I'm Not a Wild Grass

Last Day Laila Works (POV Erlan)

I was the soft clothes of Laila that I held back from when we met again in Nunik's room. A habit that started to become opium to me.

Yep. I'm addicted to coming into contact with my Laila always. It was as if we didn't have enough time to be together.

Laila sighed for a moment. And then answered my question.

"The same story Nunik said, Yang. He said he had a dream. Dreams are real."

"Continue?"

"So he said, in his dream Nunik saw me wearing a veil."

"So, you want to wear that veil, Yang?" I guessed what Laila meant.

"you think? Do I deserve a veil, Yang?" Laila asked with a worried look.

"Why say that? Indeed there are criteria for proper and inappropriate assessment yes in hooded? Not that it has become an obligation of every Muslim huh to hooded? So of course God will spare all women to wear it" I said bluntly.

"Kok, you feel like you're killing me anyway, Yang?" Dumel Laila's.

"Ehh? I'm not insinuating you, Yang. Just saying what I know. Is that it, right?" I asked doubtfully and timidly. Afraid that any of my words would come back to offend my sensitive wife.

"Stay away. I think you're really fucking me!" Laila sulked as she left me outside the door of the mushola.

'Duh. Wrong talk again! Wonderful deh. Lately it's like Laila so often nagging. Is he M again? Hmm.. why yes?' ask me to monologue myself in my heart.

Thankfully, Laila finished praying no longer pouted at me. He even shyly apologized to me.

"Sorry!" His speech was short, dense and with a fairly slow voice.

"Huh? What did you say, Yang?" I asked her to make sure what I just heard came out of Laila's mouth.

"Yes, Sorry. Because I was able to move to you, Yang. Hh. just confused. You think I'd better put on a hood, Yang?" Ask Laila suddenly.

"It's up to you, Yang. I support your decision."

"Damf. So resigned anyway! If I want to wear clown clothes and joget-joget like tik tok in the middle of the road how to try? You want to support me too?" Laila asked me.

I looked at Laila's face. And my heart beat came back so fast.

'Ah. I really do love Laila.' whispered my heart.

"Yee! Asked even dumb! So how? You want to support me as well acting crazy?" ask Laila again.

I recall Laila's statement. Just then answered her weird question.

"Yes just don't be so crazy, honey. About him I'm not strong.." I said honestly.

We are currently in the car park. Suddenly I remembered the words of Aryo related to maintaining a relationship with a partner. One of them is to often give small attention.

With reflexes and hurrying, I just opened the car door for Laila to enter. Although he gave me a confused look, I managed to catch a smile on my wife's lips.

"How strong, you mean, Yang? Don't know me!" Laila said, after I followed her into the car.

"I'm not strong if I get a look of pity from people, Yang. 'ih look! What a pity his wife is crazy!' that's what people will say, Yang!" My original seloroh.

It is true, my wife. So adept he pinched at will. I was prejudiced, lest he had time to pinch the course somewhere? Haha.

"You're crazy!" Dumel Laila's next to me.

I just replied with a horse's grin. And our journey home continued with a warm atmosphere with small talk between me and Laila.

I like this conversation. And I hope we can always talk this honest and open until we age. Aami..

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I don't feel like time goes by. Until finally arrived on Thursday. My last day of Laila's work. Her plans today Laila will take her salary. So he bragged to ride his Merry last time.

"I'll take you, Yang. I'm still worried that you're riding a motorcycle," I said honestly about my concerns with Laila and Merry the duck bike.

"Wouldn't! You give me permission, Yang! Tomorrow, I am not working. This is the last time I rode the Merry. I promise!" The fiery Laila Pledge.

"It's up to you, Yang. But I'll pick you up later too. We go home together. I'm watching you ride my own moge," I said compromising.

"Huh?! That's right, Yang. How could that be? You think I'm a kid who doesn't know where to go and who needs to be led home, what?!" Laila started to get a little emotional.

I pulled Laila into my arms. I rubbed her hair that I watched a little longer until she almost covered her breasts every time she was on top of me every night. Only then did I say in a soft voice.

"My dear ones.We have agreed to compromise with each other? So please, Yang. It's my compromise. Wouldn't if I was worried about the sign that I love you, Yang?" I said ending the question sentence.

"Hhh. okay. Ja. Ja. Compromises. Eat the stove as much as me!" Laila's voice is still murmuring.

Hearing that dumelan, I want to pinch Laila's mouth. It is basic yes Laila with all her absurd babble. I still often made her laugh by every utterance of her origin.

I can't stand my deepest desire. I just pull Laila's face back to face me. Then I pinched Laila's mouth with my own. Haha. Appreciable..

Shortly after, my Laila face instantly met a little red. Lately aside from being sensitive, Laila has also been acting so sweet whenever I give her a little attention.

"What the hell?! Play ci um-ci um aja! When you see how people try? What is it that is not ashamed of?!" Dumel Laila while wearing a helmet to his head.

Laila then put her backpack into the front carriage on her duck bike.

"Awhile! My moge is in the apartment. So to leave today, I'm going to go to you, Yang? It's really in the same direction!" I said in a hurry.

"Are you not in the car? Not going to the office?" Laila asked with a confused face.

"No. I'd like to try to take it to you again, Yang. All mastiin only so you can stay relaxed riding the bike," said I honestly.

Laila throttled in annoyance. With a bent face he also spoke the origin.

"Yaudah! Spots up! I want to fuck with me!" Laila said a little ferociously.

"Yes. My dear Ojek Neng.."

And back, I caught an ornate smile on my wife's lips.

I also directly piggybacked behind Laila. Brum.brum, we went to work together.

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