My ex-Ipar Candidate
CHAPTERS 128. About Layla
“No need, just accompany me to eat is enough,” replied Gian in the end.
Although his heart wanted something sweet that he could not accept from Radha, but not today. Radha's hand condition is the reason, even though the woman has repeatedly explained that she is not that bad, Gian still thinks differently.
“Yakin?”
“Hm, but later ,, Big Brother still wants to be here,” he replied while leaning his head on Radha's shoulder, what not to do, but Gian is as comfortable as it is with his current position.
“Do not move,” his word when Radha slightly moved from his seat, he did not have the slightest intention to pass from the place, but Gian was too excessive.
Staring at the book that Gian had read earlier, it looked used and maybe his age was old enough. He was not interested in reading it, not long ago it has evaporated several times. His drowsiness cannot be conditioned.
And it did not take long for him, silence Gian who did not invite him to talk made Radha choose to sleep too. It feels like it needs to rest for a while, after the drama that made his skin burn.
On the other hand, right on the first floor, the woman was sitting leaning on the edge of the bed. The incident made him shocked, he shuddered in horror to imagine what if his employer did not come on time. Layla looked at her hand, it was a pity if it had to burn, she thought. His age is still fairly young, and almost the man he has always been his dream to make Layla's life wretched.
“I misstep like,” said Layla sighed slowly, realizing that she was too rash and that she was in danger herself.
“Or actually even less yes, hm the wound is still too small .. I should have done it more than that.”
He grabbed his phone on the nightstand, doing what he often did a long time ago. Looking at some photos of his young master that he often took secretly.
“He was so perfect in my eyes,” he said with a fluffy smile as if forgetting how Gian treated him a moment ago.
Being treated so well and Jelita giving him no Boundaries, even loving him like family makes Layla wish for more. Expectations naturally grow over time, since someone forced him to find a job at the age of 15.
Layla and Jelita meet destiny in a flower shop. Starting from his sincere intention to help Jelita lift her groceries, ended by recklessly expressing her intentions and purpose in this city.
[Flashback On]
“So my daughter wants?”
Jelita used to give the offer, but unfortunately because what she thought was a monthly salary for sure so that she could give half for her mother made Layla refuse in the end.
Raka, who at that time did not like his wife to force the will, finally gave up and accepted Layla as an assistant at his home to help Sri who was pregnant at that time.
With the monthly salary he received for sure but did not feel so depressed because Radha still treated him well. Not infrequently Jelita gives items whose price exceeds Layla's salary for a month.
Even Jelita gives the opportunity for Layla to complete her education until graduation from High School. Receive special facilities despite her status as a housekeeper, comfortable rooms and a job that is not so forced.
Until when he was 18 years old, his last year in High School. Layla feels different and always fast when looking at Gian. A handsome man who is always neat with his suit and shirt when working, and looks so handsome with casual clothes if only in the house it makes Layla more and more unbecoming.
Until that day happened, caught in the middle of photographing Gian secretly while in the reading room makes Layla can not dwell. Angry man who always kept quiet since the first in fact more dangerous, lucky Gian did not check his cell phone full, if not run out of him.
“You're presumptuous, Layla?”
“Sorry, Brother .. I_”
“Kakak? Try repeating your words, it looks like my ears have a problem.”
Gian did not like the call, since Jelita brought the child his heart was not so accepting. Because indeed he said Layla as a child without an origin who does not deserve special treatment.
“I remind you, who received you in this house only Mama, not with Papa let alone me, you realize your position is not?” Gian returned Layla's phone with a rough fit, almost falling over.
“Go, and don't even try to complain if you don't want your life to go bad, understand?!”
Layla nodded, for the first time she accepted the sentence as an expression of her anger. He did not expect that the man who was more silent never even invited him to talk was able to say such a sharp thing.
[Flashback Off]
And until now, at the age of 22 years, the feeling is still the same, even more crazy, even though to call her sister Layla is not allowed. The seven years he was in this family, living one roof with the man he liked remains a very thing Layla is grateful for.
But unfortunately, his mind was depressed and his soul seemed to be destroyed when he learned that Gian married suddenly at that time. His world seemed to be lost, even for one more week that Layla did just contemplate and cry at night. He was chaotic, especially so knowing that the woman who became Gian's wife was a high school child.
“Ck, what a shit my life.”
He ruffled his hair in frustration, now Layla is at her lowest point. Gian's second anger he received restores past trauma. Nsmun did not affect her feelings at all, being treated as badly as Layla would still be the same if it was about Gian.
Layla left after remembering her duties this afternoon she had not done. Dirty dishes must have asked to be cleaned immediately. Could die later if he fell asleep, where maybe he would let Jelita wash it, Layla could face Raka.
“It turns out that the maid is quite tiring,” he said as he stepped into the kitchen, stepping hurriedly hoping he came at the right time. Why was he so stupid, this kind of trivial thing could be forgotten, he thought fearfully afraid that someone else would take over his duties.
“Just relax don't run,” scold someone who is now standing in front of the refrigerator enjoying cold water while standing.
“What's your name? I forgot,” said Randy now turned his head after closing the refrigerator door, staring at Layla meticulously from top to toe.
Layla looked towards the man who was now talking. Randy, he knows very well his employer's sister is indeed an actor. Had met when he had just worked with Jelita, he did not expect the man would invite him to talk.
Seriate