I'm Not a Wild Grass

Foursome Talk (POv Laila)

"Papa..?" Unknowingly, I summoned the title of the man who stood not far from me and Erlan.

Yep. The papa I was referring to was Papa Ulum. My birth papa.

Papa Ulum is currently standing about six meters away from where me and Erlan are currently standing.

At first I thought Papa was alone, but I was surprised when I caught another person who had been covered by the crowd around them.

"Mommy..?"

Yep. Mama is the woman who is currently standing not far from Papa. The two of them are now looking at me with shocked eyes as well as mixed with guilt? I don't know, I didn't have time to translate the meaning of their gazes against me.

"What are you guys doing here? Why..?"

'Why are you two in this place?!' I continued to ask in my heart.

Then I saw Mama walking closer to me.

"Laila, honey. Listen to Mama first. We met by accident, and we decided to talk.. You know what, kid?"

"Don't know, Ma. Laila doesn't know what else Mama obrolin is.. Papa," I said briefly and concisely.

"I mean Mama, chatting about the future, La. about what we will decide about the relationship between us now," said Mama in a hurry.

"Chatting or going out to the night market, huh? Where are you guys really doing?!" Ask me a little higher.

Then I felt Erlan shake my hand. It seems he wants to remind me to stay calm. But obviously I won't be able to stay calm when I see Mama and Papa secretly courting behind me!

I feel. feel..tricked! I feel lied to!

If they want to get back together, I will accept their decision. But not by playing quietly behind my back. Not in this way!

"No, Son! That's not the story!" Mama dodged.

"Then-!"

"Darling! Slow down your voice," Erlan scolded me.

All around us, people began to glance and pay attention.

"How about we talk first in a more private place?" Erlan gave a proposal.

And finally I, Mama, Papa and also Erlan went to a brewed noodle shop that looked lonely.

As soon as he sat down, Erlan directly ordered the brewed noodles for me.

"I'm still full, Yang!" I refused Erlan's order for me.

"Let's help me finish. Just order it's okay. We're just sitting here?" Whisper Erlan in my ear.

I finally no longer refute Erlan's words.

"Mama and Papa want noodles too? There's a kwetiau as well as his kayak," Erlan bargained.

"Mom don't want to, son Erlan," Mama subtly refused.

"Eat the Mut. Didn't you just say that you haven't eaten either?" Persuade Papa beside her.

I turned my face the other way. Her feelings are a little upset when you see the interaction of Mama and Papa at this time. Just like a good husband and wife! Though kan..!

"But.."

"Kwetiau only, Tuan Muda," said Papa.

"Call Erlan, Pa. Not Young Master anymore. "correct Erlan.

"But it doesn't feel right." elak Papa.

"Hh. okay, son. If indeed Nak Erlan did not object," said Papa relented in the end.

"good. So, make Mama kwetiau 1. That Papa?" Ask Erlan again.

"Just like your Mama."

"OKAY. Sir, 2 kwetiau, 1 telor noodles," Erlan told the waiter.

"Drink, Mommy?" Ask the waiter.

"A white water!" Say me, Papa, and Mama together.

For a few seconds, it became quiet. I felt a sense of awkwardness in the air around us at this moment.

"Ehem! 3 Bottled mineral water, same 1 warm tea yes, sir!" Erlan concluded.

The waiter recorded our order. Then passed away to prepare all his orders.

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"...So, we agreed to talk, didn't we? Maybe we should listen to Mama's story?" Said Erlan as the meeting moderator.

I looked at Erlan with a strange look. It is just the behavior of my husband. Sometimes he can be the sage, the rancid, the silly, the romantic, and now he acts as if he is leading an important meeting!

Then I heard Mom speak.

"Mama just returned from the market to buy fried ingredients. Then he accidentally meets Papa in the driveway of the night market. We decided to talk at the meatballs not far from where we met, son. But then we met you.."

"So so.. Then, Papa..?" Erlan now asked Papa.

"Pope.."

My Netra briefly met Papa's two netras. But just for a second. I immediately threw my gaze in the other direction.

"...i wanted to go to the night market. I want to buy shoes for Darman. His shoes were too small, and then I accidentally met Mutia.I mean, your mother.."

'I... me.. did he forget that I was his son?!' dumel me in my heart.

I felt upset myself when Papa called himself with the call 'me'. It feels so distant.

'ehh?? Wait up! Why would I care about that? Dih, ' I muttered again monologue.

"Oos.. Then, have the shoes Papa managed to buy? What size shoes are your numbers? Want Erlan to help you find me, Pa?" Erlan's bargain suddenly.

I pinched my husband's waist spontaneously. Feeling upset because he shifted the topic of conversation to something that did not connect at all from the initial topic.

"Aw! What the hell, Yang?" Erlan protest.

"We're actually here to say what, huh? If you want to talk about shoes, I'll go home!" I almost want to stand up. But Erlan held my shoulder from leaving.

"Ehh. don't sulk dong, Yang. was intermezo aja. Let the conversation not be too tense. Isn't that right, Pa? Ma?" Erlan asks for support from Papa and Mama.

But I didn't touch his words. I just sat back in my place and changed my mind.

"I agreed to talk to Mom and Dad. Because I want to know what really happened between you. If indeed Mama wants to return the same Papa the Lail will not be angry. But yeah don't behind gini dong, ma. Lail feels like it's not considered that. hiks.."

The three people around me were immediately shocked when I suddenly cried.

'ah! Let it! Crying, whiny will be their assumption!' I am angry in my heart.

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