(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 83

#Layla Najwa Fathurrohman

"Drink, Nduk." Mas Albi served his drink right in front of my lips. He did not let go of his hand even though the cup of guava juice I had already held myself. Wal I minimal results from the hands of both of us. After sipping, he changed his drink.

My chest is beating great. He drank through the same straw. Uh! Natasha ... Be calm. Wasn't that what we used to do. Let alone one straw, one plate, one spoon, one glass even one bed we have used together.

The sound of a phone call rang from the pocket of Andre's jacket. He immediately lifted it. Vidio call apparently. I don't know who was calling him at the time.

"Assynoltom..." The voice of a gentle woman.

"Goddessalam, baby..." Reply Andre with sumringah.

I immediately pulled my face because of the call of love. My eyes widened in shock at her sweet behavior all of a sudden.

"What are you doing?" ask the woman

Without answering, Andre immediately switched the camera with the rear camera. Showing the futsal match we are currently watching.

"Oh... When's home?"

"Well... Don't know yet, when's bi?" ask Mas Albi.

"Night, huh?" replied Mas Albi but also sought approval on Andre mas.

"Yes night?" Mas Andre replied in a questioning tone to the caller as well.

Albi is ordinary. He seemed to know who was calling Andre.

Is that Andre's girlfriend? Well, I wanted to ask Andre's mas number for Aisyah. But Andre is like this. Where can I give it.

Perhaps that is also what makes Mas Albi reluctant to bring me to meet Mas Andre. He is very quick to switch feelings and partners.

"Layla's with you?"

I'm appalled. Huh! He even told me about him to his partner. What kind of relationship tells others in it?

"There was. Next to me," replied Mas Andre with a sumringah.

"Give her her phone. I want to talk,"

"But don't be weird, yeah..." Message from Andre.

At that time even the Albi mas who was in fog. She asks not to give Layla her phone. What's the matter?

"Who?" ask me more curious.

"The woman I love the most" replied Mas Andre

"What's wrong, I'm talking to him?" ask me not sure

"Since last night he wanted to talk to Layla" replied Andre.

"Dre... Don't need... Not good..." Albi said softly. His face was worried, for what reason.

"Where?" the man asked back.

Inevitably I finally took the gawan belonging to the Andre mas.

I was stunned when I found out that the woman on the screen was a beautiful woman who was almost the same age as my mother. Even so, she looks beautiful and graceful with the shar'i hijab she wears.

"Assynoltom..." My salutations. I was confused what to call him. Is this really Andre's girlfriend.

I was confused

"Mother" whispered Andre's car near my ear

"Mother_" I said repeating. Looking towards Andre. He smiled again.

Huh! He's Andre's mother. Be present! My heart is beating fast. Suddenly my hands shook.

I put on a face that somehow should. Between smiling sweetly and holding back groggy.

"Vaaikumsalam, Nduk... Masya Alloh sweet! How's it going, Nduk?" Momentarily mother mas Andre made my cheeks blush.

"Alhamdulillah, good mother. How's the family doing?" ask me back

"Alhamdulillah be healthy, Nduk. Have you eaten? Andre's troubling you, huh?"

"No mother. Andre is good with Layla. A lot of help, though. I'm sorry, mama, Andre mas so the resilience here first,"

"Oh... Its alright. You keep getting tough and it's okay, too. She must have been pissed off,"

"Yes mother..." My reply. I don't know what else to say.

This was the first time I had spoken to the parents of the man who had openly expressed his liking to me.

"Layla, if the holidays play here, gih! Don't be shy,"

"Oh... Yes mother, Insya Alloh. Later on, if Layla's holiday cottage."

"Yes. Really Lo yes! Ask Albi to send her home. You are used to going home. It's like its own home. But he never stood up to you,"

"Hehe... Layla is in the cottage. The map was not invited. Insya Alloh later yes, mother."

"Oh! Nduk Momentarily. I called your brother first" he exclaimed, putting his phone away.

I looked towards Mas Albi and Mas Andre.

"yeah! I call you your incantation! Here o a minute!" The voice of mother mas Andre's voice was clear. Makes me shudder.

"Sorry, yeah... I often tell you the same mother. So yes, it is,..." Said Andre.

