(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 96

#Qois Albifardzan

The three of us were sitting under a tree. Enjoy the food we bought and drinks.

Intention to find entertainment as well as finding a place to shed tired becomes an unpleasant agenda.

Suddenly Mother Andre called. Looking for news of his son who since yesterday is still surfing for fun with me. Let me know if he goes to see a future daughter-in-law. Hopefully through this meeting Andre can get the love he had wanted all this time.

Justright. When Vidio called earlier they were like a couple who had received blessing. Layla lightly gave her leeway to show her familiarity with Andre.

Of course it makes Andre's parents increasingly expect more on the status of those who are still in the say ordinary friends. I didn't rub it, let it go. I don't want to break Andre's parents' hearts by saying they haven't had any relationship yet. I also don't know how it will be. How destiny is ahead.

Looking at the current situation I learned not to be too overprotective on Layla anymore. The fear of it even makes the little girl beside me at this time even feel uncomfortable.

True said Andre, layla began to grow up. Inevitably he will also be interested in the opposite sex. If there were, I wish I knew who it was. I don't want Layla to love a person whose origins aren't at all clear. Not knowing his true behavior.

Andre is still thirty percent I accept. Especially someone else. I know Andre and his family very well.

Suppose Andre is Layla's soul mate I might be able to mengikhlaskan more later. Later, I don't know when that is!

I see Andre's family is very accepting of Layla as well. They could have chosen a better partner. More qualified to be made a son-in-law and successor to the pesantren struggle that they pioneered than since his great-grandfather Andre.

I don't know if I've told you what yet. But I would say that Andre is one of the gawagis in our city as well. He is also famous for his perfection.

The family had a small boarding school that had one hundred sons and one hundred and fifty daughters. The downhill pesantren was established by his great-grandfather. Although not large, but the pesantren still successful.

Because that's why in addition to attending college, Andre is very good at reading us yellow. Although it may not be comparable to the style of other large huts. But he drew on the concept of knowledge of the world and the hereafter. That's the minus, Dad... I still like to play around in love. Even so, he remains a good friend. A loyal friend and of course, can be made a brother_if Allah wills it. The most important thing is that Layla is happy.

As Layla and Andre made Vidio calls I watched the futsal game in front of me. It is quite tense because the defense of both camps is equally large.

The highlight is Dharma. Since then_ either or I was wrong. He lost his focus. His eyes continued to look around which he should have been able to ignore. Especially when sometimes his eyes are shining towards the three of us.

Again, I recalled what Andre said about Dharma holding feelings for Layla. Is that true? If I'm right then what should I do? Agree or obstruct.

Her movements didn't steal my attention. Well, even though it was also because he did not pay attention to Layla but sometimes also to me. To those around him, he treated the same.

In fact, he was familiar with Nada and Salwa. He was also ordinary with Aisyah. Not just for Layla.

"Golll!!!" The rowdy sound of the opponent's goal-breaker could not disturb the attention of Andre and Layla. The two of them are late for a conversation with Andre's parents.

Vidio call was over after almost an hour. They're back in the world again. After a while they made their surroundings neglected.

I don't know what the field is. But about twenty minutes they returned to the match. Earnings are indeed a draw after the opponent scores a goal.

At the last second. I saw Layla and Dharma intertwining. They interact through eye signals.

"I think I'm doing my brother!" I cried as I got up from my seat.

Huh! The ambiguous mind. All is not detected the truth. Never mind, the most important thing is that Layla is fine. He was happy and I saw a smile on his lips.

When I get home, I'll tell my mom and dad. How he was naughty and had left without saying goodbye. Let him get scolded later too. Let him talk, not repeat the same thing.

"Mas, where are you going?" asked Layla who immediately got up and matched my steps.

"Sholate. Then go home,"

His face looked sour after hearing my answer. Immediately I embraced and leaned his head against my shoulder.

"It's been a day here. Next month in the side again." I said to calm his troubled heart because we were going to separate.

"Father and Mom, huh?" Her request.

"Kangen, Yes. But don't call. I will surely talk about me earlier. I'll be at the same omelin mom,"

I stroked his head. She smiled because she knew what I was going to do.

"Let's get your hands on. Let's not tell you what the mistake was,"

"Will not! Not intentionally either."

"What on purpose? Lawong was clearly in front of the kitchen. Just call and permission is hard. Even choosing to go back alone."

Layla did not answer. He seemed to think of something that he knew what it was.

"There's Salwa. Layla was afraid to bother you both," she replied at last.

"You wanted someone to be with you at the time. You are not cuekin. Yes times, because there are other people you immediately think you will not respond to you,"

Layla smiles. Raising his head off my shoulder. Because we are already in the area of many people. It's not good that way either.

"Let's look so happy. So Layla's not good. Laughing with Salwa. It's like the world belongs to both of you,"

"Dwelling... A cook? Just your feelings, times."

"Maybe times, huh?" He also hesitated to think.

"Next month I'm on the map again, can you?" asked Andre who had compensated directly for us.

"No! Just ask a question!" Reject me.

"I'll ask Layla, won't I, Lo! Wekk!"

Layla smiled seeing us fight.

"Well, Layla? I can, right? Your father and mother agree, "so insisted Andre

"Terasulah mas Andre only. But if the presence of Andre mas can make Layla in takzir how?"

"That's listening!" Exclamation

"Tokay in takzir? A lot of people. I also won't take you like your mas. I'm not gonna put your head on my shoulder either. I haven't been your muhrim,"

Layla did not answer. He looked at Andre. What was? He seemed to be stuck with what Andre said. Is he starting to feel like he's being fought by a guy?

"Unless we get married. Then I'll do that. Hehe..." Added Andre.

The thought was indeed very poisoning for Layla who had not thought about marriage at all. Let alone Layla, I just haven't gotten there yet.

"Not to hide. Yes, this time only. If you want to see me again. Later, Layla's on vacation." I said.

"So you can. What am I doing, Layla?" Andre jubilant.

"There are caves too." My timpal.

And Andre remains happy. Getting the green light from me who was said to be conservative because overprotective Layla already seemed to be the point of fate they would be together.

It's okay, Albi. Most importantly Layla is happy. Layla remains around you not far from your reach. Gradually it will also replace your duty to look after him.

My little girl who is now an adult. She's like a flower that the beetles started coming to.