I'm Not a Wild Grass

Meet the Past (POV Laila)

Entering the courtyard of the house, I saw a black civic parked in front of the house. For some reason, seeing the civic car I seem to know him. But I can't really remember who owned the civic car either.

Because this type of car is indeed quite a lot on the market these days.

Finished unplugging the car keys, I got out of the car immediately.

I slowly opened the back door of the car, where the three children were sitting. And Mark, Nila and Lala take turns down.

"Be careful. Slow down!" I remind the kids to be careful.

Unfortunately, Lala was the last to go down, even accidentally tripped on the car carpet. So that he almost fell into the yard grass if only I did not catch him.

After I lowered Lala to the ground, I pinched the little girl's nose gently. And Lala looks like she's happy with my treatment.

Suddenly Lala pulled my neck into the arms of her tiny hands. I who had made it surprised, could not do anything when Lala rewarded me with a pan ketchup once on my forehead.

"Thank you, Auntie.. Aunty is good!" Lala said with a sweet smile.

A little moved, I also kissed the forehead of the girl in front of me with love.

Cup.

"Together, Honey. Like his Papa Lala is inside Aunt's house. Let's see Lala!" I told you.

Lala looked carefree for a moment. Then look towards the door of the house. He hesitated to enter the house. So I led him to walk.

Not until the terrace, Lala saw a foreign car parked in front of my house. And then Lala screamed and ran towards the car.

"That's Papa's car! PAPAAA!!" Shouted Lala as loud as she.

Then I saw the door of the civic car open. And I saw one foot coming out of the front of the steering wheel.

I haven't seen Papa Lala's look, Nila who walks near me pulls on the edge of my shirt. So that my attention was diverted towards my youngest daughter.

"That's Lala's Papa, Ma?" Ask Nila.

"Yes. Might as well. Mama doesn't know yet, either" I answered honestly.

"But Lala was tickled if it was her papa car," said Nila back.

"Yes. Like it was Papa Lala."

I rubbed my daughter's head slowly. Then I grabbed his right hand for me to hold. While Mark stood on the other side of Nila. Holding the other hand of his sister.

"Papa Lala handsome. Nila also wants Papa to kayak Lala, Ma.." said Nila with an envious look.

Deg. Deg.

For a moment I was stunned by my daughter's request.

Nila quite often said that she wanted to have Papa.

At the beginning I could not answer anything to my daughter's request. But gradually I have become accustomed to the expression of her heart Nila. And can give him answers he can receive.

"There's Papa Azki. That's Papa Nila and Mark too" I replied immediately.

I saw Mark nodding his head. The sign approved my words just now.

'Basic Mark, Azki lover!' my comment on Mark's attitude towards his Papa Azki.

Luckily Azki who is still singke did not mind because suddenly had to be Papa for my two orphans.

"Nila wants Papa Lala to be Nila de Ma's Papa. I think the net is also good," said Nila again, awakening me who had daydreamed about the past.

"Huh?! How can it be, dear.."

Along with that, my gaze was lifted towards where Lala and her Papa's unexpected figure were.

And, I know from where Nila can judge that Papa Lala's unexpected figure is a good person.

Because I see now, Lala is being floated upwards by the figure of the man. The man who, when I looked him in the face even closer, turned out to be a person I knew very well in the past. It was Kiyano.

Kiyano then carried Lala while standing up. Then the man shifted his focus to look at me.

"How are you Laila? We haven't seen you in a long time" Kiyano said, greeting me.

....

....

"Thank you for looking after Lala. I was almost going to report to the police when I found him near the fastfood outlet. I just stopped there before I got home. I think Lala is still sleeping on the back bench." Kiyano said.

".." Realizing that I had not answered Kiyano's words or words earlier, I oun hurriedly said.

"Sama-sama.." and after a pause of a while, I re-added. "Other times be more careful. Good thing to see him with me," I reprimanded Kiyano for his negligence.

Then, I observed Lala's face in more detail. And I could see some of Kiyano's parts passed down to the little girl. Like her long and pliable eyelashes, and the shape of a tiny face.

'It turns out Lala was Kiyano's son. and her mother must be Bella. Judging from the age of Lala who seemed to be the same as Nila, it means Kiyano and Bella are still in touch after I separated from her.

"Mama! Mama!"

I was shocked from my brief daydream by the screams from Nila. I looked to the side at Nila's face looking at me confused.

"Mama why? Mama sleepy huh? But how come his eyes don't melt? But Mama Kayak was no more. After Nila called, Mama was quiet," said Nila with a confused look.

Next to Nila, Mark looked at me. Yet I caught the worry behind the neutral face she put on.

I was immediately overwhelmed by the guilt of being lulled in my past daydreams with Kiyano. And forget about our current existence.

"They're both. Your son, La?" Ask Kiyano carefully.

My eyes were back with Kiyano's eyes. And. blitz..

The gravity I felt when I first came into contact with Kiyano, I now feel it again.

I almost lost my footing again and forgot who and where I was at the moment. If it wasn't for Nila's hands that were meek fingers.

I looked at Nila back. And I can see Erlan looking at me deeply.

Deg. Deg.

With a little trepidation, I answered Kiyano's question..

"Yes. They are my children... Together with Erlan," I said in a firm tone.

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