BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 10
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 10...
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GECK! GECK! GECK!
"Della, open the door, dong."
Long time no answer. Repeat, "Della. I want to sleep in your room, Del."
Before long the door opened. "Ngapain, anyway, lu? Malem-malem noisy!"
"I want to sleep with you. In your room," I whined as I rubbed the head that had clashed with the wall.
Della looked at my head. "What's in your room? So it's the head, why is it also rubbed? Ngigo's elu?"
I thought for a moment. "I had a nightmare. My head is up to a shock. I'm scared, Del."
"Hhmmm .. is it just a dream?" Della sneers. "Whether there's a hairy prince in your room?"
"Fairy prince?" I'm rattled. I don't think he meant his papa. That means Della's already kissing gagat I like ....
"I mean .. genderuwo, Cuy! Ahaha!" Della answered with her laugh.
Ah, thank goodness. Not what I expected. Still safe!
"Basic you!"
"Yes, already. Come inside. Mollor."
"Yes, Del."
I entered Della's room with relief. I was worried about his words. Or will he know about my feelings for Om Bram one day? Dangerous!
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Dilematis .. that is the most appropriate word to draw the current condition of my heart. Falling deeply in love with a male figure. Either because of his physical or his attitude all this time? I'm confused myself. At a young age and have never had a serious relationship with any man, this feeling suddenly burst so close to him. Bramanditya. A man of over forty years of age with all his aura and charm. Be able to make the eyes blind and eliminate sanity instantly. Sounds weird and unusual. But that's what happened.
Could it be because I have not felt the warmth of a father for a long time? So sad that it can not be forgotten until now. Losing a role model figure at a time when this body is still growing. Longest stiff and cold without being able to say goodbye or hug tightly for the last time. I just cried and cried in the wake of Mbok. The elderly woman who also followed the departure of the Father shortly before the announcement of my high school graduation.
The aroma of warm and so soothing feels sticky when you know Om Bram. It fills almost every cavity of the heart that is long untouched. Along with the turmoil of maturity that increasingly makes me need will be the presence of a dream man. I don't know, this choice fell on him. Not Andre the man of European blood, nor Ryan, the young man of my age who once made me almost lose my chastity.
"Sorry, Alya. I don't want to ruin your life and my life. Our future," Ryan said as he took off his crib on my body that was almost plain.
"Ryan ... " call me slowly. Protesting the young man's treatment puffed up a hug. "Do as you please. I .... "
"No, Lya. I'm sorry, I can't" Ryan said.
"Ryan .... " I tried to pull his body closer, but he refused.
The young man threw a bottle of drink at the edge of the bed, then said, "All because of this curse drink! I don't intend to fuck you, Lya. I was just trying to prove the effects of a drug given by one of my friends." Ryan snorted loudly. "My target isn't really you, Lya. But ... Ratna!"
"I don't care what you're talking about, Ryan," I said, still pulling his body. "I just want you."
Ryan pushed my body back to the point of falling on the bed. "No, Lya. I'm sorry."
"Come, Ryan. I can't stand it."
I have to accept the young man's rejection. This brain is hard to control. My femininity is getting stronger. Forgetting the shame that is supposed to protect chastity and muruah. It all happened after a few moments of sipping Ryan's drink. Slowly but surely, anxiety engulfs desire. Expect her fingers and lips to continue down this sensitive area of the body.
"Replace your clothes, Lya. I don't want what we're doing to be known to Ms. Bariah. The owner of my rented house." Ryan handed me a shirt that had missed earlier. He got up while pulling back his pants that had sagged to the knee. Then rushed to get a glass of mineral water to drink. "Come, I'll take you home until your contract. Mumpy not yet morning."
Half-conscious, I obeyed Ryan's request. The mind was chaotic and still under the influence of the medicine he was referring to.
"Ryan .... " I hugged the young man as he was about to help me stand up. "I want to .... "
"Alright, Lyah. Come on, let's go home" Ryan brusquely brushed aside my arms.
Fucking men! Not know yourself! He forced me to drink mineral water in that bottle. Now it is as if not guilty to let the turmoil of this desire stomp strong. Or maybe he's not normal?
"Between we never had any relationship, Lya. We're just regular friends. Besides ... I don't have any taste for you. I'm sorry, yes," Ryan said after arriving to take me to the boarding door, using his motorcycle. "I'm going home, yeah, Lya."
The young man gasped as soon as I entered the room. Lying on a mattress with the rest of a strange feeling caressing each joint. So long for the soft touches along the curves of my body. Only able to hug the bolster tightly, until drowsiness came ambushing.
After that incident, Ryan seemed to try to avoid every time he wanted to cross paths with me. There are only reasons that are stated if asked to speak with four eyes. Until then, we never again say hello. Everything came back as it was. Silence like never meeting each other at all. Disappointed? Actuallyno. After all, I didn't put any feelings on him before. Just furious because he had touched some of this body for free.
My days were spent restless and uninspired. That is why, more at home living in the library than mingling with other college friends. Besides for reasons of economic efficiency, also because it wants to return to the initial intention to really learn for the future. That's where I met Della. Beautiful girl in white, rich man's son, but closed off from the association. No close friend or lover has ever been seen. Weird ....
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