I'm Not a Wild Grass

Free Spots (POV Laila)

I came home from work by Maghrib time. The experience of my first day made my whole body feel like it was falling out. Because almost all day I roamed up and down from the first floor to the other.

In addition to the task of cleaning and tidying up, I also helped deliver letters and files from one employee on the first floor to employees on the other floor. I also learned how to photocopy from Erlan, when there are employees who ask for help to multiply the file sheet that will be used for the meeting presentation.

Although I was tired, I felt quite happy working in this new place. Because I have good friends, patience and attention.

Just look at Nindi who helped me many times to overcome some of the problems I faced today. Also Erlan who helped me about the photo coffee file. And Mas Idam who bought me lunch, when I did not have time to buy it myself.

Some of my other friends are also good because they always greet me or help me carry things that look heavy. With the exception of Gina, my real office girl partner, I'm happy with all my new friends.

I came home almost last. When I say goodbye, there are only Mas Idham and Azhar in the OB room.

Fifteen minutes before Maghrib, I just came out of the office building area where I work. While I had to walk first along the 500 meters before finally reaching the big road, where I rode the angkot to go home.

When passing the road between the office building and the big road, the atmosphere seemed very quiet. Indeed in this area there are only high buildings where warehouses and some small offices. Most of the employees who came home were on motorcycles.

Sadly I don't have a bike, because I have to walk alone at the end of this afternoon.

My body feels so tired. I imagine soaking in warm water after I'm home. A fantasy that will only be a fantasy. Because I almost never indulge in a bath with warm water.

Cooking hot water for a bath is very rarely done by me and Mama. Because it will make the use of cooking gas more wasteful. Mama and I have to be careful in meeting the needs of our daily lives.

Understandably, the wages of Mama as a washing worker is not too big. Just enough to pay our rent and our daily meal expenses.

Because I was the one who could save the most when I was working. Although when working as a waitress in the store, my salary is not too big, I can save a little digital gold.

Digital gold is a gold investment that I can buy in installments through an app on my phone. I usually set aside a hundred thousand or as much as I can each month to invest in digital gold. Unmitigated. Secretly my digital gold has reached thirty grams now, starting from the beginning I worked about six years ago.

I got advice from Mira tea, to invest in this digital gold just like she did. Because that way I can save gold in a safe place because this gold storage code uses an email address whose password I often change periodically.

Only occasionally if I really need money only then the gold I sell according to the money I need. I did it just once when I needed money to treat my typhoid mom a few months ago.

Back to this moment. I was still walking down the deserted road towards the large road which was only about three hundred meters away.

Actually there is an intention in my heart to buy a motorbike so that I no longer bother riding a motorcycle or angkot. But I want to buy a new bike. I don't want to buy a motorcycle. Worried instead later the motor more often damaged than I can wear.

Waste again the cost of maintenance of the motor.

Unfortunately, somehow I feel reluctant to use my savings money which I think is not how much. Dear.. Want to wait for my savings above 50 grams first I bought a motor cash.

"Tin! Tin!"

The sound of a motor horn makes me jump in shock. As soon as I get my face to the side, it turns out there is Kak Erlan who stopped the speed of his motor suddenly near me. I pulled over and stopped.

"Back the walk, La?" Sapa Erlan's.

I observed Erlan's appearance that I could barely recognize in a black leather jacket, racing helmet and the big motorbike he was riding. I can't relate that cool figure in front of me to my colleague Erlan, the OB.

Only his voice allowed me to recognize that he was Erlan, who had taught me to use a coffee machine until I was proficient.

"Yee! Asked even dumb! You're back on foot? Is your house close to here?" Ask Erlan back.

I gave Erlan a typical horse grin from me before I finally answered her question earlier.

"My house is in Blambangan, Lan! I'm looking at your appearance. Do not realize that the kece guy who rode moge tuh you," praise me ceplos ceplos.

Erlan seemed silent for a moment, before finally coming back.

"Faraway is on foot!" Erlan ignored my praise earlier. And I don't mind it. Some people are uncomfortable with compliments.

