(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 86

#Aryan Dharma

Futsal matches range from semi-finals to finals. As per our estimate of entering the final. Some matches are also underway. The bazaar began to run normally even more crowded than the first day.

Layla's stand has been crowded since morning. Like yesterday I bought a futsal grub breakfast in a Layla-class bazaar tent. Instead of not wanting others to suspect I asked Sarip to say if it was a mutual decision. I still want to get close to Layla normally. Not exaggerating or forcing to be directly looked at. I want him to look at me with a sigh. In his own way without my influence. Even if yes, the goods I keep trying to be around him.

After driving her home, I haven't seen her either. I don't have time to find out. I hope he's okay. How his heart condition, may soon recover as before.

Ning Nada and Salwa came home with us after breakfast. Guests choose to go faster without breakfast.

Have met Layla or not I don't know. Probably already. This cottage is not too big if only to find Layla only. After all, he was right in the cottage not crawling anywhere.

Disappointed about Albi's attitude towards Ning Nada and Salwa's heart. They were both female, her heart was scratched with just one single snap. Though Sarip the story if Mas Albi did not blame them both at all. Mas albi was suddenly enraged, scolding himself for no reason whatsoever because of Layla who suddenly disappeared.

While Ning Nada who was in Layla's pamiti said what it was. The rest Mas Albi guessed what Layla was doing and thought until she did not ask permission on him when going back to the cottage.

I reckon. Until this moment Layla never contradicted her mas. Until this second, the Masnya never let Layla go alone. That's why his anger was so intense. What was normally grasped suddenly disappeared. It must be so empty.

I kept warning Ning Nada not to include the incident this morning in her mind. Let's just say it's common. Ke worried a brother to his sister. I would feel guilty if the cause of the incident, the meeting that intertwined for years became tenuous.

"Less five minutes the game starts, Gus." Sarip

I nodded while preparing myself. The responsibility of this match is on my shoulders.

The match was very fierce. Points continue to draw.

In the middle, when my eyes focused on the ball that I kicked suddenly the figure was present with both shields. Sitting sweetly under the tree while enjoying the peck in her hand.

I feel fit again just by looking at his figure. Our eyes clashed for a few seconds, at first glance I received a sweet smile from him.

My football passes lightly on my friend. True what people say, when in love see the flip-flops alone feel happy. Especially if it is in front of him.

"Gus, concentrate..." Sarip exclaimed as I let my guard down because Layla was seen joking with andre.

I'm back to focusing on the match.

"Prophe Dharma..." Inner soothing.

A few minutes later the match is over. I just kept the ball not until Goll was in our goal. Or if we can score one goal so we can win a landslide.

In the last minute I was supposed to concentrate on, my eyes were broken between the match and Layla. He was very intense with Andre. The two look familiar jokingly playing with the phone that Andre is carrying. Maybe someone is calling them.

"Dude!"

Because of that we conceded a point. Became a series. The referee gave one more time. To determine who will.

Dharma Concentration. Forget about Layla. The match is now your responsibility.

"It would be better if Layla wasn't in front of my eyes right now. If it makes my concentration break. Uh! I blame Layla! It's all because of me, not Layla. Basic Dharma!" My Maki to myself.

The match will start earlier. Layla only realized if we conceded. From her direction she gave a smile and spirit. It is clearly visible from the look of his bright face and fist.

That's enough for me. I'll print one more gool after that I'll meet him.

The match began. Before that I was with my friends for the second time. For this match we can win.

The boisterous voices of the supporters began to screech in the ears. For me, Layla's smile and spirit was enough. He doesn't need to be among the fans who say my name out loud. Just pray, and I will give you the victory.

20 Minutes is enough to score the winning goal. Everyone started cheering for victory. Our team won. To be the defending champion like in previous years.

Shortly after the game I didn't find Layla in her place. He was lost behind the crowd. Where not.

I can't go looking for him right away. We have to respect each other for the opposing team. Shake hands and TOS friendship.

The match is still a game. Winning is a score. But the brotherhood will continue to be maintained.

"Gus, don't go yet... We're asking for photos to make documentation." Sarip said.

"Who will go, too,"

"Oh... Kirain wants to jump on Layla, hehehe..." Ledek

I grin. He already memorized if I was so bucolic towards Layla at this time.

"Like it... As far as Layla goes, I'll find her, too,"

"Any! Start again..."

Sarip patted his eel. I'm so fucking sick she's getting nauseous with everything.

I'd better learn not to over-expost my feelings for Layla. Because the love that is too in the sumbar will also not be good in the end. Like I said, I wanted Layla to see me without having to force her to notice my presence.

Let this love story be a beautiful story that will be complete with the pleasure of Allh SWT.

For my heart that fell to Layla was also because of Allah and I will not know how Allah predestined him.

Duh, Wrestling... May your servant not waver in mortal love.