I'm Not a Wild Grass

First Morning (POV Erlan)

I woke up at three in the morning. And I'm having trouble getting back to sleep.

Yesterday was the most historic day of my life. Because I can finally marry the woman I love so much in this world, my Laila.

I feel like I'm dreaming. Especially in the early days Laila accepted Nunik's proposal to marry Siri first with me. I, who heard Laila finally agree, was unable to describe how much my heart grew with happiness.

I want to feel like I'm holding Laila and going around in circles with her. Just like the cast of the film in the Indian series that is kasmaran. But I held back. Because there was still Nunik and Aryo's sister in front of us at that time.

And, after Nunik and Aryo's sister passed away, I was almost driven mad by Laila because she had hesitated to marry Siri to me again. Because of that I also expressed various reasons that either made sense or not. For Laila to still accept the proposal from Nunik.

After I got a positive answer from my Love, I just told Mama, Papa and Arline. They all had fun when they heard the good news.

Then it was decided that we would marry Siri tomorrow morning. It was the fastest time we could prepare for my kabul ijab event with Laila.

Ah.. Laila's.. Laila. how much I really love her.

The whole night before the show, I could barely fall asleep in my apartment. I looked at the portrait of Laila that I kept as wallpaper on my phone screen. A portrait of Laila who was angry and like he was about to pounce towards the phone screen.

Ahh. I'd be willing to be pounced on by my dear Laila. Bucin really tastes this heart on the owner of the sweet face nan ayu it.

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The next morning, there was a shocking incident. The incident in question is the appearance of Papa Laila's bladder, which turns out to be Mang Ulum, the yard guard at Papa and Mama's house.

All of us who were present there were shocked by the progress of this event. Even so, I am grateful that the marriage contract procession can still be continued.

Until finally, in one word, I managed to make Laila my wife religiously. And I have legitimately become her husband.

Isn't this so happy?

Honey, my first night and Laila didn't match my expectations. Because all that night I was busy soothing Laila who was incessantly crying.

Laila weeps over her past with her biological Papa. And I am deeply saddened by the misfortunes my wife has gone through in her past.

My wife... You hear that? I call Laila by my wife's nickname now.

Ahh. How exciting this is! Can I jump right now?

No? Yep. Of course I can't jump around happily right now. Because my dear Laila is still so sad due to the reappearance of her long-lost biological Papa.

Somehow the relationship will be Laila and her Papa, but I hope, my wife will be able to forget her grudge against the Papa.

I wish Laila could live a happy life without any grudges in the heart. I want my dear Laila to always be able to smile as bright as the morning sun. Without any more worry and regret for the past he had faced.

May God grant this request. Aamiins.

And now, I was shocked when I faced Laila I cried back so suddenly. Though a moment before her I was so sure that I would finally be able to enjoy a romantic first night with my Laila.

So, I was really confused when Laila suddenly just cried and hugged me.

I guess Laila may not be ready to accept our current marital status. So with a heavy heart I told him that I would give him time to himself.

But Laila's got me. She hugged my neck so tightly that I was made uncomfortable. Although not in the neck is the discomfort I feel. But in the lower part of my limbs, which had just been accidentally depressed by Laila's sitting attitude that had shifted.

Finally for the next few minutes, I let Laila cry to her fullest on my shoulder and chest. Until my junior slowly finally gave up losing and went back to sleep. Along with Laila who fell asleep back in my arms.

While my eyes have trouble getting back closed. Because I still enjoy the sensation of hugging her warm body of woman for the first time in my life.

I breathe slowly. Trying to make peace with the desire bira hi that had been ignited and tempestuous. But now I have to put it out for a while.

I looked at the shabby whitewashed blank wall in Laila's room. And I also tried to entertain myself with a beautiful fantasy of my being with Laila later.

"Patience, Lan. patience, patient people, dear to Laila.." murmured me in a very slow voice.

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I woke up suddenly with a kiss lodged in my forehead. Spontaneously, I hugged Laila's body which I still held. Yet..

'Wait first! Laila's body is so soft, huh? Not as dense and warm as last night?' my mind thinks.

In a moment, I opened both eyes. And I was let down by the figure of the bolster pillow that had been out of existence since when had replaced Laila's body in my arms.

I raised my eyes up. And I was again made to fall in love with Laila's sweet smile that now stands on the side of the bed where I lay.

I felt captivated as I looked at the droplets of water dripping from Laila's wet hair. The water fell and hit my leg which was stuck near her.

"Darling.get up yuk. It was really noon. You haven't prayed at dawn" I heard my love humming melodiously.

Ah. no. My laila's not good at singing. His voice was always false every time I asked him to sing.

But then why did I feel harmony in every single thing Laila said just now huh? Am I in nirvana right now? With my Laila being her angel?

"Hey! Wake up!"

I was shocked and complained of pain. When I felt my leg hair being forced.

"Aww!!! Pain, Yang!" I complained of pain. Feeling annoyed with the pity of my wife who did not disappear after I managed to edit, now.

Tega was right Laila, by plucking my leg feathers so suddenly.

"Ihihi. I'm sorry, honey. My hands are itching. Your leg hair is curly curly curls that. when your hair is straight, Lan?" Laila said with a cry.

Ah. really is this love of mine. I was actually about to scold her. But seeing the smile on his sweet face, I suddenly forgot the annoyance I felt.

"Hhh, yes I'm sorry. But don't play unplugging again, Yang. Instead of plucking, I'm more sincere if you play pinch-pinch. Let alone playing dumb-silly.yuk ah, I want!" Said me while looking fixed on his two twin mounds Laila who still looks his form behind the tight T shirt he was wearing.

"Hush! Fucking boys! It's still early morning the mind has res! Get up, keep praying dawn, there! I'm going to be six o'clock!" Imbuh Laila while passing out of the room.

"Ehh?? You intend to build me up for dawn prayer or dhuha prayer anyway, Yang??" I also protested.

While Laila responded with a slow throb. "Now ah!"

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