BUCIN (Need Love)

Part 1

...B U C I N...

...(.(.Need Love)...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 1...

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I woke up early in the morning. Busy packed the entire house, then plunge into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Just before six o'clock, everything was in order. Food served with a seductive aroma behind the hood. At that moment, the door opened slowly. Om Bram must have just woken up and walked out of his bedroom. When I passed the dining room, I deliberately hid behind the kitchen barrier. Take a peek until the male figure disappears behind the bathroom door.

Good thing, he didn't get into the kitchen to get drinking water. This is usually the first time you wake up. Sip a glass of water, then rush a shower. Fortunately, this time it was not. So I can just finish the rest of the job without anyone knowing. Om Bram and also Della, his son, as well as a friend who is always together at all times.

A cup of coffee mixed with milk powder, with a little added sugar. Om Bram's favorite drink ahead of his departure to work. Papah Della's favorite herb, my observations over the past few weeks.

"Alya .... " That voice suddenly struck my concentration as it stirred up the contents of the cup to offer Om Bram.

"Oh my God!" My heart is beating fast. Shocked is not a bitch. "Omm?" The man was standing right behind me.

"What are you doing so early?" ask him with the condition still bare chest. Just wrapped in a towel wrapped around the stomach until it almost touched the knee. I had a glimpse of the lush feathers that adorned almost half of his front body. Complete with the aroma of soap that sticks to melenakan this mind.

"Om surprised Alya aja, deh, ah," I cried while throwing a look at the coffee cup. Slowly stir again with a trembling finger.

"Do you like to eat coffee too?" There was a little bit of weirdness and a little bit of his breath was blowing down my neck. Warm and so fragrant it touches up to the pores.

"No, Om. This is Alya doing it for Om," I said, flipping over with the cup in hand, then handing it to Om Bram. "Try, Om. Sorry, if it doesn't feel right with Om's favorite."

"Seriously?" asked the man, who was about 175 centimeters tall, in disbelief. He looked at me with a surprised look.

"It's a true .., Om," I replied after the coffee cup changed hands.

"Try it, will you?" He sipped it little by little. It was then that I returned to steal a glance, staring at the wadded arm muscle mass beautifully raised. It still looks toned at an age that is already over four heads. White well maintained though long untouched his wife's fingers, left dead when Della was ten years old. Survive in solitude for the happiness of girls. Not because no one wants to. Om Bram himself decided not to go to the household first, until Della grew up.

There was no way that a woman would be interested in that man. Armed with a flamboyant face and a thick layer of fine bewok, it feels like he can still get the figure of a much younger wife. Like me ....

"Eh, why, Om?" I was surprised for the second time as Om Bram's arm was wagging right in front of his face.

"Kok, even daydreaming?" ask him while looking at his stomach. Precisely at the end of my view when daydreaming earlier. "Della's not awake yet?"

"He's in his room, Om. Probably still sleeping" I replied, turning my eyes the other way, with suddenly hot skin.

"Yes, already. Om go upstairs first, huh? Wake up Della," said the man after sipping the contents of the cup I gave him.

As soon as I prevent, "No need, Om. Let Alya wake up." I rushed to Della's room upstairs. At once want to immediately hide the increasingly stinging face. "Kalo Om wants breakfast, it's Alya prepared on the table."

Om Bram gawking. "You cook too, Alya?"

Arriving at the door of Della's room, I slumped slowly while calling her name. "Dell! Awake, Del! It's morning!"

Silence for a moment until then the door knob room turned from the inside. The girl looked disheveled with disheveled hair. "What time, anyway?"

"What time, anyway? It's noon, Non. We have matkul at eight today," I chuckled to see Della's condition. "Face wash, gih. We'll have breakfast with you."

"Breakfast?" della asked in surprise as she rubbed her eyes. "This morning you've bought some food, huh?"

"Gue cook, Cuy!" reply relax.

"Cooking? It's not your fault?" Della still can't believe it. His lips until followed by a few inches.

I laugh. "Yes. That's why the drops. My cooking results. Yuk, uh."

"Yes God! What a miracle, yes, today in my house?" seloroh Della followed the pull of my finger.

"Don't mock, deh. I can cook too. Elo's mother?" my timpals don't want to lose.

In the dining room Om Bram was enjoying breakfast. He changed his clothes, apparently. Wearing a dapper, neat, and hair style that is combed backwards complete with the shine of the oil. Ah, that man, I said in my heart. But baby, this breakfast event will not be colored by other beautiful scenery. Chest feathers and muscle clots like that in the kitchen.

"Seriously you're cooking, Lya? How can it be, Cuy?" Della still can't believe it.

"Udah, don't comment too much. We enjoy what is in front of us right now. Okay, Del?" I thrust an empty plate towards Della.

"It feels good, you know, Del. Turns ... Alya's a cook, too, huh?" Om Bram spoke while looking at me. Marveled.

"Ah, Om can. It's also the net cheating, Om," I replied with a sense of uncertainty. Hopefully the look of this face does not heat up like before.

"Ups, sorry, Pah. Forgot to say .. good morning," Della interjected.

"Morning too, dear," replied Om Bram. "Eat. Still angets."

Della tucked a little of my stuff. Following his expanding smile. "Enak too, Cuy," praised the girl accompanied by a nod several times.

"This morning Alya also made Papah's favorite coffee, you know, Del. It feels right and steady," said Om Bram later. It made my heart tremble more and more.

"O, huh? Seriously?" della asked in her crisp voice. "Every day I think gini. So economical, dong, do not need to buy food to the front shop. Haha."

"Rel .... " Om Bram.

Della's haste stopped her laughter. "Sorry, Cuy. Just kidding."

I smile. "It's okay, really, Om, Del. Alya Seneng can really help here. All the favor Om gave, allowing Alya to stay here."

...SERIATE...