I'm Not a Wild Grass

Bully Stephen (POV Laila)

"Ehh? How come in a week you know your son is three, Young Ma?" Stephen pitched a joke as he greeted me and the children who had just arrived at the boutique.

"Can aja. Read the bismillah," I said Stephen's words with original words.

"You're kidding me, Sist (You ticked me, Sist)!" Stephen doesn't believe me.

"Hello Mark, Nila. Long time no see. Do you remember the same about handsome? We'll see you on your birthday yesterday." Stephen said to the kids.

"ila remember! This white om who love Nila gift balbi doll right?" Welcome Nila cheerfully.

"Hmm. yeah? Om forgot. Ehehee.. at that time who wrapped a gift about his friend Om anyway.. But, you like the same gift, Beautiful?"

"Care, Om. My name is Nila. Not Beautiful!" Nila Correction.

"Ehh. yes. Nila is beautiful. So Om wants her to call her beautiful!" Praise Stephen.

"Buck!" Mark commented.

For a moment, Stephen and I were stunned to hear my eldest son's sneer at Stephen.

Then I took pains to refrain from laughing and immediately rebuked Mark.

"March! Don't so. That's not polite!" Reprimand me with a face that restrains laughter.

Stephen, who was just picked on by a six-year-old boy, now looks like a toothache.

Maybe at his age who had stepped on the head of three, did not expect to receive insults from a six-year-old boy.

"She.. looks like you, La. you meant it first." Stephen later said.

I'm not mad. And just a casual comment.

"He's my son. Want to try it out?" Say it casually.

"Hello, Boy! Your name is Mark, right? You look good in your uniform, Boy!" Praise Stephen for trying to be intimate with Mark.

Unfortunately, Stephen had to be humiliated by Mark. With his satirical sentence that is quite touching the ego of the bukuk (bujang weathered).

"No need to be muji, Om. I'm a boy. No need to be praised!" Tukas Mark with a tinge.

"Mark!" This time, I slightly raised my tone when reprimanding my son.

I was amazed by Mark's attitude.

My eldest son was always rude to all my male friends. According to Mama, Mark thinks all my boyfriends have more intentions towards me.

Think Mark I might be getting married to one of the boyfriends I brought home.

Strangely enough, just one of my boyfriends Mark wasn't being rude. And that is to Azki, a close friend of the late Erlan.

At Erlan's funeral, Azki was one of the people who helped me with my husband's funeral. He also told all his other Erlan friends about the news of my husband's death.

Not just get there. Azki also often saw the twins when they were babies and toddlers. Azki said, by looking at Mark and Nila he felt like he was chatting with Erlan. Especially Nila.

According to Azki, it was Nila who had the most personality similar to Erlan. With all his cheerfulness and optimistic attitude in the face of the situation.

While in Mark, Azki sees the competitive and loving nature that also exists in the deceased.

I agree with Azki's opinion. Because I can also feel the existence of Erlan in both my children.

"Sorry Om" said Mark with his head slightly bowed.

"It's okay, Mark. Om was once your age. And Om is also always careful if you meet new people. But Om is sure, we can both be the best buddiest! Tos, Mark!" Stephen took a tos to Mark.

Although at the beginning Mark looks reluctant to respond to Stephen's hand that stuck on him. But in the end Mark retaliated against the battle offered by Stephen it.

"Nila would too! Nila wants to tos, Om White!" Exclaim Nila who wants to fight tos too.

"Of course Nila is Beautiful. By the way, why do you call White anyway? Is it because Om's skin is white?" Stephen took Nila's obrol.

"Yes, Om. The white Om! I'm like a pretty little girl in Tivi!" Nila explained.

I realized Nila's intention with teteh in tivi it was a cosmetic artist who saw her while advertising on tv. And it seems Stephen also realized Nila's intentions.

He now looks confused between being flattered for being praised for having white skin, also felt annoyed because Nila likened her to a female artist in tv commercials.

"These two children are real, Young.." Stephen muttered softly but I could still hear.

"Great right?" I asked Steph to smile. Laughing at the fate of his being bullied to my two children by accident.

"Haha!" Stephen's laughter broke.

"Who's son, Young Ma?" Stephen asked then, looking towards Lala.

Lala, who knew she was being watched, hid behind Mark. And, I was taken aback when Mark let Lala get close to him. Though usually Mark is most anti-touch girls, except for Nila only.

"Don't be afraid, Lala. Om White is good. He didn't bite. Tuh, his teeth are also not sharp like the hunchback," said Nila comforting Lala.

This time, I could no longer hold back my laughter. I also laughed straight away.

"Haha!"

"Young Ma, I was wondering, how the hell did you educate your two children to be so adorable?" Stephen asked in a grumbling tone.

"Of course it's bismillah, Steph..!" I said relax.

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After finishing the pizza and praying in the boutique, I took the children to Arline's office.

However, it was also only a step we stepped into the office lobby, when my phone suddenly just rang loudly. When I looked, it turned out that the one calling was the home phone number.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" My greeting.

"Wa'alaikum salam warohmatullah.. Madam, outside there's a boy nyariin his daughter. Her son said he was out of time to buy food. He said his son was the same madam. How about you, Madam?" Said Bik Num, the maid in my house, from across the phone.

"Oh yes. Please tell me to wait a minute, Bi. Laila's coming home now. Her son's the same as Laila now."

"Okay, Madam."

"Well, Daddy's home, Bi?" Ask me suddenly.

From yesterday, Mama and Papa were going to C city to look for new plant seeds. Both of them like to garden. So all plants in the house are the work of both. And I like it.

"Yet, Madam. Den Darman just left for college at ten."

"Oh. that's. Yaudah is okay. Please ask the guest to wait for Bi. Maybe about half an hour Laila gets home. Now it's in Arline's office about it."

"Okay, Madam."

"Thank you, Bi. assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikum hail warohmatullah!"

Clik. And the phone call was cut off.

"We're going home now yuk to the house!" Take me to the kids.

"Aren't you going to Auntie Alin, Ma?" Ask Nila.

"Later afternoon. You guys take a nap first. Afternoon, we just went to the house of Oma Ilmaya," I said persuading.

"Oahhh!! Yeee yee!! Nila wants to go to Oma Ima's house! Nila kangen her fish Opa, Ma. Can it be cooked yet?" Nila cried cheerfully.

I drove the kids back into the car. Then send a short message to Arline.

We promised to meet at Mama Ilmaya's house only later this afternoon after her return from work.

And I also drove my car. Breaking down the streets that began to be crowded by passing vehicles.

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