I'm Not a Wild Grass

Conclusion (POV Laila)

I don't know what got into me. But obviously, I can't help myself from getting all my uneg-uneg at the end to Papa and Mama.

"Lail is big. When no one believes the hell that Lail can accept the presence of Papa again with a spacious chest? She said, Mama told Lail to apologize to Papa. Yeah Lail's trying to excuse Papa. But why even talk to Papa behind Lail anyway, Ma? That's not fair, it's called!" I sulked while sobbing.

"Yyy..Which.?" which..?" Erlan called out to me in a soft voice. He tried to grab my shoulder, but I shook his hand.

"What the hell, Yang.. Which..Which..Which is! I still want to talk! Just shut up, Yang!" I spontaneously nagged on Erlan.

And I saw Erlan's mouth open wide staring at me. A witty look I saw flashed in her beautiful bead eyes. But I ignored Erlan. My attention shifted towards Papa.

"And, you!" I point at Papa.

Papa's face I saw immediately turned deathly pale. Looking at his face, it reminds me of the prisoner on television. The prisoner was waiting for the death sentence that the judge would pass to him in a moment.

"You are my Papa! So why did you use the word 'me. me..' That's it.." For a moment, I had trouble finding the right words.

"Gardener?" Serobot Erlan's.

"No! I mean it's eee.." I still have trouble finding the words. For a while my mouth was puffing without a sound.

"Not good?" Serobot Erlan again.

"Yes! Eh, no! Iishh! Erlan Malulan! You can just shut up! Can you please stop eating ice cream, huh?!!"

And my threat to my husband was instantly potent. Erlan's face immediately became pias. And he finally no longer grabs my speech anymore.

"Eating ice cream" is our secret code for making love in the presence of others. So when Erlan and I were busy talking about eating ice cream, actually more often we meant that he asked me to make love. Aka ber cin. Hihahi.

My focus is still on Papa.

"I mean Laila, calling it in front of your own child sounds weird! And not polite either! Lail feels like he's not considered a child so it's the same Papa. Or did Papa not think of Lail as a child?!" I'm pointing at Papa.

Sin, sin I become. If Nunik wakes up from his coma and sees me angry like this to Papa, he must be lecturing me again. At the end of my heart, I was a little bit hopeful that Nunik would really soon wake up from his coma. Although that means I have to hear back the barrage of hospitality, later.

Papa got up from his seat and went to my seat. Without words, Papa immediately took me into his warm embrace, and my tears finally broke again instantly.

As soon as I was in Papa's arms, I knew that it turned out that I wanted this hug so badly. The hug that when I was a kid I often got from his after-work Papa.

I remember, Papa used to float me up and around in circles. Before he finally took me into his arms and arms high and firm again. Back then, Papa was my greatest super hero. Even better than Mama.

Until finally there was a split later on..

"I'm sorry Papa, son.I'm sorry Papa, son.. Laila's.. Forgive Papa who failed to understand your feelings and also Mama. Forgive Papa who has spent a lot of your precious time in the past. Forgive Papa for all the pain that Papa has inflicted on your heart. On top of that, you should know, son. if Papa really loves you.." said Papa near my head.

"Huaa.....!" And I shamelessly cried out loud. Forgetting the fact that I'm actually 26 years old. But my behavior is still like a 6-year-old child today.

"Cry, baby, cry if it will make your heart so much calmer. You have Papa and Mama who really love you. So don't ever think that we don't love you, yeah, kid," said Mama, near me.

I immediately raised my gaze upwards, towards Mama.

"So, Mama and Papa want to go back?" Ask Mama to the point.

And Mama's face was instantly red. Papa finally answered my question.

"Ehem! That's.. Papa handed the decision to Mama, honey. Papa himself feels Papa's mistake is too big. So Papa is not sure also if Mama still wants to accept Papa again," said Papa sad tone.

"It's not so, Mas.." said Mama in a hurry.

Next to me, I heard a stifled laughter. And then I realized that it was from Erlan. I glared at my silly husband. And he instantly silent a thousand languages.

"Mmm.. excuse me. The order is ripe, Mas, Ma'am... want to be eaten now or how is it?" The voice of the waiter instantly also made the four of us aware of our current existence.

In a hurry, I broke free from Papa's embrace. While trying to cover my face from the sight of the young maid.

"Eat now, Mas. Isn't that right, Yang?" Erlan asked while nudging my waist.

I went back to glaring at Erlan for his prank just now. Because his words were the attention of the waiter would be back focused on me. Iishhk..!

"Come on. Let's eat everything first! Mutia, it's your kwetiau.. Son Erlan, let's eat first." said Papa then to distract the waiter from me.

'Ahhh.. Papa is the best!' praise me in your heart.

In the end, we finished our order with a big heart and happy. I am also grateful for the end of this conversation. Didn't think for myself so ready my feelings in forgiving Papa.

Erlan said, on the basis of her deep in my heart, I do miss Papa's existence again in my life.

I looked at the figure of Papa and Mama sitting side by side. Sometimes I see Papa giving the pieces of chicken that are on his plate to Mama. And Mama gave a piece of sausage on her plate to Papa's plate.

The behavior I used to remember doing when we were eating together. Papa's attention to Mama also on the contrary still looks the same as before.

I wish them both the best. Whether they'll get back together or not, I'll leave it to the choice of their own hearts. Although I will secretly pray that they will be together again. Hihahi.

"Which, let's eat his egg noodles. Can I finish it?" Erlan asked, awakening me.

"Ehh, don't! I'm hungry to know too!" My omel while pulling the bowl of egg noodles in front of me.

"So he said not hungry, but out crying, hungry too.." teased Erlan in a soft voice.

"Udah! Be quiet! Don't be noisy ah!" Omel I avenge Erlan's temptation.

Then our struggle stopped when I heard Papa speak.

"The two of you really remind Papa and Mama when they were dating. In the past, Mama was often angry indistinctly like you, son!" Papa looked straight at me.

"Wahh! Is that true, Pa?! Erlan was not expecting. Erlan had thought, Laila got genes like to get angry from where. Erlan thinks Laila looks like Papa. It turns out.."

Mama who was glimpsed by the three of us immediately cleared a small thud, and said. "That's the past, Mom. Don't be taken into consideration" said Mama with a shy face.

"Did Papa think Laila would be as gentle as Mama, Pa?" Erlan asked impolitely.

I pinched my husband's waist again and he complained.

"What the hell are you, Yang?!" My omel on her.

"Ehehee. kidding, Yang. kidding.." Erlan looks like she's riding a horse.

And after a while, I heard Papa's voice say.

"Depends on how it's forged, son Erlan. Papa also tried to forge your Mama Mutia." said Papa in a witty tone.

"FATHER!!" yell at me and Mom at the same time.

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