I'm Not a Wild Grass

Meet Again (POV Laila)

"Laila, why are you here?!" I looked at the origin of the voice. And my eyes were rubbed with the eyes of the driver of the car who had just arrived.

"Why are you here too?" I asked in amazement as I came back to face Erlan, after a long time since the last time we met two months ago.

"I really live here. You're.." Erlan seemed to think for a moment.

"Don't tell me you miss me too much, so I'm here?" Erlan asked half jokingly, half serious.

"Idi-h..! Ge er's! Who else misses the same chilli ijo like you, Lan! Let's say I like spicy food, I have my own level!" Said me ceplas-ceplos.

"Ohuk!" The security guard behind the stainless steel gate coughed with laughter.

I want to look at her, but I'm afraid I won't be allowed into the house, again, by her.

'Uh, wait a minute! Erlan said she lived here? I was busy guessing the reason for Erlan's existence in front of Mama Ilma's house.

"You're the driver at Mama's house, uh, Ilmaya's mother?" I asked Erlan.

"Hmhhh!!"

I turned my head back towards the security guard, who was clearly holding back his laughter.

'Diihh. This security guard really likes to ngetawain others. There was nothing funny about my talk!' I mumbled in my heart.

"Well, you could say that" said Erlan half-heartedly.

"Why do you know Ma.., err, Ilmaya's mother?" Erlan's voice looks a little misbehaved.

"The whole story."

"Yes that's short!"

"On the road" I answered very briefly.

"Huh?" Erlan looked at me confused.

"Yes, on the street. He said tell me a story!" I'm explaining.

Crick..

Silence for some time. Erlan gaped, looking at me with a look of disbelief. Meanwhile, the security guard again coughed withholding laughter.

"Hmphh!! Uhuk! Uhuk!"

'Damn it, security guard! Just pretend to cough! Let's cough for real!' I swear without a sound.

"Yes meet in jalan doang, can continue to make you here anyway? This is weekday. Didn't you go to work?" Ask Erlan back.

Erlan seemed to think I was still working in our old office. In the end, in front of the stainless steel gate I also told briefly about me who had helped Mama Ilmaya but had to be injured.

Continued with the emergence of problems in our old workplace that made me decide to resign as well as Erlan did.

Until the offer of a job from Mama Ilmaya to work as a nanny for Oma or her in-law Mama Ilma.

Erlan listened to my story carefully. I saw he looked very worried when I told him the story of the stabbing. But I'm grateful that Erlan didn't ask me anything about the problems at the office that had caused me to decide to move to work.

"Oo. Yes already. Come on in with me!" Take Erlan while opening the side door of the car he was driving.

Without any more ba bi bu, I just got in Erlan's car. Pass through a stainless steel gate that stands firm. Leaving the security guard who was staring at me curious, from the moment I got into the car driven by Erlan.

Erlan then took the car through the yard of a very large house to get into an area next to the house that turned out to be a garage.

I was shocked when I saw about a dozen cars parked in the garage. And of all the cars lined up neatly, only one vehicle caught my attention. That's Erlan's moge.

I see, Erlan's moge looks sad when juxtaposed with dozens of cars glittering in this garage.

"Laila, this is Mr. Kiman. The butler in this house. You can meet Ma. er.r.. Big lady with ushered in by Mr. Kiman."

Then Erlan whispered something into Mr. Kiman's ear. I looked suspiciously at Erlan. Worried if he felt more senior than me in this house, and wanted to prank me with the help of Mr. Kiman.

'See that if Erlan and Mr. Kiman prank me, I'd throw them at Mama Ilmaya!' threaten me in my heart.

Mr. Kiman then nodded once.

"If so, I go in first, La. I still have work. You go with Mr. Kiman!" Erlan said in a hurry and disappeared into the back of the house.

"Let's Miss, come with me. The Big Madam was enjoying tea time with her best friend," Mr. Kiman asked me.

I also followed Mr. Kiman into the house.

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This house is a two-story building with many rooms and rooms that are classic Mediterranean style. I quite liked the peaceful feel I could capture from all the interiors in this house.

After passing through many rooms, Mr. Kiman finally drove me to a room upstairs.

"Wait a minute here. I will tell the Madam first" Mr. Kiman told me. I sat on one of the maroon couches there.

Mr. Kiman then went into a room, but did not close the door. I could hear his conversation with someone in the room.

"Mrs Big, Miss Laila has come."

"Laila has arrived?! Get him in! Oh, wait a minute, Ruby. I have to meet someone first!" Mama Ilma's voice sounded hurried.

Soon, the figure of Mama Ilma appeared in front of Mr. Kiman who followed her from behind.

"Laila, baby! You finally came too. Mama's really worried if you don't come, son. Even though Mama had hoped that you would accept Mama's offer to take care of Oma," exclaimed Mama Ilma while hugging me briefly.

"Laila promised, Aunt. So-so"

"Mama! Call me Mama Ilma, baby. Kan Mama already asked you to call Mama," Mama Ilma rebuked me.

I first looked shamefully at Mr. Kiman who was standing alert not far from where Mama and I were sitting.

As if he understood, shortly afterwards Mr. Kiman respected and passed away.

"Laila's ashamed, Ma. What if Laila changed to a mother, huh? It means the same thing" I tried to negotiate.

"Well.okay. That makes you feel comfortable, baby. Mom is okay too. Oh yeah, you've had breakfast, honey?" Ask Mama Ilmaya for attention.

"Mm. sudh that was.."

'But my stomach is hungry again, ' I continued in my heart.

As if I could hear the contents of my head, Mama Ilmaya suddenly called Mr. Kiman. And a second later, Mr. Kiman reappeared near us.

"Please make Miss Laila a set of east food breakfast yes. Smoke!" Tell Mama Ilmaya to Mr. Kiman.

(Remain: as soon as possible. Meaning: as soon as possible)

"Okay, Madam!"

Mr. Kiman passed again. While I was invited by Mama Ilmaya to enter the room to the balcony in the room. A woman the age of Mama Ilmaya was seen sipping something on the porcelain cup she was holding.

As I observed the woman's face, I was again taken aback. Because again I met someone I knew quite well.

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