I'm Not a Wild Grass

Birthday Party (POV Laila)

Day after day goes on. It has not been three months that I have worked at Mama Ilmaya's house. I feel good about my job now. Because I no longer get the cynical look I got from my previous job.

Here, my job is also very easy. Just be a storytelling friend to Oma Ruth.

Talk about Oma Ruth. Thankfully, his condition is much better now. Oma's face was no longer pale and tangled. And a smile almost always adorns Oma's face. Oma has also spoken often enough. Even if it is only two or three words.

But all of that is progress to be grateful for. I am also happy with the development of this Oma Ruth condition.

During the three months of working here, although I sat with Oma Ruth more often, I also added new friends with some people here. Like the butler of Kiman, who, although he looks sangar with his paplang mustache, turns out to be a sensitive and attentive person in his silence.

Also Buk De Yanti, who looks like a mother to me in this house. Many times Buk De gave me dry snacks for myself when I was about to pick up fruit and snacks for Oma Ruth. I never asked him.

There is also Darman, an eleven-year-old boy who helps his father take care of plants and maintain the cleanliness of the yard in this house.

Darman is a smart and passionate boy. And he is also my outspoken admirer. Hihah..

Just because I had once helped her work on a school PR that was too difficult for her intelligent brain, she just immediately admired me. In fact, he just plainly wants to marry me when he grows up.

I laughed at the boy's words. Wonderful with kids today. Her imagination is incredible.

Only three of those people I managed to think of as my new friends in this house. I'm still traumatized by Nindi's events. So that I always keep my distance from servants who are my age.

Especially for female servants. My mind always sends me a warning signal. Fearing that if I got too close to those servants, I would again feel the betrayal Nindi had given me.

Oma Ruth will celebrate her eighty-fourth birthday next week. All residents of the house are preparing this for the party that will be held festively on Saturday.

All distant relatives, friends, and family business colleagues will be invited to this party. And chances are I'll have to stay the night to be Oma's companion on the night of the party.

Well. weekly nights with Oma. It's okay.

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On the day of the party, Oma wore a dress whose tops resembled cheongsam (a traditional Chinese outfit) in emerald green. It's just that to make Oma more comfortable wearing it, the bottom of the dress was deliberately shaped like an A-line dress that widened downwards. Unlike cheongsam which is generally tight from top to bottom.

I envy Oma. Because I myself have to wear the real cheongsam. As Oma's companion, I wore a yellow butter cheongsam with a bird pattern embroidered with golden red thread.

What makes me uncomfortable the most is this cheongsam dress wrapped tightly my body is quite fat with fat that sagged here and there. I feel like a leupeut cake. Sundanese specialties made from glutinous rice and tightly wrapped with coconut leaves.

Especially in the chest. I feel like my chest is a little tight because the size of this cheongsam really fits my crazy body. Thank goodness the fabric material is premium, so I don't feel anger.

"Oh, happy birthday! May god blessed you with love, love, and love!" Arline walks into Oma Ruth's room in a light blue cheongsam dress. He looks very charming with the appearance of his hair that is carried pretty on the head with a sparrow-shaped hair ornament.

"Gee.. Laila! Your appearance is superb!" Praise Arline for seeing me.

I snorted rudely. "Well! Don't tease me, Lin. Obviously my appearance is like a gini leupeut! You don't see what my fat is everywhere!" I complained next to Oma's wheelchair.

Right now, my relationship with Arline is no longer stiff. I'm used to exchanging subtle or harsh jokes with Arline. You could say, he's my bestie candidate too. But I don't want to be too hopeful about the friendly relationship between us. Because after all he's still my master in this house.

"ah! Any timing? You are so sexy in my opinion! You can make my sister drool later if she has seen this look of yours! Especially the fat on both your Tata and Tita! Full milk!" Babe Arline without censored.

I pulled over Arline's index finger that was about to menowel my twin assets. Indeed, one of my employers is rather vul gar as well as his attitude and speech. Maybe because of his job as one of the staff in the police forensic lab, so he's used to towel here and there.

I shuddered in horror, when at a glance I was imagined by the profession of Arline who had to get used to examining the bodies of victims of accidents or murders. Hii..

"Fuck you, La! You're as annoying as my brother! You guys are a good match!" Bump Arline to me.

I assume the wind and Arline says. He talked too much about his brother whom I had never met.

I heard from Buk De Yanti, the Young Master in this house, as well as the eldest son of Mama Ilmaya and Mr. Gilberth is a workaholic. As long as I worked here, I never even met her.

Indeed, according to Buk De Yanti, Young Master lives in his own apartment located not far from this house. So Young Master rarely stays in this house.

I don't pay much attention to the Young Master that is often talked about. I just want to avoid it if I meet her later.

The chat Arline and Mama Ilmaya who often like to make a fool of me with the man, made me worry first to meet him.

Actually, I was also surprised, why there was not a single photo of the eldest son of Mama Ilmaya in this house. But according to Mr. Kiman, Young Master once ran away from home and had a big fight with Mr. Gilberth. So all his photographs were burned by Mr. Gilberth.

It was only about half a year ago that Young Master returned home, when Mr. Gilberth suffered a stroke. But the Young Master still chose to live alone in his apartment.

"Hey, La! You never wondered what my sister was like?" Arline asked suddenly as we walked towards the outside of the house.

The party was deliberately held outside the house with the theme of the gardening party. The courtyard of the house that is quite spacious it has been decorated with a variety of flower decorations and lights that are countless.

"No! No interest at all. I want to be single for a few more years!" Sahut me with a indifferent tone.

"Yes. You are almost 26 years old, right, La? Not afraid to be a spinster if you wait a few more years?" Cerocos Arline without filtered.

"Yey! You're single yourself, Lin. Why also make me pump up to get married quickly? You used to be a marriage spree. Just me.."

"Eh, so are you waiting for me, La? Look out, really! I remember what you said, La! I want a fiance next week, so.."

I'm appalled.

"You're engaged?" Ask me to make sure.

"Yes. Last night, my boss shot me. So later if I'm fiancee, you want a fiancee too?!" Arline asked for my appointment.

"Well congratulations, Lin! I'm following you happy!" I just hugged Arline.

After that, I continued to push back my wheelchair Oma towards the outside of the house.

"Laila, do you want a fiance after me?!" Arline still takes appointments.

Feeling cornered, I could only nod my head.

"Yes.iya.."

But, as soon as we walked out of the house, in a whisper I spoke to Arline's ear.

"A betrothed to myself huh, Lin! Hihihi!!"

I also ran away from Arline who was angry.

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