BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 24
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 24...
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“Lya! Can't be sane, anyway, lu?” della was upset apparently. Bram. My laughter stopped slowly.
“Can ... can be bang!” I patted Della's thigh hard. He grimaced as he rubbed. “I love Om Bram as much as I love both parents myself, is that wrong?”
Della and Bram took a deep breath. Relieved now, maybe. The man shook listlessly. “Neg. There's nothing wrong, Lya. You're right,” he said with trembling lips holding haru.
“Hhmmm .. I think laen, Cuy. Be present! What is my brain that mostly eats telmi you attitude,” exclaimed Della while leaning back on the chair. “What do you think, Del? How, can you think of such an assortment?” I am now inexhaustible astonished to see the attitude of both of them. “Again! I'm healthy! Sane!” the girl replied annoyed.
“Keep now how?” I saw Bram looking the other way while scratching his head. He turned his head and pointed his finger at me. “Weaa ... Aha, we're eating now. The order has arrived!”
An all-blue-clothed office worker walked into the room, having previously knocked on the door. “Sorry, Sir. A little long,” said the official. He put food on the table.
“Over time, anyway, Mas?” Della pouted at the officer. “Iya, sorry, Ma'am. Back there was a bit of a fuss,” her answer was accompanied by a smile. “But still good also Mas came,” continued Della. “Kalo no, can hang us here.” The girl's eyes glanced at me for a moment.
“Del .... “ Bram remind.
“What do you mean, anyway, Del?” I'm second-guessing.
“Udah, no need to discuss,” Della say. “Too don't eat soon, we can all hang here.”
Bram suddenly choked. His laughter almost broke. “Papah cough?” Spontaneous I'm offering you a drink.
Papa? Whats! It was so crisp and unpleasant to hear. Della looked over for a moment. Watching me in such a way.
“Thank you, darling,” said Bram with a red face. Smiling sweetly received the drink I gave.
Duh, God! I don't know why I suddenly miss the old days. When the man treated himself with a sensation that could make me drunk kepayang. Now then? Ah, it feels normal.
“Iya, Pah,” my answer is flat. Frankly, I didn't want to look into those eyes a second time. No and will not.
Della elbowing. “Fuck? It's not wrong, what I'm hearing!” He laughed behind his hand. Wonderful I asked, “Lho, why? Said earlier—“
“Any what a horror, Cuy.” Della chuckles.
“Del .... “ Bram remind.
The worker who delivered the food smiled. “I'm sorry, yes, Sir and Mbak-Mbak.”
“Thank you, yes, Mas,” said Della among the rest of her laughter earlier.
Hhmm ... sandiwara macam apa ini? Aku harus kelihatan tegar sementara hati ini ingin berteriak kuat. Memaki dunia yang tak berlaku adil. Adakah hal yang lebih pantas kudapatkan selain keadaan saat ini?
“Alya don't eat?” Bram's voice snapped at the daydream. “I'm eating, Om uh, Pah!” I pat this mouth for a moment. Little wrong.
Della and Bram looked at each other. “Eat what, Cuy? From earlier you just stirring drinks,” exclaimed Della surprise.
“Masa, anyway?” I noticed the drink in my hand. Nothing is strange. Except cold water rounds in a glass. “My drink doesn't use ice cubes, huh?”
Bram smiled again. “It turns out you're funny too, Alya.”
“Ah, Om Bram's. Uh, Papah .... “ Suddenly like losing the force of gravity of the earth. I saw both feet still on the floor. What sense is flying? Is this neck that elongated?
Damnit damnit! Honestly, anyway, I was tormented once having to call that guy ‘Papah’. More comfortable and beautiful as ever, Om Bram. Bram, Om Bram, Bram, Om Bram! Call ‘Papah’ like to keep this asa. Or is it precisely with the current status, I can guerrilla safely without having to worry about Della's suspicions? Being closer to Bram can be a child-father relationship, for example.
“Cuy, eat!” Della jerking.
I'm turning. “Aaan, anyway?”
“Eat! M-a-k-a-n!” Della shows her finger bribing into her mouth.
“Iya, Del. It also wants to eat, kok.” I took a spoonful of rice from the rice stand. And .... “Uhuk! Yes, geez!”
“Why else, anyway?” Della surprise.
“My history is cold?!”
Della watched my food. Then switch to a glass of drink that has run out a quarter. Soon the waves broke. Bram couldn't help but laugh.
“Oh, sorry. Apparently .... “ I immediately ran to the toilet in the room Om Bram. I spit out all the food that was still in my mouth. Chilly.
Damnit damnit! Why would I be so stupid, anyway? It does not seem to remember at all ever pouring the contents of the drink glass into the place of rice. Fact is like that. Hhmmm .. This must be because of Om Bram. As much as possible acting pretending to be happy, in fact it is still too big.
I saw my face behind the mirror. Should I let this love melt itself, or is it worth keeping? Which is more appropriate if you have to stand beside Bram, as a child or an un-age partner?
‘Hai, glass! Give me the answer! Please!’
Long pensive looking at yourself there. Worrying about what to step up. Now hesitate to go outside this toilet room, due to the ridiculousness made earlier. At times like this it feels like screaming as loud as possible. Sure enough, class singers Whitney Housten and Mariah Carrey will lose the octave.
“Alya, you're fine, right?” bram asked as soon as I returned to the room. “Ndak nothing. Om,” I replied briefly. “Serious, Cuy?” Della is also of concern.
I nodded slowly.
“Gue just received a food additive. You need to eat first, deh, gih.” Della added.
“Ndon't do it, deh, Del. I'm full.”
“What's wrong? You, right, haven't eaten.”
“Let's just at home.”
Bram mediates. “Ya, already. Take this food home, yes. Papah is long home. Tonight there is a schedule of meetings with working clients.”
“Not come home again, Pah?” Della pouting. Bram smile. “Maybe a bit maleman. You will continue to have dinner together later.”
“OK. We go home now, deh,” said Della finally. “Where, Cuy? We're back now, yeah.”
“I said I was full too, Del. Then just eat at home, deh,” answered me half lazily answer. Della and Bram gawking.
“Truly, yes. You seem to need a long break, deh.” Della.
...SERIATE...
