Love is Noiseless
Chapter 3
Layla pushes Bayu's body with all her strength, “Don't think no, Mas!”
Bayu was pushed one step back, he smiled faintly at Layla's rejection. “Why, La? We love each other, what's wrong with us loving us? don't you believe the same that I'm going to marry you?”
“Enough, Mas!” Layla's eyes were fiery seeing her lover, “don't make me hate you or make my love for you wear off because of this attitude of yours. I am a woman, please cherish my honor and dignity as a woman, Mas.”
Bayu growled with annoyance at Layla's refusal, his desire to touch the girl was already felt to the crown. But Layla is still kekeh keeping the values that have been taught to her since at the parlor.
“I need proof of your love, La. Do you not want to give it as proof, everywhere the woman gave it as proof of love to her lover.” Bayu looked into Layla's eyes with hope, trying to make peace with Layla in order to fulfill her desire.
“I'm ready to marry you, Mom. What more evidence do you need? Should I ask what is your proof of love for me? I ask to marry you, you refuse, so don't blame me for accepting another man who is better prepared than you.” Layla replied to Bayu's words in anger.
“Udah, La. You make you a badmood, tired of knowing not to face women kayak kau.” Bayu quickly leaves Layla in the kitchen. As soon as he left he brought a sense of disappointment in his heart. His desire that felt filled the crown he could not let go, making his feelings feel tormented with his condition at that time.
While Layla was glued to her feet, did she pick the wrong guy? Was Bayu the wrong choice for his future? But only that man had looked sincere all this time to her. While other men just make it a toy, cheat here and there, and worst of all, eat the results of his sweat to have fun with other women.
Their reasoning was almost the same as Bayu said, Layla was too colossal with the value she held. Values that have been largely ignored by young people and choose to indulge in unstoppable desires.
Layla took a deep breath, from her burning stove, the sound of boiling water was heard. He stood up and turned off the stove, then made a warm tea for himself. He had to calm himself for a moment about what had just happened.
Maybe Bayu will avoid it for a few days. It is also possible that they will have a cold war before their relationship improves. Sometimes Layla is tired enough to face such a cycle that is always spinning. Angry, quiet, cold war, then apologize and then get better. After that when there is another problem, the cycle turns again.
***
On a sunny Sunday, Layla continued her plans to visit her orphanage first. That afternoon, he played together with the children of the orphanage who had been like his own sisters. Layla accompanies the girls who play in the backyard. There are playing rubber bands, houses to play dolls that have been shabby because they are often contested.
Teenage children are more likely to help care workers work and supervise their younger siblings. Layla was busy clapping gave support for her younger siblings who were playing jumping rope with rubber bands. He hugged a girl who was not even 5 years old.
Every now and then Layla makes a sound in support of her sisters who jump between the rubber bands that spin around them. Sometimes he also holds the hand of the child he hugs and guides him clapping to support his brothers. Staring at the orphan who had to live in a parlour at such a small age, made Layla remember her past while in the orphanage. A poor boy, who doesn't know who his father and mother are, but is lucky to be cared for by a parlor attendant who treats him well.
Sometimes Layla thought about serving the home, but unfortunately, when her time at the home was up and she had to move, the home did not accept employees anymore. Layla asked to work without salary, but the foundation of the manager of the house rejected her. Forcing Layla to leave the place she loves so much and work hard against the world alone.
The atmosphere in the parlor can drive Layla's mind away from her problems with Bayu yesterday. A boy rubbed Layla's shoulder and made Layla turn to him. “What's up, deck?” Layla asked kindly to the orphanage boy who smiled at her.
“Say brother wants to see mother, he has come home, he also happens to want to meet with sister,” said the daughter.
Layla nodded slowly, “Still yes deck!” Layla then stood up and released the child she had been hugging. He warmed the cheek of the boy. “Snack to in a minute yes, deck. You play first with others,” said Layla full of softness.
