(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 48

A white Fortuner parked in front of the house. Moments later, it spouts its owner from behind the steering door.

Andre seemed to develop a smile walking towards the terrace of my house. The sporty style of clothing makes it look more fresh and relaxed. With a bomber jacket and black jeans combined with a white t-shirt.

"Assalamualaikum," Greetings.

He immediately shook my parents' hands, bowing respectfully while smearing a smile.

"Albi's leaving, yeah Buk, Dad." My word.

Andre's goal here was to pick me up to go to Layla's cottage. We deliberately went after dawn to avoid traffic jams on the streets.

"Andre said too, Buk, yeah..." Andre went back again. I looked at him sharply because he was presumptuous to call my parents Father and Mother.

"Aante! Om!. Don't worry, Lo!" Remember me.

"Well, that would be the future in-laws. It's okay, just call me Mom and Dad." Denying Andre, he sought a plea to my two parents.

"It's okay. It's gone there. Be careful on the road, if tired stop, rest first. Just walk again." Sahut Ibu while advising.

Hearing the defense, Andre was big-headed. He also stuck out his tongue, mocking me.

"Greet Layla. You two, don't get weird. It's only natural to meet Layla. Remember that your place will be, boarding school. Not a free area. Do not just hug the same side. I'll guess Layla's messing around!" Father Message.

He was very strict with taking care of his daughter. It was as if Andre and I were going to make a troublemaker, and just trouble Layla. However, his word should have been like that. If not reminded, I would also immediately hugged Layla when I met her later. Habit, holding him while walking with me, I will definitely have to hold it.

"Ready! Dad, Mum. Andre will always look after Layla. Pray that we will always be protected by the SWT!" Andre cried spirit of four five. He even paid his respects to my two parents. The warrior receives orders from his leader.

"Come, don't get your attention!" My exclaim, while pulling his hand towards his white Fortuner car.

Finally, the car drove back, leaving the house. Down the deserted road, uninhabited tub.

"Why did you change cars? Usually wear a Yaris?" ask me.

I was surprised when Andre came by bringing this white Fortuner sports car for our trip.

It was also his car, but he rarely wore it. At most to the campus if not using the red Yaris, must be using his CBR motorbike.

"A prince will visit a cook's empress wearing flip-flops, where appropriate." He answered while pulling the end of his hair back.

Certainly what he meant by empress was Layla. She was so confident that she named Layla as her queen.

"Not a flick of your ears, will you?!" threaten me.

He's even joking. His laughter filled the silence of our journey.

"You're a warlord, take it easy. Look, later also the princess that you have been guarding, will be happy with me." Andre. He showed off his neat teeth.

"Here, I'm still worried about you! At most later, meet santri princess looks clear a little bit too drunk. Install fashion on look charming, to attract attention." My lips.

"Loh, yeah no papa. His name is also a prince, want to have a lot of concubines huh no papa, tho?!"

"Yes not papa. But I'm not willing, my sister you made one of them. I will not be blessed!" My firm.

I've never messed around with anything that concerns Layla. Although it must be against his own friends, who have always been like family.

"Yes... Yes, no, not if Layla I'm so. Anyway, I really like it, same with your sister. She was, Ijen, independent tour gumati (Full affection) different like other women." Andre Reveal.

I saw seriousness when he tested Layla. At this time, he was not joking. After all, he had been after Layla for a long time, but only yesterday they managed to get in touch.

I don't want to talk about Layla anymore with Andre. Of course, he would be happy, but that would make him dependent. The more he expressed his feelings, the more my heart ached. The vague shadows of the two of them while laughing and smiling together looked real in the head.

Could it be, Andre is Layla's soul mate? Am I willing to give that right to a friend I already know is bad.

Andre is not bad, he is perfect. But for some reason, I still do not fully believe his words. Or maybe because he used to say the same thing as the other girls. It was not uncommon to praise the other girls in front of me, like they were the only heavenly angels.

The mist further eroded, giving off rays of sunlight that began to unfold. The bright clouds began to go hand in hand, revealing the prowess of the clear sky.

I offered to take turns driving. However, Andre still insisted that it was still strong to hit this road.

"We stopped by for breakfast? or go straight to the cottage?" ask Andre.

Our journey is less than an age. The clock is eight in the morning. My stomach can still hold hunger, but I don't know what about Andre now. He must be tired of traveling too.

"We'll find a place to eat. All rest." Answer me.

Andre consented. He began to circulate his eyes looking for a place to eat that would be suitable for us. Not too crowded, and quiet. We also need a comfortable place to lose our bodies.

"Just there, Bi. I've stopped by, really. "Said Andre pointing at one of the quite large dining rooms on the right of the street.

"Ok, no papa.'' Reply me.

The car is directly scattered in the courtyard of the restaurant. This place seems to be quite crowded and selling well. Seen from the many cars parked in the yard, and also the gojek in line gets a call turn.

After Andre locked the car, we both walked to the restaurant.

Just reaching the terrace, a security guard immediately opened the entrance for us. The security guard said good morning, and welcome. Arriving inside another servant pointed towards the ranks that were already full of food. Only then do I know, if this restaurant concept buffet.

Andre and I both picked up the menu we wanted to eat. Then Andre took me towards the space that was 2 x 2 square. There, we can loose our feet. The place is also equipped with a fan, and charger plugs. There is also a pillow box.

"Later replace you who drive." Said Andre.

He was so good at putting food in his mouth. Ice fruit next to him, also tempting to be fast at the meal.

"From the moment I bargained, you didn't want to. Kirain is at home," I reply.

"Hehehe, I'm not used to it yet. You used to go back to Kediri-Harang?" tanyakanya.

I'm nodding. The streets of Kediri-Sarang have become a list of memory streets. Because that road will always remind me of the journey to take Layla, back and home.

We rested at the place to eat. Loosening the joints turns out to take quite a long time. Give the phone a chance to charge.

On the sidelines we talked about something else. Discussing graduation dates that are still not specified. First steps, after graduation. We also discussed clothing businesses that began to need a lot of workers. It might also open a branch outside the city.

"Bi, who's Salwa?" andre asked suddenly. He has been fiddling with my phone ever since. That's the time he was reading my WhatsApp.

We are friends without pause. Anything about me he knows. Password hape me alone, he memorized it out of his head.

"Layla's Theme. What was? You're in love?" ask me directly.

He was looking at Salwa's profile picture. His eyes narrowed, observing. Then he showed his teeth, pulling his lips. Smirk, the sign of what I said is true.

"Beautiful," she said.

I snarl, while holding back the upset. It's not that Andre saw Salwa's photo and said she was beautiful. But because, he's still the same, when he just said that Layla was different.