I'm Not a Wild Grass

A Question (POV Laila)

Ever since the conch's temptation to me in the cafeteria, the whole office finally started gossiping about my relationship with the conch. Many have congratulated me. And I was able to catch the licking attitude shown by those people.

There were also those who were blatantly hostile towards me and opposed to my relationship with the Conch. Against such pretentious people I was even being defiant. Don't call me Laila if I don't dare to defend myself.

Because of that, the people who are against my relationship and that conch don't dare to do anything. Because I was brave and did not hesitate to confront them in public.

Perhaps embarrassed or afraid of being caught by the Conch for bullying me, the women who call themselves Kiyano fans are no longer pranking me or sneering at me openly.

'Basic tiger toothless!' I was upset.

To the conch, I really felt very upset. Look now. It's been two days since the temptation of the Conch in the cafeteria has been upon me. But I still received gazes of admiration and envy from the people in the office. All this was because of the conch.

"Hey! Slow down, La, put the coffee down! My hands splashed this. It's still hot" the conch protested early in the morning.

"For you, Kiy! I'm a celebrity in the office right now. We often have people in our relationships. We have no status! But I've been bombarded almost all day from yesterday. It's all because of you and your stupid attitude!" I nagged at length while pounding the conch's desk.

The conch then stood up and went around his desk. Until he finally stood in front of me. He grabbed both my hands gently. But I immediately brushed it off rudely.

"I don't want to know. You have to do something so I'm no longer followed by people who are sorry about us! Males really try, Kiy! Yes, I want to go to the toilet to pee so must be held back by those people!" My omel goes on.

The conch is back to grab my hands now. He kind of lowered his head to align his face with mine. Only after that did he say.

"Gue's sorry, La. If my attitude yesterday made it difficult. But seriously. I don't mean to make your life uncomfortable."

I'm thieving. Looking in the other direction. But the conch then pulled my chin with his fingertips, so that I could refocus staring at him.

"But how good are we if we're going out, La? Let the business be in order. Instead of playing cat-slinging and giving an answer status that is not clear, which even makes people so kepo? Mending said yes we are dating. After all, the curiosity of people will disappear also La."

"Pooch. If that's the case, I'll be bombarded, Kiy! More bother later me!." I complained and crossed my arms in front of my chest. And the conch even protested with my attitude.

The conch tried to untangle my crossed arm. Then back to talking.

"Yes, maybe at the beginning you will be a bit bothered. But at least only last a week doang. The rest of the people will have another chat, La."

"Again, we have a relationship. Why do we also think what people say, La. His word is Lo brave. Time yes ngadepin people kepo aja Lo afraid anyway!" Tempta the Conch.

I glared at the Conch. I crossed my hands in front of my chest and spoke up.

"I am brave! It's just complicated, Kiy. My work will be catapulted because I have to accept a huddle call from the people of the kepo. This I've been reprimanded with Mas Idham for my lack of work."

"Mas Idham? Who's she?" Asked the Conch with a gaze that suddenly looked threatening. In the meantime, he reopened the folds of my hands in front of my chest.

I was the focus of the gaze so I felt a little nervous. So subconsciously I crossed my arms back in front of my chest.

"Mas Idham was the head of the OB team. He's the one who's the manager and the leader of all the OBs in our office."

"Ooh.." said the conch, reopening the folds of my hands in front of my chest.

Aware of the conch's repetitive attitude, I became annoyed and immediately nagged.

"What are you doing anyway? From that moment I could not cross my hand on my chest. I love how I want to style. These are my hands!" My omel frankly.

The conch looked at the fold of my hand in front of my chest. Then slowly, he again unraveled the folds of my hand while explaining in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Gue saranin La. No. I really ask Lo do not cross hands in front of the chest again, if Lo again with other people. Especially in front of a man."

"Why indeed? Don't be weird!"

Long time observed with such a dark view makes me finally feel uncomfortable too. I finally crossed my hands in front of my chest. Not understanding the words of the Conch earlier because it tried to cover the area of my chest that was stared at by the Conch with a view... Bawdy.

The conch suddenly moved back and away from me. He then went back around the table to sit in his chair. And my eyes followed every move of his steps.

After a few seconds, he gave me the answer to my question.

With a relaxed face, the Conch continued to say.

"Lo realise, La? If that's a pretty big size. So if Lo crosses Lo's hand like that, it looks even bigger Lo."

For a moment, I didn't understand the 'that' that the Conch meant. It took me a few seconds before I realized what he meant.

"??!!!"

"..kayak want to spill instead!" Said the Conch adding.

"Diddeliver! You pervert!" Bait me while throwing a washcloth in the face of the conch. Then hurriedly ran out of the perverted conch's workroom.

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The day keeps changing, it doesn't feel like it's coming on Saturday. Ever since his love confession in basecamp, the conch has always forced himself to drive me home.

At first I insisted on refusing the conch's invitation. Because I don't want to add oil to the flames of a hot rumor about our relationship.

But after I found out that my free cane all this time (Erlan) has now stopped working, I no longer refuse the invitation of the conch to go home together.

I'm getting used to the insinuations or stupidity of people about my relationship with the conch. Usually I only answer the "no comment" of artist Desy Ratnasari when asked by journalists.

And gradually not many people want to wonder anymore. Maybe they are bored because they have to receive a no comment answer from me always. Hihahi.

"Gue between you and the house?" Tawar Kiyano suddenly, when the Civic car we were riding just came out from the front gate.

"Ehh, no!" I hurriedly refused.

"Why? You're embarrassed to get caught having a boyfriend like me?" The conch was so sudden.

"Huh? Are we officially dating, right? I don't think it has yet. We're just getting introduced, Kiy!" I refuse to acknowledge our relationship.

The conch looks to be singing his lips.

"Lo really did La. It's been a week. I'm starting to feel the way I feel about Lo. I also want to accept all the depravity Lo. And I'm willing to adapt to all his slanted behavior Lo.."

"Damn it! You really love what my intentions are mocking me anyway, Kiy!"

The Conch.

"Don't know either. If the same Lo, innately I want to ridicule only. The heart feels plong that if you talk to Lo, La. There is no barrier between us. I don't think you keep any secrets from me. So I'm just comfortable being who I am" said the conch at length.

I looked at the face of the conch which now looked like it was contemplating something. And all of a sudden. My mouth was too itchy to ask the conch anything. The real question has been long enough for me to ask him.

"Actually, you're single, aren't you Kiy?" I asked suddenly, in a relaxed tone.

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