I'm Not a Wild Grass

Finding Love (POV Kiyano)

'Forgive Dedek, because Dedek had met Laila firsthand. So Laila finally found out about our marriage.'

Right now I'm in the car that's taking me to a wedding. Thank goodness I'm not driving right now. I deliberately ordered the services of a driver to take me to the party.

My mind is too tangled by the statement and also the apology that Bella said two hours ago. I don't know if I should be angry or how when I finally found out that Bella was the one who made Laila misunderstand me.

Although according to Bella, he was not really intentional to do it. But with the new revelation of this reality, I feel doubt with every word.

I also became a dreamer. If Bella hadn't seen Laila, maybe I and Laila would still..

Ah.. This stupid fool is really me! Can't we change the past that has happened? So what's the use of it if I was wondering like that?

I remember the words of a wise man.

The past is a thing that has passed. The future is still uncertain. Because it's for you just the moment you're living.

Lamenting the past will obviously not bring any good changes in my life. Busy wondering about the future without thinking about the effort to be done to reach it will be a futile thing later.

So the only way for me right now is to focus on what I'm going through.

Against Bella and her confession.. I can judge that his statement must have happened because of Bella's guilt towards me.

Without me knowing it turns out that Bella had been eroded by her guilt towards me and also Laila. So do I still have the heart to hold a grudge against a woman who can now only lie helplessly on her bed?

No. gabe. I'm not that happy with Bella.

So, I'll forgive her. I'll tell this to Bella after I'm home from the wedding that I'll be attending soon.

I arrived at the party venue around 3pm.

I came alone to this party without being accompanied by anyone I knew. Even so, I met some colleagues I knew.

"So, you're Andreas' daughter-in-law?" Greet the owner of the event, a middle-aged man sitting on his wheelchair. Mr. Gilberth.

"really. Papa apologized for not being able to attend Mr.'s invitation. Because there is an emergency that cannot be left behind" I explained.

Mr. Gilberth nodded his head.

"Yes. Yep. Yep. Its okay. Is she taking care of Bella? I heard the last time they were here, Bella got sick?" Ask Mr. Gilberth.

I also remember what happened a few weeks ago. When Mama Ira gave me news about Bella falling unconscious while attending an invitation. Since then, Bella's health has declined dramatically. Until he finally had to lie on the bed in his daily life at this time.

"Yes, Sir. My wife is sick."

"If you may know, what pain does Bella really have?" Ask Mr. Gilberth.

"End stage cervical cancer."

"Oh my God!"

"..."

"..."

"May Bella be well soon" said Mr. Gilberth.

"Amen.."

"Ah yes. I've got a boy who's the same age as you, Kiyano. You may be able to make friends" Gilberth said later.

"Oh?"

"Yes. Wait a minute, where was Erlan," muttered Mr. Gilberth as he glanced around.

Actually, as soon as Erlan's name was mentioned, I suddenly just immediately felt an unpleasant premonition.

"Ah yes! That's my eldest son. Erlan this is Arline's twin. His plan he will follow married in the near future," said Mr. Gilberth while pointing to one point.

I followed Mr. Gilberth's point of view. And, sure enough. The unpleasant feeling I had felt earlier indeed turned out to have meaning.

Erlan's son, Mr. Gilberth, is the same Erlan who had a quarrel with me in the past near Laila's house. They are actually the same people.

'yeah! Especially this? Why should I meet him? It was as if there was no place in the world anymore, so I had to go back to see that guy's annoying face!' my grouse in my heart.

'uh, wait a minute! What did Mr Gilberth say?!' I suddenly remembered Mr. Gilberth's preface, before his.

"Married? Did you say he was getting married?" Ask me to repeat.

Deg. Deg.

Deg. Deg.

Suddenly, a sweet face of a woman I love immediately came to my mind. Laila's.

"Who?" My question is still quite stunned.

"Yes? Who does that mean, Kiyano?" Ask Mr. Gilberth not to understand.

With great difficulty, I tried to swallow my own saliva. Only after he asked me again. Although I really have trouble saying even if only one more word.

"Erlan.. who's married to, sir?" I asked in a voice that almost sounded like a cry.

"Oh. With her beloved woman of course!" Mr. Gilberth said with a happy smile.

Meanwhile, my eyes continued to follow where Erlan's steps had gone.

My heart half wishes I could find Laila in this place. But half did not expect to see him at this party.

It was my longing for Laila that made me so wish I could see her face again. But if Laila is here, then it is likely that she is what Mr. Gilberth refers to as the woman whom Erlan, his son, loves.

Why would I guess like that? Because I've realized that Erlan also has feelings of love for my Laila. That's what I knew the last time we met and clashed.

"She's a nice and cheerful woman. Thank goodness Erlan met such a good woman. Even though his status is not worth the wealth of our family, but I do not mind it. Is there no saying that says. That money can be sought. Love can only come once in a lifetime. So I freed Erlan to marry whoever she loved" Mr Gilberth said at length.

I don't really hear Mr. Gilberth's words right now. My eyes are still following Erlan's steps. With anxious hopes, I now wish Laila wasn't at this party place,

"Who's the name of the lucky lady, if I may know, sir?" I heard my own voice ask.

'Please. don't Laila. help God. don't Laila..'

"His name is Laila. Uh! Therehewas. The woman Erlan was talking to there was Laila."

And yes. My netra finally captured the image of the woman I still love so much.

My laila.. My dear laila..

'They're getting married? Laila and Erlan?!'

I was still stunned staring at two people in the distance who were busy talking about it. And my heart would be smashed by a big, spiked hammer when I found Laila's sight of Erlan that suddenly turned sad.

I clearly know that expression. I recognized the cause of his sad look. Because I used to be the object of Laila's expression.

Furthermore my netra caught one word that I can clearly capture from the motion of his lips Laila.

'Likes you.'

And then, my world collapsed.

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