"It's not a walk home, Lan! Could throw my leg! At most on the big road I rode an angkot. If the angkot ride will be at least ten minutes doang,"

"You don't have a motor, do you? Or is your bike broken?" ask Erlan again.

"My motor is still at the dealership. Why indeed? Will you bring me home?" Ask me boldly.

"No ah. My house turned right about her. Mostly I take it with me until the big road is okay? I was right today! Come aboard!" Kill Erlan refuted my words.

"Well.thank you Lan. That's pretty good too. Every day just talk to me! So I didn't cape on foot. It's pretty good that my calves walk forward every day. Could stretch like an elephant's foot!" Excite me while riding Erlan's motorbike.

"You are yes. There is no shame in asking to be delivered every day. You're ashamed that you actually still exist, right? This morning too! Very much you La give mercy to your fart to me. What's my fault for trying?" Seloroh Erlan joked.

Erlan motor is a moge motor. Because of his sitting position Erlan was a bit down. And inevitably, I also followed her down because I had to hold on to Erlan's waist for my own safety.

Actually I'm not comfortable with my position riding this big bike. But whatever the power, my windfall might indeed be riding this bike. Aji Mumpung gets a free ride. That's good, to reduce the risk of calf accidents.

"Hahaha. sorry Lan. I'm release. You are also ngundang-ngundang. Tell me I'm curious to know the smell of my fart. My stomach was instantly bloated and muntab instantly," I defended myself.

"Damn! You're not a girl, is it La? Jaim dikit napa's. Time yes indiscriminately farting everywhere. You should be single. Any guy who wants to be the same fart girl as you!" Ledek Erlan with a relaxed tone.

I pinched Erlan's waist pretty tight. Makes him a little bit smirk riding his bike.

"Laila! Don't play pinches ah! Amused!" Reprove Erlan while looking once back, towards me.

"Then don't bother me, Lan! I'm obviously a sweet gini. Yesterday you still need it again I'm a girl. Your eyes minus a hundred huh? Or the flickering money, huh?!" My omel with a relaxed tone anyway.

"Ngeledek also about my combo. Know where you are if I'm single? I have a stock of guys in my closet!" I said back to defending myself.

"Buset.. why are you nyetokin guy in the closet? There's no real job! But you're single, right?.." Sahut Erlan back teasing.

I'm silent for a moment. Between wanting to shut up and admit that the stock of men in the closet I mean is a variety of men's size sweaters that I deliberately collect. Because I'm happy with the big sweater.

After I think carefully, it seems that there is no benefit if I claim to be honest about the condition of incombility and the status of the men in my closet. Because I also distracted my attention.

"Eh, it's over. I'm getting down here Lan. No anther to the house!" My original seloroh.

Erlan chuckled softly at my words earlier.

"Who wants anterin until home, Non. To ge eran really!"

Erlan stopped the motor. And I rushed down.

For a moment, Erlan seemed to want to say something. But it was like he had trouble saying it.

"Why, Lan? Want to ask for cipika cipiki? Don't just yet. Not yet clean about it. My mother said, can't two girls who are not muhrim hold each other and touch," next to me.

Erlan smiled again and ruffled my hair. He then turned the motor back on. And greet me for the last time before he passes away.

"Who asked for chips. Lha wong I want to ask for the same wages of ojek you. But seeing your face full of misery, I am so heartless. Yes, I'm first!" Pamit Erlan before moving away with his big motorbike.

"Fuck you, Lan!" Bump me with a smile.

And I also waited for the angkot that would take me home on the side of the road that was quite crowded was alone. Until then my attention was on a black civic car that drove past me.

To my annoyance, the civic car passed through a puddle of water that was right in front of me. As a result I splashed the puddle of water.

"Fucking car! There's no ethics! The road of speeding!" Bumpku while shouting the departure of civic cars that have traveled far.

I looked down at my white shirt, which was now dirty with mud and dirty water.

"Haahh.the holy address is many times this mah!" I muttered alone.

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