BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 25
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 25...
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“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.
“What's the reason?” I'm getting ready to take the bag on the chair.
“Already. Forgetit. We're home now!”
Della hugged Bram. Kissing the left-right cheek is good. “We go home first, yes, Om,” I also share.
“Eh, don't give me a hug for Papah, Alya?” Bram developed both arms. I doubt. Refuse or accept the offer.
Refuse, means will lose the opportunity to feel the craving that is missed. But if you accept, worry will be out of control like the beginning had met in this room. Finally ....
“Don't hesitate to think of me as your own papah, Alya,” Bram said as soon as we hugged tightly. “I also love you very much, Darling.”
‘What?’ I'd love to slap that thin-fisted face. What does he really want, anyway? What kind of love do you have for me, Bram? But I don't want to be asked. Because that warmth is much more soothing than having to let go as soon as possible.
“Ehem!” deham Della is surprising. As soon as we let ourselves go. Blushed in the form of a small cough.
“We go home first, Om.. aeh, Pah,” back I say go. The man nodded.
“Already, Pah!” sahut Della holding my hand out of the room.
“Already, Darling!” reply Bram.
I looked at Bram before it was completely lost behind the door leaf. The man was still standing in his place. Smiling sweetly while waving your hands.
Ah, Om Bram. He is not so old when viewed from his actual age. Tall and well-groomed body, it still feels right with me. It's just that the posture is not comparable. But under other conditions, we must be balanced. Uh, what kind of thought is that?
Frankly, right now my mind is still not as invited as it should be. Called normal, it's getting crazy. Whynot? This journey of pretense will go on without knowing when it will end.
For a while, it might have survived. Accepting Bram's decision to consider me a child. I don't know, another time. This verdict could still change. The key is of course Della. As long as there is that girl, my relationship with Bram will remain so. Father-son? It sucks!
On the other hand, I have to respect this family. They have provided many services. Kindness that cannot be answered in the blink of an eye. Especially Della. From him, I found my true love.
Andre, another figure that I'm right to make as an escape. Shedding this pseudo love for a while, until there comes a moment where it must honestly express its taste. Ah, but this won't hurt Della either. Behind the peculiarity he faced the half-cule guy, there is a secret that still contains a mystery. Doubt that Della really doesn't like Andre. Then what did he mean to avoid Andre all this time? It is worth exploring further.
That guy still takes me often. Dinner, sightseeing, or just hanging out at the cafe enjoying free wifi.
[Yes, already, if so, I just went there, how?]
[Don't, dong. What do you want anyway? Yes, you are at home. Quiescent. If you come out, you will get Corona, you know!]
Long conversations he didn't reply. As soon as he answered, it was just a laughing emoticon. Strange man! I tried to remind him.
Our conversation stopped, because in front of the house I heard the roar of a vehicle engine entering the garage. That must be Om Bram. He just got home. I saw the clock on the wall, it almost showed at one in the morning. Della must have been asleep. There's no way to get up hunting down the front door.
I had to go down myself. Dunking in the dim light of the middle space. Then ...
CLICK IT!
“Alya? You haven't slept, honey?” bram asked as soon as he got me to open the door. I smiled faintly. “Numbered, Om. It just so happened that the sound of Om's car, so straight here,” I replied starting to feel an irregular heartbeat.
“And don't wait for me, Lya. After all, I also bring my own key, kok.” Bram shut the door tight. I myself intended to go back to the room, but was restrained by the man's heavy hand. “Start, Lya.”
“What's up, Om?” I stopped without daring to turn my body. Facing Bram is only a few centimeters away. Uh, no!
“There is something I want to talk to you about,” Bram said. Her warm male breath hit my neck. There was a smell of alcohol. “Della's asleep, right?”
“Already, Om.” I dare not open my eyes. His breath and voice were getting closer. Sure enough, we almost stuck to each other. “M-m-e-m-ang .. k-e-n-what, O-o-m?”
He didn't answer immediately. But his fingers landed gently on his shoulders. Then pull the turn. I had to obey. Reversing the position of the body and now dealing directly with the body of the man.
“Om Bram drunk?” I asked myself to vent so that the smell of alcohol was more clearly accompanying every snort of his breath. The man shook his head. “No. Just a little bit of a drink to appreciate the clients. I have never been drunk, kok,” Bram replied while holding both of my shoulders.
“Thank God,” muttered me slowly. “A-pa ya-ng ma-u Om bic-ara-kan?”
Bram smile. He pulled my chin up and looked at me. “About that afternoon, Alya. Honestly, I didn't mean to be like that. I hope your words are not what you mean, Lya.”
“I mean Om which one, yes, Om?” I really can't stand being treated like this. The man's eyes grew sharper. I don't know when it will take place.
“You really love me, don't you, Alya?”
Yeah, God! I didn't think he'd question that. Now the answer is what else to say. Wasn't it enough for me to have a show all day?
I was confused to answer. But back to thinking, it seems like one of the right times to express honesty.
Without a second thought, I quickly scattered his body tightly. I hugged it in such a way as I said, “Yes, I do love you, Om. Not as a child to his parents. But ... I love the same Om because I wish to devote my life to you, Om.”
My cry exploded in his arms. Jemari Bram rubbed my back. “Already expected, Lya. I've been estimating it for a long time.”
“What Om means?” I raised my head while still maintaining my embrace. The man smiled. He did not answer, but slowly bowed his face and approached.
“Om .... “ Suddenly I want to lift this body by raising the footrest. Then ....
...SERIATE...
