I'm Not a Wild Grass

Meet Kiyano Again (POV Laila)

"Laila? You why? Oho! Yoga!"

Deg. Deg.

Ba dump's. Ba dump's.

The voice of the man who called my name was very familiar to me. The voice belonged to Kiyano.

I'm in no hurry to turn around. My body now feels stiff and unable to reverse itself.

It's been a long time since I met Kiyano. Even so, I can still clearly remember the appearance of my former lover.

"How are you, Yoga? Long time no see. Don't tell me you forgot about me!" Kiyano's words sounded closer and closer.

"Where biss forgot my best friend at Pancawarna High School, Kiyano. Thank God I am good. How are you saying Kiy? Healthy?"

Kiyano was standing very close to me. Just within reach of the hand I could be directly in the arms of the man. Butno. I no longer have the right to do that. Because Kiyano has returned to Bella, now..

I didn't exactly hear the conversation between the two men near me. From the appearance of Kiyano earlier, it was as if I had turned into a lifeless statue.

I couldn't even lift my eyes to the side. The place where Kiyano is now standing so close to me. I could also faintly smell the scent of the young man's distinctive perfume. A scent that reminds me of the mint and the treefields on the mountain top I once climbed, long ago.

'Duh! Focus, La! Focus up! Assume you do not know him.assume you do not know!' I tried to suggest to myself in order to normalize the pounding of taste that was beating my heart now.

But unfortunately, what I heard and did by Kiyano in the next second had disperse the results of my suggestion to myself. This is what Kiyano's conversation with Pakpol which turned out to be called Yoga.

"You know this mother, Kiy?" Ask Pakpol to Kiyano.

A second later, Kiyano's hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled it slightly to get it to her shoulder.

Ba dump's. Ba dump's.

"He's this.."

I quickly broke away.

Ba dump's. Ba dump's.

'Damn the conch, uh, this Kiyano! Also try to hold my shoulder. We broke up a long time ago!' I riled without a sound.

And I immediately raised an angry look at Kiyano. The next second I was very surprised by what I saw. Because I see it, Kiyano looks so skinny. Much thinner than the last time we met in this place.

Kiyano caught my sight. And he seemed to understand what I was thinking. His eyes tried to run away from my gaze. And he again noticed his friend, the Pakpol named Yoga.

"He's my friend" Kiyano said at the end.

Deg. Deg.

I'm stunned. Somehow my mind feels claustrophobic when I hear Koyano's recognition of my status for him.

Buddies. I was just a friend to him. A friend who has been forgotten may, rather..

"Oh.."

"What's wrong, Yo?" Ask Kiyano again.

"This. He does not wear a helmet and speed too fast" said the Pakpol.

"What's? He can go up.." Kiyano stopped his words.

And it looks like he's seen my Merry's whereabouts. Because then he turned to look at me and ask.

"Since when have you been able to ride a bike, La?"

Boldly, I answered her question indifferently.

"It doesn't have anything to do with you."

"..."

"..."

For a moment, the atmosphere of the night was quite quiet, increasingly cold. The police officer then suddenly commented.

"Are you guys lovers coming back, huh?"

Meanwhile, in the same second as me, Kiyano also said, "Well, you could say so.."

"..."

"..."

And the mood was quiet again.

"Well, if so, I'll go first. You guys talk first. Bye, Kiy! Contact my old number later. We'll have coffee together sometime!"

Kiyano nodded once and said "Ok, Bro!"

Meanwhile, I hurried back to try to prevent the Pakpol from leaving.

"Eh, Sir! Don't go yet! My STNK same ID dong, sir!" I returned to the Pakpol Yoga.

"Laila's ID you hold, Yo?" Kiyano asked beside me.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Hey, Bro. As a friend, may I ask for help to Lo.." said Kiyano later.

I can guess the direction of this conversation. Looks like Kiyano is about to persuade Sang Pakpol to give back my ID card and STNK. So I decided to be a listening team. Yet..

"Sorry, Kiy. I can't help you this time. Lo's girl still has to take care of her violation hearing to the office on Monday. Or pay a fine of 250 thousand," said the Pakpol Yoga.

"Judek. Gini is. I'll pay here the fine. It's a pity for my girls." said Kiyano who I just cut.

"I'm not your girl, Kiy!" My hard drive was then not considered by the two men.

The two continued their conversation.

"Where, Yo? Please help me.. You don't pity me. Or Lo also forget yes the same time in front of the Gambyong market first.."

"OKAY. Okay. I'll help you this once. Damn it, Lo, Kiy. Wear the ngancem event all over again. No fun Lo ah! This is Ma'am, KtP's the same STNK!" Said Pakpol while handing back my ID card.

I just want sumringah. And thanked Pakpol many times. But the words of the next Pakpol make me keki instantly.

"Don't go to me, Ma'am thank you. To Kiyano. I'm sorry about him. The name of the relationship must be a problem," Pakpol Yoga said.

"But we are not.."

"If I say yes, Kiy. You have a credit to me!" The Pakpol told Kiyano.

"Ok, Bro! I'll contact you again."

And the Pakpol finally passed away with his service car. Leaving me alone with Kiyano in the same place.

***

"La, I..."

I don't mind Kiyano. As soon as I saw Pakpol leave, I immediately moved back on my Merry.

I turned the engine on, but I couldn't move forward because Kiyano was standing right in front of me.

"Surge!"

"Can we talk first, La? please..?" please Kiyano.

"I'm sleepy. Don't know what time it is?" I look at the watch on my arm.

"Udah's eleven o'clock. Sleep time. I'm tired of working all day. So please yeah, move!" throw me out without looking directly into Kiyano's eyes.

And slowly, Kiyano walked aside.

"OKAY. Then we'll talk tomorrow, La. You're off tomorrow, right?"

I didn't answer Kiyano's question. I immediately gasped the Merry and passed away leaving the young man who still left pain every time I looked at his face.

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