(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 90

#Aryan Dharma

After hearing the umi story of how Abah fought for her love first I became more and more excited to reach my love as well.

I felt like I was playing the role of Abah a long time ago. Loving in silence. There will come a time when I want to convey my intention to have him, his heart and his world. Makes her the only angel in my life and my afterlife.

I envy the sky. He was so free to look at Layla. While I can't yet. Even the moon can know what she is. That long she looks at you.

Tok tok tok tok

Room door on tap. I'm lyric wall clock, ten o'clock at night. I should have slept comfortably by now. But somehow, my mind was so hard to work with not to think about Layla.

I got up from the window I had been crying at while looking at the night sky.

"Yes for a minute" I said as the person behind the door kept knocking on the door.

Creek

My door opens. My eyes widened when I found Abah standing in front of me.

"Can I come in" he said.

I'm still stunned. Tumben. What's the matter?

"Change what? Kok tumben," I said while looking to the left and right there might be someone else with him.

He came right in after I opened the door.

Sitting by the window. There were two chairs and a small table in the middle. His legs were crossed.

Suddenly my heart was beating for no reason.

"Sound, tumben? What's up?" ask me while sitting on the edge of the bed. Facing directly in front of him.

"Sit here first" she asked, pointing her hand at the chair next to her. I followed without reacting.

After that no one started talking. Abah remained silent while observing the room. I asked, but he didn't answer either.

Tok

The door of the room that was open from the morning showed Sarip in the doorway. He carried a tray containing a teapot and two cups on it.

"Come in. Put it here," tell Abah.

Sarip did what he did. After putting the things he brought. He backed off and said goodbye to leave.

Without asking me to pour the contents of the teapot on the two cups.

"Coffee, Bah.." haggard me.

"You know," he answered briefly.

For fifteen minutes we were still silent. What's actually going on? If you only drink coffee why stay still.

"When are you getting married?" ask Abah suddenly.

The byurrr!

The coffee that I had just shaved gushed out in shock at Abah's question.

"Right, Bah... After asking me if it was directly the chapter of Marriage, to" my protest.

Abah is scary. But he understood the nature of his son.

"Jawab only,"

"Yes, I don't know yet. There's no candidate yet,"

"Umi said you have a candidate,"

I'm biting my finger. So Umi told you about Layla?

"What story, Bah?"

"It's about the woman you want to marry,"

"Hehehe.kan is still a plan. Undiel... It's still a long time,"

I also want to know what purpose Layla will take after she graduates. Perhaps college, as is the custom of students in general.

"Old kok? Straight away. Let us ask for it for you, please,"

Tuh. I thought the sign wasn't a good idea.

"Dharma doesn't want to force it, bah. Fear later if directly in the application he even nolak."

Abah hush. Perhaps he remembered what happened in his youth. I chuckle softly.

"Will not refuse. Who would dare to reject the son of Umar Al Faruq,"

"Haha... Abah could have. Is... In fact, the girl I now decetin very difficult in dapetin. Not like the others, in a smiley little already wanted to be invited to marriage,"

"Ngawur. Don't ghosting women is not good."

"What, Bah?"

"Don't get used to bad female ghosting,"

"Haha... Where is ghosting language from? Yes Alloh Abah!"

Dharma surprised. Since when do you know the language of young people. I have never used the term Child today.

"Kids... Even though you are old, you still know the term Jaman Now. Frequently with children, often horrified by children."

Also true. Abah pays more attention to how his students are currently. How he began to often change many methods according to the period of today's children.

The cottage began to develop the technology as well. The ustadz and ustadzah are provided with projectors and also laptops for learning access. That way, santri does not feel backward in the present.

Extra learning is also applied according to their wishes. It is in agriculture, animal husbandry, journalists and engineering.

Abah provides many opportunities for students to know more things. Not only religion but also about the life that happened after they came from Pondok.

Abah's rice field was released in the pesantren administration. The result is also for the students and their managers. Abah also bought and built livestock. Like cows, goats and chickens. That is also to be cultivated by the santri. So do other technical and trade matters.

So far the hut led by Abah advanced not because we are family. But it is thanks to the students. They are the ones who develop it. We just gave the land.

That makes them feel at home. Because I feel I have more responsibility too. Slightly reduce the desire to return home because in the cottage they can produce. Not infrequently if the senior students when they boyong they already have a mature stock. In addition to knowledge and skills but also financial.

I was also given some land early on for me to develop by Abah. Well, even though currently still the santri who manage it. The difference if Abah all income from the land is for the santri. If I can fit my pockets twenty-five percent too. Yes, for those who manage. Even so good. Did nothing but got income. He said, thanks to Abah also because it has bequeathed the soul of the business from an early age.

Think about the home until you forget. If we both had been quiet since.

"Change... May Dharma choose her own companion?"

"Company or mate has been selected Alloh. We can't choose" Abah replied as he brewed his coffee again.

"Yes...Got that. But I want my soul mate to be Dharma's own choice. The Dharma is love and truly confident can be guided Dharma.

"Depends,"

"Despite?"

"Yes, your choice is correct. Don't like the same love. Marriage is worship. Not love."

I want to argue with Abah. Because he also used to kekeh get umi. I want to be ledek. But it will not be polite. Abah is moddy-an.

I let out a breath.

"Who is that girl?" ask Abah suddenly.

The deg! Almost the same question. But this is more to the point.

"Do you know the guy?" ask Abah again. Makes me even more clingy.

I'm mesem-mesem. Scratching my neck that suddenly feels itchy.

"Do you know Abah?" ask Abah again. Rarely did Abah repeat the question to me. It's been three times.

"Between know and don't, Bah. It depends..." My answer.

Abah scrunched his forehead. Signs do not understand what I am talking about. Well, how to explain?