BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 11
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 11...
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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 ....
From my closeness to Della, another man began to approach. It was Andre. A pretty odd friendship. Where Andre's attitude looks ordinary, not so with Della. I thought, that girl is like harboring another taste and hope towards that man. Behind the nature of 'jaim' and often shows hostility, there are seeds of love that dwell in his heart. Eye bias is difficult to lie, even though oral says no. Unfortunately, the signals were not able to be translated Andre. He was trying to touch my ice.
Now the key to the problem is within my grasp. Accepting Andre's presence at the risk of injuring Della, or surviving in solitude but suffering hides this feeling in Bram. Both options would obviously make the girl angry. He won't let any woman get close to his papa. Also see a loved one falling into the arms of his own best friend. While Bram, I think, has the same feeling. The hallucinations? Ah, the treatment of men with hairy chest is not feasible if it is referred to as the relationship between the father and the adopted child. The kid? Yeah, like Della said a while back. That teasing blink of an eye was one response to the rejection of Bram's sincerity of 'adopting' me. I wanted to ask him, but I didn't dare. Wh-wh-what for?
Damnit damnit! It's all so fucked up like this. One way I have to get away from both of their lives, Bram and Della. Go back to the boarding place and live life in solitude.
"City .... " One voice breaks my daydream.
"Np .... " I call that name so turning over. Find the male figure that always makes this chest rumble. He's standing right behind me.
"Why are you doing these nights on the porch?" Bram looked around. Maybe I was making sure I was alone there.
I smile. Subjugating face. Didn't want Bram to notice the look on my grim face. "It's okay, Om. Just want to be alone. I can't sleep" I replied.
He was standing right next to me. Only able to pass through his shoulders while lined up like this. Really high and have to raise your head if you want to face each other. Especially more than that.
Yeah, God! What kind of thoughts are in the head of these nights. Why is that and always? Is there nothing else?
"Suddenly I woke up, went out of the room, and saw the front door of the house open. I think there's a thief or a robber. Turns out the thief was you, Lya," said Bram slowly.
Me? It's not like Bram used that word. 'I' or 'Om' who she likes to wear when talking to me. Now then? Why so?
"I mean, Om?" I was curious about the word 'thief' that Bram said to me just now.
The man smiled. That's what I saw when I dared to look. Just momentary. But the result .... The entire blood flow in the body instantly heats up.
"You are the thief of this house, Lya," Bram replied still I do not understand.
"Alya doesn't understand what Om means."
"Della ... my daughter," said Bram at last. It disappointed me a little bit to hear that answer. "Your presence in this house, I see has made her happy."
"Like that, huh, Om?" I swallowed spit. Bitterer.
Jemari Bram squeezed the flesh of my shoulder. Hopefully not to make this leg defense collapse. The blood started to move up the head.
"She's my only daughter. Long ago left my wife's house. Since then, Della has rarely wanted to play and hang out with her peers. I was the only one he considered a friend, on the side as a papah. It went on until he grew up like he is today" Bram said, closing his body to me. Uh, just hang on and eling, Alya! "But since you have been around, his attention to me has somewhat diminished. On the other hand I feel very happy, Lya. But I'm also .. jealous."
Suddenly I want to look. Look up. Looked at the man's face close. "I mean, Om?" Again, I don't understand the last Bram word.
"Yes, I'm jealous because you stole Della's heart. She's very dear to you, Lya." Bram's breath hit my face. Warm and appetizing. Yeah, God! That lagikah? "That never happened to Della. He was very protective of all the women around me. He didn't want any other woman to take me from his side. Even against Bi Mamas himself. You know, don't you, who's Bi Mamas?"
I'm nodding. I don't want this eye out of his eyeball. Opportunity. While there and near. Rarely, right? Or will it never happen again?
"Della likes you a lot. He wants you to always be here with us. Until anytime, Lya," continued Bram said.
"Thank you for the kindness of Om and Della all this time. Alya is very lucky to be close to people as good as Om and Della" I stammered. Bram's finger movements on the shoulder change to a subtle touch. I try as much as I can to stay afloat.
Bram smile. Suddenly the fingers of his other hand swung to touch my chin. "You're beautiful, Lya. Smart, diligent, kind and .... "
My heart is beating fast. Expect not to ambrol break the ribs and ravage the chest contents. It's totally beyond belief. The touch ... instantly made the face heat up. Stinging to boil the sweat point that began to infiltrate my armpits. Thankfully, I did not use powder. Worrying later will be processed BURKET.
" ... and what, Om?" I suddenly wanted to close my eyes. Wishing the man's breath to come closer and closer.
A little while Bram noticed my eyeballs. "It's okay, Lya. I just .... "
"What's all, Om?" insist curious. Want to immediately complete this chat until it continues on other episodes.
"No. It's okay."
A lie! The eyes said there was something else he was hiding. Also his jakun who went down when he looked at me. Bram is not honest.
"Om ... " call me slowly.
"Hhhhhhh."
Suddenly I wanted to ask. Courage that just appears on the verge of the defense of the body is increasingly weakened. "Is this Alya really considered to be his own biological child for Om Bram?"
...CONNECT ...
