(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 97

#Layla Najwa Fathurrohman

The most painful thing is to be released slowly by people who have loved us for a long time.

He exists but no longer wants to be together. He exists but he chooses others for us.

"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?" Mas Andre was excited.

"There are caves too!" Reply Mas Albi

I smiled wryly. Straight set foot on my bazaar tent that was not far from my position.

The two men who have been seeing me since then are still fighting. I'm sure their feud is joking. There will be no jotos-jotosan let alone a murder scene.

I am not someone who deserves to be at stake either. Not worth fighting for either. Who am I? Not someone to rely on and just be troublesome.

Pain will be reality if Mas Albi will gradually accept someone in his life later still imprinted until now. Now on top of that, he who had been looking after me had suddenly given others the right to be with me.

I guess the Albi mas will take longer and even make it harder for whoever the men I'm approaching. It was obvious at times that he insisted on forbidding me from getting in touch with the men who often sent me messages. Also about his fear he'll return me alone to the pesantren. Even Andre mas who became his best friend__which he said had long been eyeing me did not visit him meeting with me. Just the reason that Andre is not a good man to be able to meet me easily.

But after the incident this morning, or indeed after he was with Salwa. He started to take me off in a row. Not fully. But with what he said to Andre mas earlier, it was enough to prove if he began sincerely I was close to his best friend.

I went to Aisyah. Thank God, our trading ludes with a fairly short time. Dhuhur is over and my friends are leyeh-leyeh. Aisyah was still talking to the merchant we asked to fill the trades today. It seemed like he was calculating the amount we had to give the merchant. Because Alhamdulillah, one of the friends said if our trading exceeded the expectations. From the beginning prepare three hundred servings turned out to be translucent up to five hundred servings. Fortunately, the material supply is still there.

"Hi, is it done?" I asked Aisyah. I was just about to approach him.

"Already! Thank God everything is in order." He answered with a smile.

So Aisyah must be exhausting. He was already very struggling and expended all his strength. Even so, he remains there for me.

"What's wrong? Do you want to go home?" he asked by investigating the whereabouts of the two men who were with me.

"Yes. But we want to pray dhuhur first. You wanna come?" Take me.

I deliberately offered not to invite directly. For I fear he is exhausted and because of my invitation he compels to obey.

"OKs. Alright. It's all sorted out here."

I gave Aisyah time to get ready. During that time I met Mas Albi and Mas Andre. They didn't get into the tent. They're standing not far from there.

They have made peace and are talking about the topic.

"Wait for Aisyah, will you?!" I cried to both of them.

There's no reply. It's just that Albi nodded. Mas Andre showed both of his thumbs, a sign of approval.

I remembered again at Aisyah's request asking for WhatsApp number mas Andre. So upset again, right? The purpose of the challenge I gave earlier was indeed intended to ask permission on Andre mas to want to give his WhatsApp number to Aisyah. But the current situation is still dubious. Because already mas Albi assures him to be more free to come to me during the upcoming holidays.

I should how? It is also impossible for me to go through Aisyah's wishes. He's my friend and he needs that little thing for me.

"Already, come?!'' exclaim Aisyah. Suddenly, he was right next to me. I hope he didn't see my agitated face just now.

I'm nodding. We walked towards the mosque. Mas Albi and Mas Andre were as usual the road behind us.

When we got there we separated. Me and Aisyah went to the women's toilet and Mas Albi and Mas Andre went to the men's toilet.

Adzan's call has also just been echoed. Almost an hour late from his habit. Usually the adhan will be in time, but because there are adhan activities in the retreat. Not that it wasn't done. It's just that it gives more leeway because for all of us who are busy with the bazaar. In the mosque was also used another race. Which cannot be dissolved. That's why we can also join the congregation.

Jama'ah mas Andre again invited us to lunch. My stomach is still full because of the food that has been entering in turn. But it turns out for a man a snack is just a snack that can not be filling.

This time the choice is Soto kudus__ has a clearer sauce than soto in general. Equipped with chicken milk, taoge, sohun, and cabbage. Mangut beong__ is made from beong fish that can only be found in the Progo River. The texture of the beong fish is soft with dense meat. Both menus are in one stand. Both are typical Central Javanese food.

Indeed, when the bazaar like this they more introduce their characteristics to some people who come. The number of santri guardians who are floating, making several innovative stands to serve their special food.

Although honestly it is better if we can serve our special food in a variety of ways. It doesn't have to be one area. But everything. Because we santri who have a lot of variety also typical food from their respective regions.

It used to be like that. But because it is not a place and not the area we have difficulty finding sellers who can serve other regional specialties. There are, it certainly costs a lot because surely they have their own place that is more present than following us who can only run trades with a minimum amount. That is if the practice, if not pity also the merchant. This time alone our stand then hard.

I remember exactly how the year before. Our trade only sells fifty portions and we have to eat our own. Because it is impossible for us to return the food to the person we ordered. Well, at that time we still did not really understand how to stay up late and also certainly lost a rival with the class brothers. Unlike now, which we are currently an upperclassman.

But I see, the stand belonging to the underclassmen was not inferior to us. They can continue to promote their trade and sell well. Not like we used to be.

"Let's eat!" Mas Andre. He is the most excited.

Mas Albi said this time it was Andre who treated us. Also, because since this morning he has given me a lot of things too. Until the first one only intended to buy souvenirs to mother, I so follow can. Daster, or in say a twill game that I don't know when I can wear. I definitely won't wear it in the cottage. It is good to make a joke later if forced to wear it.