Almost all the fans are on the third floor.

"That's Dharma, right?" point Mas Albi with the chin that he is mastering.

"Yes! So much passion for him" I replied.

"Wow! Cool!" Praise mas Andre

Kang Dharma is dribbling the ball. His gaze focused on the ball at his feet and repeatedly turned on his teammates.

Our eyes met for a few seconds. After that he focused on his match. I made a smile as an encouragement to her. Well, I haven't thanked you for the ride this morning. He's a pretty unique friend and he's kind of comfortable for me. It's the first time after three years of hutting here I have a boyfriend.

We sat enjoying the game with a peek in our hands. One by one the pegs went into our mouths until they ran out without rest.