I'm Not a Wild Grass

Hunting Laila (POV Kiyano)

"Fix your report and don't appear in front of me again until you make a satisfactory report!"

I threw a file binder at the Marketing Division staff. After taking back his report, the staff rushed away with a scared expression that plastered markedly.

As soon as the door closed, I pounded the table with my own hands.

"Argh! Shit!"

I leaned my body and head against the swivel sofa I was sitting on.

I admit, lately my world has become more chaotic. Starting from my divorce hearing with Bella that never went well. Because Bella is always missing and suddenly just sends me a short message that she refuses this divorce.

But Thursday the final verdict will come out. And it's certain that the court will grant my request to divorce Bella. After my divorce with Bella is settled, I intend to propose to Laila.

I began to be unable to escape the charm of the sweet woman. Slowly, Laila's face replaced all my thoughts about Bella and our divorce.

I also began to have difficulty holding myself back from pouncing on Laila while we were alone whether it was in the car or in the office.

I don't want to break Laila's trust in me. I promised not to touch her until she let me. And Laila repeatedly asserted that she only allowed her husband to touch her.

Shouldn't I be her husband first?

So fuck my bad marriage experience. Whether driven by lust or indeed I have loved Laila too deeply, so I want to immediately inaugurate our relationship to a more serious level.

Last week, I even conveyed my intentions to Mom and Mita. And they support my every decision. Meanwhile, Mita reminded me to keep my distance from Laila. Because anyway my divorce with Bella has not been settled.

I still hold Bella's husband status in the eyes of state law. So according to Mita, I have to keep Laila's honor by keeping a distance with her for a while.

However, I have not yet tried to keep my distance, it is Laila herself who first keeps her distance from me. He even seemed to have deliberately dodged and so it was difficult for me to find anywhere.

I used to wait for her to leave the morning together, for two days yesterday had to come late to the office because it turns out Laila had left first.

I went to the base camp of the OB to pick her up, in the end had to swallow disappointment again, because in fact Laila had come home ahead of me.

I found Laila in the cafeteria, she wasn't there. I leave a word to anyone to let Laila come to my study, Laila doesn't come.

Don't ask me about dozens of messages and calls on her phone number, because Laila also didn't reply or pick her up.

I was overwhelmed by confusion and despair. My mind would not want to be wondering what really happened to Laila.

In the end, I decided to do the hunt. And the target is Laila. I'll make sure that Wednesday I catch and drag Laila into my room. He clearly owes me an explanation.

In addition, I also intend to give an explanation to Laila about my divorce status with Bella.

Following the advice of Mita, my younger sister who is always more mature minded than her high school peers, I should be open to Laila about everything. Because with that openness, my relationship with Laila can begin on the basis of full trust.

I hope my marriage to Laila will be my last. Because I feel unable to love another woman as much as I love Laila. His charm has dominated my mind and mind as it is now.

***

The next morning, I searched Laila for her base camp. I accidentally sent a message to the head of the OB team there called Idham. In order to tell me secretly if Laila has come.

However, until the end of nine, I did not receive any messages from Idham. So I called her right away.

"How, has Laila come?" Ask me to the point.

"It looks like Laila's not coming to work, sir. He hasn't come yet. His number could not be reached. Laila is not usually late or absent without leaving a message first" Idham said at length.

"Oh. Alright. Let me know immediately if you've heard from her!"

And I hung up on that phone call.

I breathed quite deeply. Feeling confused and helpless by Laila's sudden disappearance.

I don't know why I feel such an unclear anxiety. I'm worried about Laila's news right now.

"Ah..why is my heart deg degan gini? Did something happen to Laila?" I murmured at the invisible wind in front.

***

Until mid-afternoon, I was engulfed in endless anxiety. My mind couldn't focus and it was always on Laila's face.

I don't know why all of a sudden fear hit me. And the worry about Laila continued to grow at every moment I passed without her presence.

In the end I decided to let her go home faster and slide straight to Laila's house. I thought he must be at his house this afternoon.

But, when my steps were already at Laila's doorstep, I was greeted by an empty house with no occupants.

Long enough I waited in front of Laila's house and knocked on her door. But I didn't meet either Laila or Mama Mutia.

About half an hour after waiting on the porch, a neighbor of Laila showed up and gave me bad news about Laila.

He said Laila was a victim of a mugging. And now he is in the hospital because he suffered severe bleeding due to a puncture wound he received.

Deg. Deg.

***

When I got there, I met Mama Mutia who was arguing with a doctor.

"Take my kidney, Doc. It's okay I live with one kidney too. As long as my daughter survives. I beg you, Doc!" Mama Mutia grope.

