I'm Not a Wild Grass

Three Hearts, Two Sense

POV Erlan

If anyone says that I have become a slave to love, I will willingly agree. I also don't know how love can so quickly tie my heart to a woman like Laila.

Though I think that the typical woman of my dreams is a graceful, polite and gentle woman like Nindi, one of my coworkers.

However, once Laila was present in my life, I could not take my eyes off her at all. It is hard to escape this feeling. Because as soon as I knew Laila, with just a smile she gave me, I fell into the depths of love. Not even I know the depth to where.

Laila's. Laila's. Laila's. I always call her name before you come and ambush me every night. A sweet face makes me always want to smile, in every second when he is reflected in my mind. Then it is true if anyone says that I have been enslaved by love.

I would happily say that I do love Laila. My Lovely Laila's..

I then expressed my feelings to Laila. However, it turns out that my estuary of love rejects the taste I have for her.

I'm sad, but I'm not discouraged. I thought, if I was always with her, I could gradually erode the hardness of the stone that sealed Laila's heart from loving me. That's gonna happen someday.

Laila doesn't have a guy she likes.

But now, what I witnessed with both of my eyes inadvertently made my world shake. I could no longer even feel the world and its contents around me.

All I have in mind now is Laila kissing a guy I know very well. Our own boss, Kiyano.

For ten seconds I tortured myself by looking at the estuary of my love which shared the contents of her well with another man.

And I feel defeated too. Especially when I saw Laila's face the last time before I turned around.

Clearly, the power of love has ensnared my Laila. And that love was towards Kiyano.

Ahh. true pain feels my heart now. His pain exceeded the tightness of being squeezed by a large, barbed stone.

...In the end I actually admitted defeat. Between every step I took towards my moge outside, I felt like a zombie that no longer knew where to go....

Just a sense of tightness. Stuffy. And the tightness that accompanies my steps now. Away from the existence of the estuary of love that I think I can no longer regurgitate her loving water.

"Laila.." I send my last greetings to my love, to the night wind. Wishing he could convey the longing that I knew would begin to pile up in later days.

"Bye.. La,"

And I went with my moge. Carrying a heart wound that I don't know when it can be treated.

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Kiyano POV.

Flash back during the day.

I read a short message from Bella. He said he was on his way to Kuta for a vacation. Ever since I dropped my talaq on him last Saturday, I've been trying to keep my distance from him.

Back then, Bella just looked at me in surprise. And a few seconds later he said that he received my talaq, with a resigned expression embedded in his face.

It's officially the end of my and Bella's love story religiously. And I've even relieved Bella of her duties as a wife.

Because Bella can go straight back to town A, and not past her iddah in my apartment. As is legally required of Islam. Because even though the talaq has fallen, during the iddah period is still there, then Bella should still be obliged to prepare my daily needs. Even though we have separated the bed and are only under one roof.

But because I had freed her from her obligations, Bella finally decided to go home to the city of A.

I asked Bella well. Then I think I should return it well too.

But Bella turned down my offer. And he also said that his Father and Mother (first me) had not come home from Aussy. So I have to wait to get this news to them until they get home.

Although my relationship with Bella as husband and wife has now ended, Bella sometimes still sends me irregular messages like before her.

He asked me if I had eaten or not. How is my job in the office, difficult or not? Things like that are often asked Bella through all her short messages.

Sometimes I reply to Bella's messages. But more often I ignore it. That's not why. But I am still in the stage of healing the wound in my heart due to the betrayal committed by my ex-wife. So I tried to keep my distance from her, for the good of both of us.

I read Bella's message with a hollow feeling. I just stared at the message for a few seconds, before continuing my work that was delayed. I decided not to heed Bella's message.

All morning I sat in front of the laptop and read the new strategy plan that had been drafted by the marketing team. Lately the sales graph of the textile factory branch where I work is now declining. Because of this, I have given the task to the marketing team to look for new strategies, in order to increase the number of sales next month.

So seriously working, I almost forgot to have lunch. If only Eni, my secretary, hadn't reminded me.

I finally decided to have lunch first. And I don't know why I'm so anxious to taste the cafeteria food right now. I usually make delivery orders.

But, as soon as I got to the cafeteria, my eyes were immediately drawn to the truly unsettling sight.

I saw Laila was joking around quite familiar with her male co-workers who always followed her wherever it was. Erlan, I remember that guy's name.

Seeing their familiarity, suddenly the jealousy came back to control me. It makes me wonder myself. Because even to Bella I never felt the stifling anger that I currently feel.

So why is it that just seeing Laila jokingly familiar with Erlan, has made me feel devoured by her hot jealous flames? I wanted to go to the second one and then pull and take Laila away from Erlan.

If I could, I'd like to lock that rude girl in my study all day. So that he can not talk to any man anymore.

Crazy one! Crazy right my mind just now. Before I was misled by this feeling of jealousy, I took pains to turn my back and get away from the cafeteria.

Away from the sight that made me so angry.

I was afraid that if I got close to Laila, I would ambush her and kidnap her to take her home. It's crazy my mind.

I finally did not eat in the cafeteria. I ordered food on line. I also decided to lock myself in my workspace. For a while I no longer saw the face of that rude girl.

But, in the afternoon, fate teased me with an opportunity.

When I was about to go home, I saw Laila who was in a hurry to leave alone. Somehow when I saw Laila at that time, I remembered her familiarity with Erlan last afternoon. And the jealous fire came back and began to entrap me.

In a tired body and mind position, I finally couldn't help but follow where Laila was going. In the end I followed Laila from quite a distance away.

After some time, I found out Laila went to the toilet. At that time, the atmosphere of the hallway around the toilet was very quiet. I guess everyone must have gone home. Suddenly a dark thought came to my mind.

I was waiting for Laila at a corner. And as soon as Laila passed by, unaware of my whereabouts, I just pulled her into a corner that didn't really catch my attention.

I ambushed Laila and I confronted her with questions about her relationship with Erlan.

But indeed the bottom of the woman's mouth was too rough. Laila was chattering and angry indistinctly at me. So that spontaneously I was whacked by the feeling of locking her rough mouth again with my own mouth.

And. in a hidden corner, I returned to menki um Laila.

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