If telling me is okay. But if you introduce me as a potential ghost will be different story. How do I respond to it?

A few moments later the middle-aged man in a clean white shirt and also white kopyah was seen on the mobile phone screen. His face was clean, shining. Even though it is middle-aged, its good looks are still clearly visible. He looks charismatic. Like a kyai. Andre's parents are absolutely amazing. Now I know why Andre is handsome. His parents were beautiful and handsome like the Arabs.

"Assynoltom..." A wet hoarse voice sounded from Abah mas Andre

"Vaaikumsalam, Abah..." Reply with hiding nervousness.

Andre stood behind him. Keep showing the sumringah on his face. Seeing the two of him did not have the heart to say if me and Andre mas have nothing to do.

"Well, the clock is in Dhalem?'' now it's Andre's turn to take over his phone.

"La your mother is screaming. He said he was talking to a potential ghost. Yes Abah rushed here, to. If not in the process of. When else to talk to prospective ghosts," he said.

I'm moved. I feel like I have been loved by them. To talk to me who is a nobody is very rare for them. I am not getting any more.

"So healthy?" my many.

Maybe on the screen he both currently looks only my face and Andre mas only. The smile continues to shine. Make the heart calm.

"Alhamdulillah, Nduk. When are you graduating?" ask Abah mas Andre

"Insya Alloh, another two months until Abah graduates."

"Alhamdulillah.banjur directly married the same Andre,"

"Ukhukis... Ukuk..." I'm tesedak direct.

"Right, bah. How is that directly? Yes the problem is so that Layla will fit already boyong from the cottage first. Look at that, my man Sampek is shocked,"

I looked towards Albi. I don't think he can help me this time. He is focused on the game in front of us.

"Hehe... Yes Bah... We will talk about marriage. Lawong, Layla just hasn't_"

I signaled to Andre not to say anything that would make him both disappointed. It hurts to have to take away their happiness instantly.

"Layla hasn't graduated, Abah, Mother..." My solute.

"Yes... Da... The important thing is to graduate first."

Andre's parents are good. They accepted me so much. They have never met me. It is very difficult to find someone let alone a family who can accept us as we are. Who can love us like a child.

Lucky for them to be their daughter-in-law. Could it be that I will be their daughter-in-law? But right now I don't think I can love Andre at all.

"Sorry, yeah... Layla's. Most of the time I tell you to my parents they're so wrong." Mas Andre said after hanging up the phone.

"It's okay. But pity them if they should be disappointed to know the truth,"

"They know, really. If you haven't applied and accepted my love,"

"Well!" I gawk. Very straightforward Andre said such a thing.

"Well! It all takes Layla process.I won't force it. Just as you can,"

"Oh, Mommy... How even dalem direction of the conversation."

"Eh.iya... Da... Yes it is. At the stop first. Continue sometime,"

I laughed with relief. Mas Albi still kept silent to see the futsal match. It turned out that during the call grub futsal we lost one point. I didn't even realize it.

They're resting for a while. Before the game starts again. Kang Dharma looks frustrated across there. Sit down with a sip of water in the bottle he brought and the rest he threw on his head. The water in the bottle soaked his head and parts of his body.

Suddenly his eyes stared at us. I don't know where the hell it looks. But it's like in my direction. Right in my eyes.

Afraid to see him like that. But I put on a thin smile. Then with a light hand I clenched to encourage him. I don't know exactly where the view is going. Seeing her lack of spirit made me reflexively encourage her.

"Dharma seems to need spirit" said Mas Albi.

He also felt that the Dharma eyes were on us.

"Yes, concede one point... So the series is going to be."

"Sok zahin," said Mas Andre.

"Well, we're watching this is encouraging, too" I replied.

"I mean, like them"

Mas Andre pointed to some supporters who tirelessly cheered their futsal players.

"Can't be... I'm gini aja. Anyway, understand.." reject me.

"Yes, yeah... I also can't accept that you encourage other guys." Said Andre.

I'm not paying attention. My eyes are on the Dharma. Through my lips I called out to him. So many times that she realized I was encouraging her. He deserves all of that.

A reply from the Dharma Kang made me sure that he knew what I meant. I also returned to give her a smile.

"I think I'm doing my sister!" Bumpat Mas Albi suddenly.

I don't know what that means?