"I'm sorry, Mom. The hospital procedure does not allow the mother to donate a kidney. Because after checking, it turns out that the mother's kidney is only one that functions normally. So we can't risk donating a mother's kidney to a Laila patient."

Hearing the conversation of the two, suddenly my anxiety was mounting.

"Laila needs a kidney donor?" I asked who I didn't know.

Mama Mutia and the male doctor immediately turned to me.

"Son Kiyano.."

"Tante, tell Kiyan. Does Laila really need a kidney donor?" ask me to repeat.

Mama Mutia hesitated to tell me about Laila's condition.

But when I saw my concern over Laila's condition, the end Mama Mutia also told me.

"Yes, Kiyano boy. Laila had a puncture wound deep enough to injure her kidney too badly. While her one kidney is also not functioning optimally, so Laila needs a kidney donor as quickly as her."

"Then use Kiyano's kidney, Auntie!" say me without hesitation.

A moment of silence. Mama Mutia stared fixedly at me at once.

"Use Kiyano's kidney only Aunt. Coincidentally Kiyano also just checked up three months ago, and thankfully both of Kiyano's kidneys are healthy all together. So it's okay if this one kidney Kiyano gave to Laila," I said back without a second of hesitation.

"But, Nak Kiyano.."

I hurriedly cut off Mama Mutia's words that seemed reluctant to accept my help.

"Don't think about anything, Auntie. The most important thing at this time is that Laila immediately operated so that the chance of recovery is also getting bigger. Isn't that right, Doctor?" ask the male doctor next to Mama Mutia.

"really so. The sooner Laila patients are operated on, the greater the chance of recovery. Sorry, sir, who's the patient?" ask the doctor.

"I. her boyfriend. Please get this kidney donation for my girlfriend, yes, Doc. Please save Laila!" I begged the young doctor in front of me.

"Don't worry, sir. We will do our best to help the patient. In that case, please go to the administration table first to fill out the necessary forms," said the doctor before going into the surgical room.

Just as I was about to head to the admin table, Mama Mutia held my arm.

"Son Kiyano, is your help not too much for Laila, son. Somehow Auntie can pay for your kindness."

I then grabbed Mama Mutia's fingers and there was her gentle mas. Then I said, "Tante, Kiyano please keep it a secret from Laila about Kiyano donating this kidney. Kiyano does not want Laila to feel indebted to Kiyano. Kiyano sincerely gives whatever Laila needs. Even if Laila needed a heart, Kiyano would willingly give her. Please bless Kiyano and Laila's relationship, that's enough for Kiyano, Auntie.."

And slowly, the frail body of the woman in front of me finally shook as well. The vibe really shook the heart. Because then Mama Mutia sobbed quietly while saying the same sentence many times.

"Thank you, son, thank you." Mama Mutia's voice finally broke. Breaking down the shades of sadness that so densely enveloped us now.

***

After going through a series of blood and kidney match checks, thankfully kidney transplant surgery can be done around seven o'clock in the evening.

While in the operating room, I was under the influence of total anaesthetic. It was only about three hours later that I finally realized and it turned out that the operation had been completed.

According to the doctor who handled Laila, thank goodness the operation went well. All the conditions of Laila's vitals also improved. Even so, Laila still had to be in the hospital for approximately one week to be observed.

For the next two days, I was hospitalized with Laila. Thankfully after two days of observation, I was declared healthy and allowed to return home. I was only asked to reduce strenuous activity so that my recovery process would speed up.

Laila herself awoke from her coma sleep on the third day. According to the story of Mama Mutia, thank God Laila's condition also gradually improved.

I have applied for a one-month leave for Laila without being noticed by her. I haven't seen my girlfriend myself because I don't want Laila to see my condition after surgery. If he saw me, he would have guessed who donated the kidney to him.

Mama Mutia almost every morning and evening always came to see me. From her I always knew the news about Laila.

After being allowed to go home by the doctor, I decided to go straight home to my flat. Because I don't want Laila to see the condition of my face that still looks pale.

It was only on the fifth day Laila was admitted that I finally came back to the hospital to visit her.

However, what greeted me when we met again was in fact an attitude I never expected to accept.

Because Laila was being quiet the whole time towards me. And he asked me not to go to the hospital anymore.

At first I refused his request. However, after considering the condition of Laila who had decreased due to my debate with her which happened quite often, in the end I decided to leave the hospital and no longer visit Laila.

It's hard for these feet to get away from my love. But I'll give Laila some time. Until he has fully recovered his health and can give me the answer to his cold attitude towards me over the past few days.

***