The boy nodded slowly, he then stood up and ran after the children who played dolls. Layla laughs at the cute behavior of the child. Layla then walked slowly towards the home office. As he was about to climb the porch of the parlour, his phone rang. Lekas Layla picked it up without seeing the name that called her.
“Halo, good afternoon!” answer Layla.
“Tomorrow after you get home from work, I want to meet you, La.” Layla's eyes rounded in shock at Bayu's voice at the end of the call. “I want to talk seriously about our relationship,” continued Bayu.
“Ma—Mas Bayu,” said Layla with stamped.
“Yes, it's me. Yes already, I just want to tell you that, tomorrow I pick up to your office.” Bayu turned off the call.
Layla went into the office of the home, as soon as she approached the mother of the home with glasses who smiled at her presence. “Siang, Bu ...” Layla hugged her mother with warmth that had turned into longing.
“Siang, La. You're more beautiful now, son.” Praise the mother of the parlour to Layla.
“Mother can aja mujinya.” Layla smiled bitterly looking at the woman who used to be the most painstaking looking after her. Already like his own mother, and now has risen to the position of leader in the orphanage.
“Mother how are you? Layla hasn't been here in a long time. Looking at mom, getting younger now.”
Their laughter came off because of Layla's joke. “You are here at the table, La.” Mother Panti—Bu Irma pulled out a piece of paper. "You look tired, La. Any issues?" ma'am Irma looked at Layla's tired face.
"No, Mom, last night was a nightmare again. I can't sleep."
"Oh, fire again? you from small to dream about fire continues, La, until big dreams continue about fire," said Ms. Irma.
"No idea, Mom. I don't know why I've been dreaming about fire all the time. I dreamt I saw a fire burn a building to the point of scorching."
"You think too much about it, so the dream continues. Oh yeah, La, I've been wanting to see you for a long time, La. There's something important I need to talk to you about.”
Layla put on her ears well, Ms. Irma sounded serious talking to him. “What's Mom? Is there a problem Layla can help?”
Ms. Irma took her long breath for a moment, she looked at Layla's increasingly white and attractive face. “You know you work at Marc property, La. It has to do with your office.”
Layla's eyebrows shot up next to her, her forehead wrinkled, she looked at Ms. Irma in confusion. “What's the matter with my office, Mom?”
Ms. Irma fixed her glasses position for a moment. “Our foundation owners have debts to the Bank, La. One of the assets he mortgaged was this home. And now the owner of the foundation has no money to pay the debt.”
“I mean this orphanage mother will belong to the bank?” Layla asked with an irregular roar of breath. The news hit his heart. This place is the most historic place in his life.
“Bank has auctioned this home certificate, La. And the company you work for wins it. They want to build a luxury apartment on the land of this home.” Ms. Irma continued to explain.
Layla has trouble swallowing her saliva, is she now part of the people who will destroy the parlour?
“There are 67 orphans, La. I don't know where to move it, I've tried to contact some other parlors. But they refuse to accept so many children, children also do not want to be separated if they have to go from here.”
Layla took a deep breath to relieve her feeling of tightness. He raised his head firmly to return Miss Irma's gaze to him.
“A few days ago, Mr. Dinan came here, he really liked this land as one of their next businesses. He asked us to vacate the home within 2 weeks, La. Mom is really confused with the current state of affairs.”
“La—lalu Layla can help what, Bu?” ask Layla who hopes to help her.
“Can you persuade Mr. Dinan to cancel his plan, La. If you can, I hope he will give the certificate to us for free. Count alms from him.” continued Ms. Irma.
Layla was glued, hearing Dinan's name alone had made her romance stand. He was the heir to Marc property, famously firmly in office. His attitude was cold and merciless with a mistake.If he met the man, it could end his career later. But he can what? He did not have the money to buy such a large parlour land. Persuading Dinan? It was definitely not an option, that second he spoke to Dinan, that second he was fired.
“Where, La? Can you help mom?” ms. Irma asked Layla expectantly.
