In the Name of a Mate
Chapter 5: Trapped in Taste

"Just the big brother who screwed you"

"It's my bike, I have to be up front"

"Ila, there's no history of men being bullied by women, let alone me being your sister" Bilal was frustrated from earlier, they should have gone to the boarding school fifteen minutes ago, but because the matter of Bilal motorbike that can not be on and must be taken to the workshop makes them scramble about who should ride who with Layla motorbike

"If so for the first time history, the male bonny woman" Layla is still firm with her stance

"Sister don't want to, if you don't want to, Brother Ilal call father"

"Tukang ngadu" Ila handed the key to his motorbike with annoyance, as a result Bilal who had to piggyback his sister

"That's why, anyway? So a calm little sister"

"That's the way!" Layla patted her sister's back quite hard, for some reason her frustration had greatly increased, let alone remembering the incident earlier this afternoon when she met Qais

Taking a journey of about twenty minutes at a fairly high speed, they arrived in front of the boarding gate Nurul Iman, the students who saw them bow as a form of respect to the grandson of the owner of the ponpes, the pesantren, the two people felt bad for having to be respected in such a way

"The courtship is haram as close to adultery" someone's voice made the two men turn their heads, Layla reflexively removed her hands from Bilal's back when they were brothers

"Who said halal? Your father?" fierce reply

"Ila" Bilal shut his sister's mouth, wondering why Layla was so angry and upsetting today. Every day is like that, only now it's worse

"He's the first, he's the wrong one" Layla certainly won't lose

"Are you both married?" The innocent question of the man made Layla already let out her horn wanting to go berserk

"Are you color blind, plus eye, minus eye, cylindrical eye or total blind?"

"Ila, you can't say that" Bilal pulled his sister's body back

"I'm sorry, but we're brothers" Bilal replied, holding his sister's hand which continued to rebel

"Oowh deserves your face to look alike, I think you're a match for a similar face"

Crazy!, Layla wanted to shout the word in front of the man's face straight away

"I'm sorry su'udzon" the man cupped his hands in front of his chest, he rubbed his nape perhaps embarrassed by his words

"It's okay we understand"

"I don't.mmmp" Bilal shut his sister's mouth before the problem got longer

"I'm sorry, we'll excuse you" Bilal pulled Layla's hand away while the man was still staring at their backs away

"Why the hell? The man should have been sprayed in the sun"

"You sprayed first!"

"Oh" Layla complained when Bilal shook his head

"Minimal calm is if in ponpes, if at home you want to turn into a lion, bull, tiger, tiger is also not a problem"

Asma Layla Husna, a bar-bar woman who is sometimes insensitive to the condition

"Ila" Yasmin, her cousin who was two years above, waved

"Sir Yasmin" Layla smiled back at him

Yasmin was the second child of Hasan, nineteen years old, two years from the twins

"Wa'alaikumussalam" Layla tried to smile, sometimes his heart hurt when remembering the events of last week, but Yasmin was not wrong in this case, the wrong is his heart because it chose less right

"Your tumbens are here, usually if the naji holiday never comes" either a satire or a curiosity that surely the twins just rub behind the nape of their heads

"A holiday again, brother?" Bilal asked, because there was no call from his father or Uncle Hasan who informed

"Since, you will definitely not come if you know about the holidays"

"How else do you want? Our home is far away" the most reasonable reason, the other reason is due to many tasks

"Why holiday? Yesterday dad said there was a guest from Turkey, now? Any more guests?"

"No, just the students again prepare for the test and the teachers again prepare questions and materials for the test later" replied Yasmin

"If it's like we go home, brother?, You mind again we also test, the holiday must be until the exam is finished, right?"

"I don't know, I'll ask Abi. But you guys don't go home, I want a story"

"It looks like this is a discussion of women deh, I don't follow ya" Bilal pamit resigned, while Layla resigned when her cousin pulled herself to the edge of the pesantren lake. There's a bench there

"You know La? Yesterday Zain came to bed me"

"Is she?" Layla pretended to be surprised and shut her mouth. Though he was there at the time, it's just that he couldn't tell his cousin let alone to express that feeling. Enough with Bilal who knows

"Yes, you were lost somewhere. But I don't give you an answer yet. I want to pray Istikharoh first" Yasmin's voice sounded soft, like there was a heavy burden on her

"Why? Isn't he a good man? Uncle Hasan and father also knew him closely" Layla certainly confused this matter. According to him, Istikharoh prayer should have two choices? Does he think there's another man who proposed to Yasmin?

"I seem to like another man La, he's my senior on the campus, Zain's classmate" Layla shuts her mouth, she sees Yasmin's lowered expression when she says that, maybe his cousin was embarrassed and first told a story and it was to him?

"really? Which pesantren are you from?"

"He's not a pesantren"

"Continue?"

"I don't know, I just know he's a good guy. Although her appearance is sometimes mocked and gets the nickname of the problem aka badboy, she has a heart to help me when confronted by criminals in the middle of the road" Layla is still trying to digest what is happening now. Zain loves Yasmin but Yasmin seems to be in love with another man

"Did that man love Yasmin too?" That was the question lodged in his head

"I don't know, but when I was on the campus I never saw her with the same girls"

"He's a badboy aka the culprit of the problem as Kak Yasmin said, how do you like men like that? But Zain might be better?" Layla understands that sometimes love doesn't know everything. As the man of love says, it is blind and deaf. But this is Yasmin, a woman who is suitable as a role model as a true Muslim. His heart chose such a person?

"Maybe. But we can't judge others by how they look, right?"

"Yes indeed. Do you think Yasmin is a good person?"

"If he's not a good man, why did he not help me then?"

"Did Yasmin fall in love because of that incident? Though I think it's only natural as humans we help each other, especially in cases like Kak Yasmin's story"

"I do not know La, I am confused with my heart, so I choose Istikharoh prayer may Allah give guidance. But still the heart can never lie that I might have the same feeling as him" Layla looked down at the grass under her feet. He can not provide a solution to this problem, because he is a teenager who does not really understand love. Compared to that sense, he prefers to see a row of binary numbers and colors on a straight cable, strange indeed

"Well, you know what that man's name is?"

"Qays"