I'm Not a Wild Grass

Guest (POV Laila)

"Gue Anterin just to the front of the house Lo yes? I want to know where you live."

Right now, me and the Conch are arguing. He forced me to drive me to the front of the house. While I don't want to if my appearance with a man is known by my cherry and super kepo neighbors, Ceu Edah. Could be his business if the mother of two children saw me home delivered the conch.

"Don't do it. Beside my house there was a neighbor whose real mouth was noisy. Super duper kepo, Kiy! Her hobbies complicate people's lives. What is being talked about and discussed. You don't want to be my neighbor's gossip?" I persuaded the conch to undo his intention to take me to the front of the contract.

"It's okay to be a talking material. Not if the gossip material can actually reduce our sins, right? His sin moved to the one who negosipin us."

"Is it yes?"

I vaguely felt like I had heard a similar sentence. I think I should have heard it from Nunik. My best friend is the storehouse of knowledge.

"Don't know either. I was also horrified from people," said the original Conch.

"Wuu! Means invalid dong, the info!"

"Eh, not necessarily invalid either, La. I heard about it from Mr. Ustadz. So it must be true what he said?" Said the conch not to lose.

"Hhmm. know ah! Why do we even bother to discuss valid invalid anyway? Hitherto. You're anterin all the way here. Thanks, Key! Uh, Kiy!" I'm grinning. Deliberately calling her with the title I gave her.

The conch wasn't angry. He ruffled my hair slowly.

Suddenly I remembered Erlan. My colleague also often ruffled my hair like the conch had done.

"La? Laila's? How's that?"

"Hmm? Yes, Lan?"

Silent..

Two seconds later I realized that I had accidentally called the Conch by the name of Erlan.

'Duh. Mouth wrong again. Why the hell is suddenly the same keingetan Erlan? Mm. that. Why is the conch so quiet? Seemingly serem.' My mind murmured.

"Err.. If so, I'll go in first, Kiy!" I say goodbye to the conch. Although now the conch looked at me with a look that. It's hard for me to explain.

Feeling awkward because my greeting was not reciprocated, without realizing I was doing something very embarrassing.

As if to say goodbye to both parents, I casually pull the palm of the conch, then I kiss the back of his hand.

After smelling the back of her hand, I realized what I was doing.

'Oh my goodness, Laila! Silly is you!' my nagging to myself.

I, who had plunged into the puddle of shame, just turned around and ran away. Stay away from the source of all the silliness I've been doing these past few days.

After being some distance away from the conch, my senses suddenly caught a blaring laughter at night coming to power. 'It must be that the conch is satisfied to laugh at me at this moment!'

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The next day, I was busy ironing my clothes in the morning. It feels sore right my waist after almost two hours of his long struggle with a pile of clothes and also ironing. It makes my eyes sleepy!

Thank goodness I have the ammunition to endure this drowsiness. The trick is to play mp3 songs on my phone.

As of right now, I'm listening to Lazuli Nun, a song by her friend Mba Meyda. I accidentally asked for a copy of a song from Ms. Meyda a few weeks ago. Because I love Lazuli Nun's song. And this is one of his songs that I like the most, because his tone is a bit beat.

'When morning comes, and show me a bright day

Even when I'm gone, and you're here

I waited, forgetting what had happened

Oh.. Companions, best friends,

Don't keep grieving, smile..

I'm still here..

Refs:

There's still time for the two of us to be together

Through our good times

Even though I'll be away from you later,

But I am sure my heart is always near you

Follow your days..'

Hearing this song, I somehow remembered Erlan. Strange right. I don't know why lately I often remember my former coworker. Especially with his parting words spoken by phone in the cafeteria a few days ago.

'What exactly does Erlan mean? Why did he apologize and say he would stop..love me..? Is he in trouble, huh?'

These are the questions that keep coming to my head and mind. So several times I still tried to call or send Erlan a message.

Unfortunately since the last call, Erlan never picked up the phone from me again. My feeling is that he deliberately didn't pick her up. And with all the messages from me. Erlan never returned it. Though judging from his status, clearly Erlan had read all my messages.

I'm getting more and more convinced. If something happened to Erlan. I don't know why he's suddenly avoiding me now. And I also suspect, if the decision to stop working could also be one of his efforts to avoid me.

'Hmm..'

"La, outside there's your friend nyariin. Men."

Mom suddenly appeared at the door and informed me of the arrival of a guest. I looked at my confused mother.

"Who, Ma?" Ask me a curious.

"Ouch! Mom forgot to ask. His people are handsome. So I forgot to ask her name!"

I nodded when I heard Mama's words just now.

"hihim! Mama is funny! Yes, you can still be fascinated to see a handsome guy anyway? Wahh.don't-don't Mama was the second puberty time!" I teased Mom.

"ah! You're La! Where is pubescent! Mama doesn't have time for puberty yet" Mama avoided.

"Lha, pity dong Mang Uding our neighbor? He gave the code of red heart to Mama.. Rejected the Mang Uding, Ma? It's a real shame.." I flirted back, pulling out the iron plug.

"Hush! Was ah! Pity your friend waiting on the front porch. Mama made a drink first. Cepetan meet in your guest La. Pity if you wait a long time," Mama reminded.

"Yes, my dear mother.. Wake up right now!"

I'm not done talking, Mama's gone. Like he was about to make a drink for my guest, I don't know who it is.

Curious, I walked straight to the rented terrace. And as soon as I found out who the guest who came in early enough (now ten o'clock), I was very, very surprised.

"Why are you here?! How do I know my house?!" Ask the right male guest said Mama, it was too late handsome.

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