BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 2
...B U C I N...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Part 2...
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"But not until you're a lawyer here as well kale, Cuy," Della suddenly said.
"Rel .... " Om Bram back to glancing.
"But really, right, Pah?" Della glanced at his face. "Lagian Alya lives here too at Della's own request, really. Instead of wasting money on paying for a fee away from campus. Not to mention you have to spend money on freight. Meningan here ama me. You, right, my own best friend, Cuy."
I smiled back. "Yes, I understand that, well, Del. If I want to help you in this house, is that wrong?"
"Origin not in order you want to win the heart of my cool bokap this just, deh, Cuy. Haha." Della's back is broken.
This time I can't smile. The rest of the rice I was swallowing suddenly seemed to just stop. Clogging the breathing hole, until coughing repeatedly.
"Della! You are getting worse, deh, dear," cried Om Bram as he thrust a glass of water at me. "Drink first, Lya."
"Thank you, Om," I replied after sipping water. The throat is back. The coughing also stopped.
"You're talking about the origin of ceplos, honey. Look, well, your best friend is so red in the face," added Om Bram while watching me.
"It's okay, Om. Della emang so. Alya's used to it, huh." I try to avoid those sharp eyes. This heart seemed to melt helpless if the man had stared in such a way.
"Babies eat, the part of me that washes dishes, yes," said Della after a moment of silence. Enjoy breakfast until ludes are left.
"Let me, Del. All sweat before taking a bath," prevent me while getting out of the chair.
"Can't! I washed the dishes. You, right, it's cooking, Cuy."
"Just be sure."
"Gue!"
"Gue!"
There was a loud clap of hands accompanied by a blaring voice, "Okay, ladies! At this time also Papah or Om excuse me to leave for work. If you want to fight please continue, but do not make the whole house angry. Okay, guys?"
Della and I were silent. The girl hugged and greeted her papa. "Be careful on the road, Pah."
Had goosebumps and imagine if at the time of the cuddle position was me with Om Bram. But that's impossible, because I'm not the man. He just waved for a moment with a smile. "Om off first, yeah, Alya. Thanks for the cooking."
Just that extent. There's no other continuation. Until then, the figure of Om Bram disappeared with his Pajero at the corner of the front road.
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Armed with savings from the sale of several plots of parental heritage land, I now live in an isolated place in the suburbs. Living in a simple house with a little space and a small divider. There are only two. The front room is commonly used for sleeping while receiving friends visits, as well as a narrow and stuffy kitchen. A year? Honestly no. Affordable rental fees, that's the main reason why I'm still staying there. In addition because of the closest distance to campus, the place depends on hope for the future.
Della, an independent girl from the family, was not the first person I knew. Previously only classmates. Closed, awkward, indifferent, and seemed haughty. That was the initial impression when I first saw this one figure. It's not really like that. We turned around when we started getting to know each other. That was accidentally ....
BRACKET!
The sound of a thick book slamming loudly onto the table shocked me, while in the library room. Seemed a smooth white girl scowled while scowling her head, accompanied by a few breaths. Pissed off? Might as well. I don't really care. Prefer to continue reading on a book that is clasped. Surely after shuffling over a conversion of taste behind this chest.
THE TRACK!
This time the sound of a pencil jolting against the surface of the table, swayed quickly from the clapper fingers hoofed with red paint. Coming from the same direction as before. The smooth-skinned girl.
"Excuse me, Ma'am. Can I sit here?" ask pleasantries. Approaching the figure who looks being bullied it.
"Please," he replied without glancing at it in the slightest. "Why is your seat there? Not comfortable?"
I smile. "There's a deserted. There are no friends."
The girl looked at him with a flat face. "So I'm gonna need you, are you?" Judes very, I thought. "At the other table there are still some people. Why choose here?"
For a moment I took a deep breath, trying to hold back the sudden tightness. "alright. If this mama is disturbed, let me move again, yes. Excuse me," I replied as I prepared to get up from the chair.
"Eh, wait!" The girl held my motion. "The paper is very, really, you? That's how offended."
"Sorry .... "
"Sit down there. Relaxed. I won't bother you again, really," he later said. Start changing the word 'me' to 'gue'. I think it's a real character. Original.
"Thank you, Ma'am." I'm back to sipping ass. Cancel the move, obey the wishes of the girl.
A few moments of silence. No follow-up conversations. Until finally the figure in front said, "Gue Della. You who?"
I immediately took my eyes off the line of sentences being read. Then extend a palm to bring the salaman. "I'm Alya, Ma'am."
"You're my classmate, right?" tanyanya after returning the greeting.
I'm nodding. "Relieve, Mother."
A wry smile gushed from the lips of the girl. "Call my name. Della´s. Don't use that 'make."
"I'm not used to it, Ma'am. Not polite."
"It's okay, really. I feel older than you when you call it 'make." The girl named Della laughed. Welcomed by some library visitors by giving a code through a small suit accompanied by a pointer that runs across their lips. "Sorry, guys!" della said accompanied by a slow pangs. "You're from java, huh?"
"Sir, Ma'am. Uh .... "
Della clucking. Either upset or protest at my greeting just now. "Gue often sees you spend more time resting in the perpus, than anywhere else. Canteen, for example?"
...SERIATE...
