(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 9

“Nduk?" This time I turned my face away, I was still trying to take the food in front of me but the Albi mas prevented it from coming back. I was silent, not wanting to look at him.

“I'm tired...Want to sleep!“ That's the only reason that came out of my mouth.

“Yes, wes, be... Same mom mom home. You're fine at the cottage.“ Fathers Word

I dare not look at him. I actually still miss them. I don't want them to come home so soon. But I can't if I have to listen to them talk about Salwa again. My heart is not that strong, tired even though it has not yet walked. Resigned, although not yet confirmed.

Goddess Aisha was jealous when the Prophet told her his wife Khotijah. Siti Zulaikha did not like it either, hearing the women talk about Joseph, let alone me who is just an ordinary woman.

Mom packed things. I started cleaning the room. Mas Albi, he's still staring at me, figuring out what happened to me. The first time I had such emotions. Maybe my age is starting to grow up, or indeed I can not stem my feelings anymore, maybe I am still too unstable to deal with the feelings that have just sprung.

When mom and dad got out and stuffed in the car, Mas Albi came up to me again.

“There is a problem in the cottage? Is there a problem with friends? The story o nduk! Not in the sniffers themselves... Mumpung Mas is still here...."

I was seated before him, my hand was taken and in elus-elus. I know he loves me so much, I know he can't stand to see me like this, I know he wants to protect me, I know, he doesn't want me to get hurt in the least. In fact, I know, if this hurts her too. But, he doesn't know about me right now. That I'm being Layla who loves Qois. But my Qois, is unaware of it.

“No Mas... I'm tired, hehe"

“Lying! The story o nduk! If you don't dare to tell me in front of Dad and Mom, you can tell me the same! You don't usually think gini...I'm worried that you're like a gini!“

I catch to the worry and uneasiness in his tone of speech. I don't doubt that, Mas Albi is worried about me, but what my power is. If my problem is him.

“Nduk!” Shakes bitter.

I want to cry. I can't see him tormented like that. I bite my lower lip to hold back my tears, I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying every stab in my heart. I saw Albi's hand getting louder. It was like giving me strength so I could fight my pain, but it made me sick.

“Gak papa Mas... Just go home. In wait Daddy same mother.“ My words after all my might hold tears in my eyelids. I shook my head, so that the tears that had come out at the temples of the eyes, not to fall and invisible.

“Why is it saved, anyway, Nduk? Since when?"

He looked at me sharply. There was an angry and suspicious aura within it. I don't know what to answer, what am I hiding? What is he talking about? What's he feeling? I began to faintly feel, to be afraid to realize.

I stood up, took off the clutches of her hands and immediately brushed her off as she tried to grasp them again. A little running, I went straight out of the vault room. Meet Father and Mother. I showed my cherry face again.

“Sorry, yes, Dad, Mom...Jane taseh kangen (Actually, still missing). But you guys will be last night... I'll be home soon.“ My reasons.

Not only was Mas Albi suspicious of my change in attitude, surely my parents were as well. Hopefully with this reason can calm them, and do not think anymore.

I heard Mas Albi's footsteps from behind. A little bit of me lyric, he's ready. His backpack was already in use. I put on my cheerful face again, making sure nothing happens.

“Ya wes, Daddy same Mom. So yourself are fine. Njai sing sregep(Right salary)!“ Message dad by thrusting his hand. I immediately greeted and regretted it, kissing her palm, as well as my mother. They also kissed both my cheeks and my forehead.

“Mas pump nduk..“ This time it was Albi, he looked ordinary.

I showed my smile as usual, thrusting my hand. He accepted it but suddenly pulled my body, holding me in his arms.

I was shocked, and my mom and dad were just as surprised. We haven't hugged like this in a long time. I was silent, feeling every beat of his heart, his breath and his scent. I close my eyes, I hope the tears don't come out. In my heart I have convinced many times that he is my brother. My sister. And it'll be like that.

“Apaan, anyway Mas!“ I said by taking off his embrace. I put on a sour face, and dislike.

Mom and Dad did not protest with the incident. They even laughed to see us. Well, it's not normal for brother and sister to embrace. At least, that's what it looks like now.

After that they left. And I went back to the sambangan, took some stuff and snacks that were deliberately in the living room for me and my friends in the room.

My eyes suddenly focused on a notebook, I picked it up and recalled whether it was already there? Slowly, I started to open the book. Surprised, there is a photo of me using a blue veil with the background of the front garden of the house. In the photo will smile sweetly. How else, I remember very well who photographed him back then, Mas Albi.

I returned to the first page of the book. Blank. There's nothing. I don't feel like I own this book, but there's a picture of me in it. I went back to flipping through the book. Accidentally opened the middle sheet that was limited by the book barrier. Just realized, if there is a plate pendant at the end of the barrier. I was curious and opened. Instantly I shed tears, looking at the contents of the pendant. There's a picture of me with Mas Albi when we were kids. I closed the book. My heart crumpled instantly, longing reigns instantly.

Nduk, nagiso

Ungungok ne

Nduk, nagiso

Tampanane

Nduk, nagiso

Sak stronge, but bar ngunu mesemo .

Bahagio , uh ,

Mas dear Karo nduk .

I read the writing in the fold of the paper. He's my Mas, who always knows my mood. But he's my Mas, who doesn't know how I feel.

Allohs...I have no power to feel this

Allohs...I can't afford to miss what you've put in this .

Allohs...My body is holding back this pain.

Allohs...I'm giving it all about my race.

Allohs...Strengthen me, just as you strengthen Layla's heart when she longs for her majnun.

Allohs...Am I holding everything alone?

You present him in the course of my life, you make him like the air that breathes for me.

Am I for him? Only planting that he must take care of. Without, wanting to grab it.

I wiped my tears. I'll pack everything up and go back to the cottage. I'm so fucked up, maybe I better not come back, not even see each other. I am so powerless of the taste that permeates my heart. I hate this situation.

O Layla...Loans your strength

O Robi'ah adawiyah barokahi me, so that my love is only for your Lord