Thorny Love

*Bab 21

Laila got up while writhing. He smiled when he looked around. He woke up with a cheerful face.

"It turns out, last night was a reality. I didn't dream it was" Laila said with a smile.

"But where is Rama?" laila asked again while looking around the room.

"Ah, stop. No need to think about where Rama is. I'm sure he must be outside. Now, the more important thing is, I have to enjoy all this. Enjoy the luxury I got in this house," said Laila with a happy smile.

He saw a huge closet. Then he opened the closet. How shocked Laila was when she saw the contents of the closet she opened just now.

"Wuah, this is Zia's closet. There are so many clothes in this closet. Where the clothes are on good all over again," said Laila while looking at the contents of the closet in amazement.

Laila picked up one of the most attractive clothes in her eyes. He took the shirt in front of the mirror. Put that shirt on her body.

"Duh, I'm beautiful. I think this dress was made for me. Hm .... "

Laila thought of something. He took the shirt to the bathroom. While smiling happily, he closed the bathroom door.

When Rama entered the room, Laila was still in the bathroom. Knowing that Laila was in the bathroom, Rama did not call her. He was busy looking for the tie he wanted to wear in his closet.

"Search for what, Mas?" laila asked as she walked over with a towel in her hand.

"Browse .... " Rama hung up his words when he saw Laila who was wearing Zia's clothes.

"Why, mas? Is something weird?" laila asked as if she did nothing wrong.

"You, why are you wearing this shirt?" rama asked with a dislike face.

"Why, Mas? Do I not deserve to wear clothes like this? Is it just that Zia's mom who deserves to wear this good outfit?"

"No, not that, Laila. I'm not saying you don't deserve to wear that shirt. You fit in this kind of clothes. But, this is Zia's shirt."

"Why would his clothes look like Zia's, Mas? Is there something wrong with me borrowing his shirt? My body with Zia's body is the same. Yes, even though we're a little different in age."

"It's not Laila. I don't like you wearing Ziana's clothes."

"Why, Mom! You don't like me borrowing Zia's shirt because you still love her! You think he's the only one who's fit to wear a shirt like this?" asked Laila in a high tone.

"La, it's not that."

"Enough, mas. I know who I am. I am just a country girl who is not fit to wear clothes as good as the one Zia wears. I .... "

"Laila-Laila, I didn't say that. You need to calm down. You fit in this shirt. In fact, you are suitable to wear any clothes," said Rama trying to calm Laila by holding both shoulders Laila, also looking into Laila's eyes with a feeling of love.

"You're lying, Mas," said Laila, beginning to calm down.

"Sir, La. I'm not lying."

"Then, why do you seem to dislike me wearing this shirt."

"This is Zia's shirt. I don't like you wearing Zia's clothes because I can still buy better clothes than Zia's clothes for you."

"Yes. You are free to buy clothes as good as you like. You're free to shop at all costs, Laila. Wait a minute," said Rama as he pulled out his wallet from his pants pocket.

"It." Rama handed Laila an ATM card.

"What is this, Mom?" ask Laila while taking the card.

"It's ATM. You can use this card when you want to shop whatever you want."

"Thank you very much, Rama. I love you as well. Once again, thank you very much" said Laila as she poured into Rama's arms her happy crotch.

"Yes, equally. You can shop if you're bored at home."

"Yes mas. But .... "

"But what, Laila?" rama asked, looking at Laila's face.

"But I don't want to shop alone, Mom. It's not good to shop alone. You accompany me, yes," said Laila, smiling expectantly.

"I'm busy, Laila. If you want to be accompanied when shopping, take your mom with you. Mama will want to shop. After all, you're both girls. It would be nice to be friends with a girl."

"Yes, that's it. I'll ask you later" said Laila turned moody in disappointment.

"Hey, don't be disappointed like that. I'll keep you company if I'm not busy, okay."

"Yes. I'm not disappointed, ma'am."

"Yes already. Now, we're out, keep on breakfast. I don't have much time left, the day is getting higher" Rama said, looking at the watch in his hand.

"Well, come on!"

Laila struggled spoiled in Rama's arm while walking out of the room. They walked to the dining table. There, Bik Imah is preparing breakfast for the residents of the house.

When he saw Laila who came wearing Zia's clothes. Bik Imah is not happy. He could not help his lips not to rebuke what he saw.

"The young lady is wearing Zia's clothes" said Imah with a sharp look.

Hearing what Imah said, Laila felt very upset. A servant dared to rebuke what he was doing. But, his annoyance and anger that he held for his good name in front of Rama.

"Mas." Laila looked at Rama asking Rama to defend him. He put on a sad and scared face while pulling Rama's clothes.

"Bik Cima don't have to interfere in my household affairs. The task of bik Imah is only to serve us, not to interfere with our personal lives," Rama said berating bik Imah.

"But Lord Rama, that's Zia's favorite dress. What if Madame Zia gets angry if she finds out that her favorite dress is worn by a young mistress?"

"Bik Cimah, enough! Didn't aunt hear what I said? Don't interfere if your aunt still wants to work here" Rama said.

Bik Imah shock not a bitch. His head suddenly shrieked and he was downcast afraid and sad.

"Ma-sorry Lord Rama. Forgive me," said bik Imah with a wave.