I'm Not a Wild Grass

Confident Already (POV Kiyano)

Tomorrow is Saturday. It's been almost a week since the last time I saw Bella and her affair with Bayu.

Although at first my heart felt crumpled. But after a few days, I started to think more calmly. I've been thinking about her maturely. And I'm meeting Bella tomorrow to confront her about her affair.

Why not realize it first? Why didn't I just hit Bella and Bayu that night?

Huhh.. That night, I was so unprepared to face Bella and Bayu. It was my overwhelming love for Bella that was holding my back from hitting them.

At that time I was still shocked, and also scared. Afraid that if I appeared before them at that time, Bella would immediately choose Bayu over me. I wasn't ready to face a breakup with Bella, right then and there.. Call it I've been enslaved by my love for Bella, too long..

Moreover, our previous relationship I think is fine. How do I know if it turns out fate has kept a special gift for me that night.

Because of that, I need time. I need space to reflect on everything. I also need time to suspend myself. Although until now, the pain and squeeze of love still feels tormenting this heart. But I know that I'll be strong enough to hold on to the front of him later.

And now, there's one more thing I want to make sure of. It's only after her that I'll see Bella tomorrow.

Geck. Geck. Geck.

I glanced at my watch. It's five o'clock past ten minutes now. I think the one I was waiting for has finally arrived.

"Lake in!" I let someone in front of the door in.

And, sure enough. As soon as the door opened, Laila looked. Who entered my study with a worried look.

Looking at the expression on the woman's face, I just wanted to laugh. I think this woman in front of me must have been so worried that she would receive punishment for her boredom earlier this afternoon that had hit me.

I thought back to the pain in my stomach when the trolley pushed by Laila hit my stomach quite tight. Luckily, I held on with both arms. But still, the collision was inevitable as well. Until I fell down in the end.

Given the pain of the fall, I thought about pranking Laila again. My true careless officer on this one. It's been rude, lazy, sloppy anyway. How can I still refrain from firing her? I was really surprised at my thought.

"Ehem! You know why I called you here, don't you?" Saying I started.

I observed Laila's face that looked conical and was getting down scared. I struggled to hold the laughter that was about to come out of my throat when I saw Laila's attitude.

But then, Laila raised her gaze. And back, I was caught in a mystical trap emitted by both of his oversized eyes.

From the beginning of my meeting with Laila on the edge of Pearl Lake, I always had trouble breaking the eye connection between us whenever I had looked into Laila's two big eyes. It was as if there was a magic that drew me to dive into the depths of the woman's eyes, and then made me wonder at the contents of Laila's head and mind.

"Yes, Sir. I had been careless this afternoon and had run over you. Is that why I was called here?"

Laila's voice sounded stoic in my ears.

I blinked my eyes. Trying to dive into his thoughts through those two beautiful eyeballs.

'Wait first! Why do I think her eyes are beautiful? Obviously his eyes are too big like a bekel ball! Far from beautiful!' I corrected my own assessment of Laila's two eyes.

"Close up. Your voice is too small because you're talking too far near the door" I rebuked Laila.

Laila then approached the table where I was. The distance between us was only two and a half meters.

From my bench, I could observe Laila's face in even more detail.

Laila was still wearing her OB uniform which was cream colored in a red brick line. A pair of colored sneakers became the woman's footwear. Laila's height is pretty standard. About 165 inches in my opinion. With a body posture that is not fat is also not too thin.

Laila's skin is brownish yellow. It looks like a mature sapodilla. Her hair, which she usually buns back, now looks undulating along her shoulders. Her hair color is a bit of reddish-brown.

Suddenly I imagined if the woman was standing in the sun, surely the reflection of sunlight would make her hair color so reddish. It was like a crown of fire with ripples surging around its oval-shaped face.

What caught my attention the most were Laila's two eyes that were too big when compared to the eyes of any other woman I've ever met. Like two balls of medium-sized bekel with a clear and magical looking tanned bead.

Unknowingly, I tightened my grip on the ballpoint pen I was holding. Recollected by my face Laila who smiled loosely when she chatted with her OB co-worker who often drove her home.

For some reason, the feeling of dislike was again present to dominate my mind. I don't like it when I see Laila seem familiar with that guy. And I don't think I'd like it if Laila was close to another guy.

I know now that I felt jealous of the woman I just met about three weeks ago.

Yep. I feel jealous of him. And it also signifies that I could be having feelings for Laila.

"Sir Kiyano?"

I woke up from the daydream when I heard Laila calling my name.

I'm trying to clear my mind. And refocus on the present.

"As you've guessed, I did call you here one of them for that reason. You often make careless, and less persistent at work. If I want, I can submit your name to the Personnel staff, which you know for yourself what the continuation will be like," I explained at length..

"Fired," I concluded.

I looked carefully at Laila's face, which seemed paler when I heard my last words. And again, that unbearable mind is again present. Makes me so hard. I realized that this time I would not be able to be objective towards my employees on this one.

My breath is deep enough. While I was watching Laila's lethargic face. Feeling unbearable to prank the woman in front of me again, I continued to talk.

"But." said I, rising up from the chair and walking up to my desk. This time the distance between me and Laila was only one meter, without any more tables as the separator.

"But I'll give you one last chance."

Laila's face lifted. And yes. A smile came out to him to me. Make her face look full sweet.

I was stunned for a few seconds. Until I heard a question from Laila who asked for certainty for my words earlier.

"So seriously, sir? I still..I mean, I can still work here?!" Laila asked with a happy look that spilled on her face.

'Sweet is right this girl. But she's still less beautiful than my Bella. 'my mind line back sailing to Bella makes me again feel sad.

"Yes!" I say briefly.

Then, Laila suddenly approached and grabbed both of my hands. With no more ba bi bu he immediately kissed my hand, like a child who was about to go to school shaking hands with his mother's father.

Uncomfortable with the touch done by Laila, I immediately released myself and returned to keep my distance. I sat back in my chair. While Laila looks still smiling Sumringah looks at me.

Ba dump's. Ba dump's.

Back, my heart thumped.

Ba dump's. Bunk.

The momentum I hadn't felt in a long time since I first realized my love for Bella, my wife.

Ba dump's. Ba dump's.

Rest assured that I am now.

I think I'm starting to like this woman in front of me.

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