BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 20
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 20...
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“Alya ... “ call Andre while waving his hand in front of my face. “Kok, even daydreaming?”
I was shocked. “Eh, yes. Sorry, Ndre. I .... ”
“Why are you, anyway?” ask Andre wonder.
I took a deep breath. “I ... I'm just thinking, Ndre. I'm sorry.”
The man shakes. “Continue, how did you answer?” tanyanya. I looked at Andre for a moment. “About what, yes?” Still confused as to what to answer. The shadow of the incident was still strong in my mind.
“Yes, God ... Alya! So from earlier you did not listen to my talk?” Andre looks upset. “Our relationship, Lya. You want to accept me, right?”
Oh, aye. Just remembered. Andre charged the promise of an answer to his request the other day. Damnit damnit! My concern is still filled with false shadows that are very worried later if ....
“Sorry, Ndre. I can't,” answered me finally after a moment of silence.
“Why, Lya? You doubted me? I-“
“Not that problem, Ndre. Sorry,” cut me off before Andre finishes his talk. “I believe your sincerity, but I really can't. There's a lot I have to consider about that.”
“Considerate cost, Lya?” ask Andre urgently. “ ... or are you afraid our relationship will be known to Della? Why?”
I looked at those greenish-eye balls. There is honesty out there. Sure enough the man was not joking or mocking. The same bias as I felt on the figure of Om Bram all this time.
I nodded slowly. Not yet able to give the real answer. “I'm sorry, Ndre. I can't give you any reason. Sorry.”
“Why?”
Suddenly my mouth felt dry to answer. A little forced to speak with a tongue. “Maybe .. I don't deserve you.”
“What do you mean, Lya? Not fast how?” Andre ngotong's. “I love you, Lya. Really!”
“No, Ndre. I think ... There might be someone more appropriate for you to love. But it's not me.”
“Who?” Andre thought for a moment. “Della you mean?”
“Find out for yourself, Ndre. Sorry, I have to get to class. Della called me.” I get out of my seat. Leaving the figure of Andre glued while calling out.
“Lya, wait. You haven't answered my question, Lya!” andre, but did not try to chase me. “Lya! Wait for me!”
I don't give a shit. Continue to step outside the library with a heavy heart. Still heard her screams blaringly filled the corner of the room. “Lya, I will wait for you until anytime! Remember that!”
‘Ndak, Ndre. Ii'm sorry. I really can't accept your presence,’ I said in a swing towards class. ‘What I want just .... ‘
Della looked at me sharply, as soon as she entered the classroom. Wild eyeball the girl watched until I sat next to her.
“Elu from where, anyway? How, very long?” ask Della to investigate. “From toilet, Del. Kan, I told you earlier,” answered me lying.
“Ngapain is there? You constipated?”
I pat Della's arm. “You're. There's just, uh, ah.”
“ ... or even meet Andre, Cuy?”
I looked surprised. “Apaan, anyway, Del? Yeah, ndaklah. Why meet the same guy?” my elak was suddenly nervous.
“Hhmmm,” murmured Della then.
“Ya, already. If not, yes ... no, Cuy. Don't get me wrong, too, ngkali,” Della's whistle while sneering.
I'm down. Feeling guilty for lying to the closest friend.
Not long after Andre appeared, entered the class. Walk towards where he used to sit. His eyes did not come towards me. I was in a hurry pretending to open the bag. I don't want to look back at that guy.
At such a time, I also knew that Della was watching us both.
“Ehem!” deham Della is a little harsh.
I didn't care and kept tearing up the bag. Though I don't really know what to look for. Suddenly the air in the classroom became hot. Sultry feeling of roasting all over the body. Blowing air conditioning is installed in the two corners of the room, like the middle tickling tickle. Ah, crap! What am I supposed to do? Today really sucks!
The subject matter delivered by the assistant lecturer in front of the class, none of which was able to penetrate the brain. My head is frozen. Until then ....
“Cuy!” Della patted my arm.
I raise my head. The girl was standing right at the side. “What's up?” many confused. “Go home!” said Della was getting ready complete with a bag on the shoulder.
“Hah?”
“Hah what?”
“Kok, home?”
Della chuckles. “Elu want diem continue here? Go home. Yuk, ah.”
Goddamnit! So during the lesson I wasn't focused? “OK, Del.” I cleaned up all the books scattered on the table. None of it has been read since it was issued. “Yuk, leave!”
Della took my hand. It wasn't released until we got to the parking lot. Throughout the steps, I noticed the area around. I hope Andre isn't there.
“Elu why, anyway, Cuy?” della asked as soon as she was in the vehicle. “Why what, Del? I'm nothing, kok,” I replied accordingly. These eyes swept the parking atmosphere. I'm so thankful that I haven't found Andre since I left class.
“Elu mostly dumbfounded. I think something else is in mind?” search Della. “Ndak. I'm fine, Del. Calm down,” I said. Lying again.
“Serious ... nothing?”
I smiled blandly. “Iya. Bawel very, anyway, you!”
Della started the engine, then slowly drove away from the campus area.
“We go to Papah's office first, yes, Cuy,” Della said on the way.
“Hah? Why?” I'm appalled. Della to the point of frowning in wonder. “Ngapain? It's up to me, dong!” the girl's timpal was no less surprising. “Gue, right, his son. Once in a while, dong, maen-maen to my Papah job!”
O, yes. Right too, anyway. All of you treat the feeling of longing, because this morning I have not had time to see the figure of the man. Uh, why did that thought come up, huh?
“It is not so, Del. I mean, ndak usually out of college you to the office of Om Bram,” I added.
Della chuckles. “Yes, all ... You should also know my Papah office. Nothing wrong, right?”
I'm nodding. Indeed, during my stay with the Della family, I never once knew where Om Bram worked. For some reason, suddenly this heart feels flowery when it has heard the name.
About Bram ... About Bram ... About Bram ...
I mentioned that name many times in my heart.
“Hey, why are you smiling like that, Cuy?”
Oh, geez! The girl seemed to notice my behavior. “Nno!”
Della's eyes narrowed. “Elu again bergebayangin si Andre, yes?”
Oh, why ... So Andre? I'm imagining Om Bram, Del! Why should a man be half bule?
...SERIATE...
