BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 14

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 14...

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My body twitched. Shoot without being asked. Forcing this wishful thinking to give orders to the petals to clench. Surprised with a sensation that is very difficult to describe. Nay! I can't take it anymore. Feet weakened to the point of being unable to support the body's weight. Collapses are accompanied by slow whims throughout the course of time that begin to fade.

"Yes!" The call continues to echo. Pulling my consciousness between two dimensions. Real and maya. I don't know where to go. While the dark still blinds the net.

"Alya!" I looked for the origin of the voice. Focus on step in pitch, rest on palpation and taste. "Alya .... "

"Della?" Samar I recognize the owner of the voice. Like a friend who has been closest. Could it be him or just a mere hallucination trick?

"Wake, Alya!"

BUKS!

Ah, a clap about my face. Hard yet feels soft. From the aroma that had smelled, it smelled fabric softener. That must be ....

BUKS!

"Woy, wake!"

The sound of laughter soon followed, after. Hhmmm, slowly my tribe also raged. "Della ... You are, uh!" my bitch is still squeaking. Staring at the figure was sitting leaning on the edge of the bed, clutching a cell phone. Sometimes looking at me. "Udah morning! What time do you want to sleep?" ask the girl while rubbing the screen.

"What time is it?" I asked back. Rubbing eyes for a moment. The view still feels cloudy, blocked by dirt that sticks tight at the corner of the petals. The light from outside the window barged in blindly, from the wide-open curtains. "God! It's noon, huh, Del?"

Della grins. "Yes, that's why I woke up too" he said. The girl looked fresh. Wearing shorts and casual t-shirts, wrapping white leather. "There's still time for breakfast before we go to college."

"Lecture?" I forgot that today is not a weekend off. "Yes, God!"

"What?" Della glanced in shock.

"I ... ndak had time to make breakfast for Om Bram. Your father, Del." I rushed out of bed.

"Where are you going, Cuy?" della asked before she could lose my figure behind the door. "Take good. Especially?" answer slowly.

"She's been gone a long time, Cuy. Why do you cook?" Della's voice was heard again. "I was masakin. Your ration is on the table."

I turned the body. Staring at Della who still leaves her crybaby. "You cook, Del?"

"Yes. Why emang? Can't you?" She put the phone on the bed, then looked back at me a little strangely. "It's just fried rice, I'm good. Just calm. Hihih."

Wasn't it! That's not what I meant. But .. ah, shit! This morning the moment saw the figure of the man was wrapped in a towel, missed already. The dream was last night ....

"Om Bram ain't my nanyain, is he?" Suddenly I feel bad. Already live, even the ease of sleep until this bad luck.

Della frowning. "Who are you, Cuy? Why is my Papah nanyain you?"

"It doesn't mean it, Del. But .... "

Della sneered at the end of her lip line. "Yes. Papah was nanyain elu, 'Why not wake up yet' he said. Yes, I said, 'Si Alya again males meet Papah'. Hihih."

"Ih, evil you, Del," my spray continued to frown.

Ah, dammit! Della was the hardest to talk to. 'Who can really ndak, anyway, Del? Especially if you're talking about Bram. I don't want to be killed the most, you know!'

"Why are you even talking there? A shower!" della exclaimed to see me still staring at the doorway of the room. " ... or are we late, right?"

I didn't answer. Hurry up from there. Shower and then continued breakfast fried rice ala Chef Della.

"How did my fried rice taste?" ask the girl as soon as we drove in the vehicle she was driving. "Enak, right?"

I thought for a moment. "Lumayan."

"Milk?" Della. "That's all?"

"What do I have to answer?"

"That means my cooking is not good, dong?"

I grinned a little. "Good lumayan I mean, Del. Just a little less salt. Over all, it's nice."

"Lied!" della replied with her usual care. "I'm not the one cooking, anyway. Bi Mamas was the one who made. I asked him to come for breakfast. Haha."

I'm clucking. "Why don't you just wake me up, anyway, Del? I'm, right, so it's not as good as Om Bram." The feeling returned to the heart. "I also want to be devoted to your family, Del. At least can help a little serve you and Om Bram. Yes, like Auntie when it was still around .... "

Hurry, I shut my mouth. The last sentence was not in the plan. Why just slide without realizing it? It also affects the figure next door. Suddenly he stepped on the brake pedal. Stop the vehicle suddenly.

"Rel .... " Slowly I called the girl. "I .. I .. I don't mean .... "

Della closed her eyes without looking at me. He took a momentary breath. Leveling the back position with the vehicle seat backrest.

"Del ... " call me back. Look at the girl who is still silent. Frighteningly. "You're mad at me, Del? I'm sorry, yeah. Ndak meant-"

"So I should be mad at you, Cuy?" Suddenly Della replied.

"But ... earlier you were suddenly so ... What does that mean?" I'm curious. "Because of what I said, right?"

Della. Slowly the grin on his lips flashed wide. "What's the fuck, anyway? You didn't see what, I almost hit a cat, Lya!"

"Cats? Where's?" I looked in front of the vehicle. "A moment .. I go down first. Take a look around."

"No need! The cat survived and fled in that direction!" della's voice was deafening. Kick my ears until it's ringing. "Partially you're having a good conversation, anyway! Don't see if I bring a car, Cuy!"

I'm moving away a little. The sound of the girl's cry really made the eardrum hurt. "Oh, so, huh? Sorry."

Della laughed out loud. I close my ears tightly with my fingers. Can't really control the volume, huh, kid. Can't speak softly, or at least behave like ordinary women. No one has survived long close to him. Even Andre.

"It's not really because of what I said, is it, Del?" I'm still curious. "Shame on! What did you say, anyway?" ask Della later.

"Yes, geez ... Della´s. So you don't hear me say what from earlier?"

The girl laughed out loud.

"He laughed again, ah." I frowned. "Yes, already. Why is it not going too far? We're gonna have bad luck, Della."

Della. Staring at me weird. "Road? Which way?"

"To college, Del. Where else to go?"

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