BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 26

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 26...

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My cry exploded in Bram's arms. The man rubbed my back. “Already expected, Lya. I've been estimating it for a long time.”

“What Om means?” I looked up my head while still maintaining a hug. She smiles. Not answering, but slowly lowered his face and approached.

“Om .... “ I'd love to raise this footrest. Close your eyes and wait for what happens next. Then, the man placed his index finger on my open lip. He shook his head slowly accompanied by a seductive sweet smile. “Why, Om?” I wonder among the snoring breaths that begin to hunt. Sure enough, this heartbeat was felt to touch the body of the hairy field.

Bram smiled again. He kissed my forehead softly. Then take off this tight hug. “Sleep, Alya. It's late at night,” he said half a whisper. “I'm afraid Della woke up and found us like this .... “

Nay! I still want to be in that man's arms. This feeling is really torturous. Damn, Bram's attitude is full of mystery. I don't know what love he has. To hold me up as a foster child?

“Om .... “ Back I hugged Bram tighter. Spilling a second cry that was more powerful than before. This time I really can't control my emotions. The awareness of my status completely forgot.

“Alya,” he said my name over and over again. “You are .... “

“I love you, Om,” my cry in tears.”Alya loves Om Bram.” very much No matter what else happens. It is taboo for a woman to express love first, just an old adage. I actually have to fight for myself. I hope Bram is willing to be honest.

“Lya, listen to me,” said Bram, “aku .... “

“I don't care what happens after this, Om.” Raised face. Staring sharply at those brownish eyeballs. “I just want Om to know, that this taste is not as a form of love of a child towards parents. But I wish Om could be a companion to life. Because I love you so much and am crazy about you, Om Bram.”

Bram put his index finger on my lips. “Ssttt ... listen to me first, Alya,” the door is soft, “there are other things you need to know about me.”

“Hall else, Om?” I don't want that guy to twitch. “I don't care if Om loves me or not. I just want you.”

My crying exploded again. Bram tried to calm down, but this soul was still reluctant to listen. It does not feel ready to have to accept the bitter reality or also disappointed when this surge of desire begins to burn.

“Alya .... “

“Endak, Om. Don't tell me that Om only loved me as a child. It was excruciating for me.”

“Listen to me, Alya.”

“Endak.”

“Alya.”

“Endak, Om. I beg!”

“Listen to me first.”

“End—“

My lips can no longer speak. The eardrum is not willing to accept rebuttal. This breath seems to be suddenly gone. Suddenly Bram landed his kiss gently.

Can't believe I opened these eyes wide. Make sure it's no longer the index finger that clings to these lips to stop talking. Clearly, the fine fur on top of the man's lips had landed. Tickling to boil blood throughout the veins.

Bram smile. “You want my answer, right?”

I still can't believe it. Is this just a dream? Don'tdon't. “I don't understand, Om.” I rubbed the man's face. The feathers felt real grating the palm. “Barusan Om--“

The smell of alcohol again stings. Not from his breath, but straight from the man's mouth. So warm touching the lips. Repeating for a second time, while stopping my unfinished speech. Just for a moment, then detached and drifted away.

I tried to catch up by raising the heel higher. But being held with my index finger stuck to my lips. “Why, Om? I—“

“No, Alya,” Bram said as he shook his head. “It was enough to answer your question earlier, right?” Bram let go of my embrace.

I'm trying to digest her words, “I mean ... Om Bram also loves me?”

The man smiled sweetly. He poked the tip of my nose gently, then rushed into his room after smelling this warm forehead.

“Sleep, Alya. It was late at night,” said Bram then disappeared behind the door.

Hhmmm ..he hasn't answered my question honestly. That kiss? Could it be just to calm me down? It was impossible that he did not feel interested in a woman who was willing to give herself up completely. Or because I was too much.

‘Remember, Alya. You are a holy woman. Is it that low you are willing to give up your honor to an obscure man and not necessarily love you? He is someone else and nobody to you. Never be blinded by an orgasm whisper, by being as cheap as before!’ whisper in the mirror. I'm behind the glass.

Ah, I don't care. Didn't you ever almost lose your honor to a man named Ryan.

‘Are those events not enough to give you a warning, Alya? Luckily, Ryan never carried on with his foul intentions. God is preparing the right figure for you someday.’

Wh who? Brams? My heart is only on him. Not the others, especially Andre.

Andre's? Today there are a lot of incoming messages that I haven't read from the crossbred man. Also missed calls also decorate the notification list. What was?

[Alya, I want to see you. Our conversation in the past day has not been completed. Do you have free time? ]

That was one of the messages he sent.

Not interested in answering. I think the answer at that time was enough. I don't want to promise her anything, let alone a closer relationship. Because Della? Not just that. This heart wants to achieve dreams with Bram. Especially that ....

Yeah, God! Just awakened now. Indirectly, I've hit the drums of war with Della. Had he known the new incident earlier, maybe this time too the girl would have gone berserk and chased me away. How'this?

Ah, now I just want to sleep and have a good dream. Hope pagutan lip Bram continues into the deep world. Then ... shit! Forgot, before closing eyes, must change ************* first. Then continued to cling tightly to the bolsters on the side. Let's just say it was Bramanditya. Crazy one!

Justright. My mind is still full of false ideas about the man. He comes with all his charm. Pampering in such a way, until the footprints felt floating around the sky. Bram ... Bram ... Bram ... Only that name exists. Come not only to land the kiss, but also fill every open cavity. Wrapped me with a warm hug, unable to speak. Because my mouth locked his tongue ....

“Alya .... “

He said my name repeatedly. Accompanied by hentakan track the earth.

“Om Bram.”

I screamed softly along with the stretching of the joints and also the tickling of the burning pulse.

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