BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 27
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 27...
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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.
“Alya.”
“Mmmffhh!” I couldn't say a name back, because I was tightly clenched on her lips.
“Alya!”
“Mmmffhhh!”
“ALYA! Wake up!”
Huh huh? That ....
“Cuy!”
I opened my eyes.
“Della?”
The girl stood right beside the bed. “Bluk very, hell, sleep you?”
“Della?” I got up from my golek, while keeping away the bolster that had been tightly hugged. “Since when were you in my room?”
Ah, I feel a cold melt adorning the tip of the lips. Also the wet patches that adorn the bolster gloves.
“Ih, so slovenly you!” della exclaimed with her distinctive voice. Screeching deafening. He shuddered so much he noticed the wet melt near my chin.
“Aaan, anyway?” ask me to be embarrassed, then wipe the tip of the lips with the back of the hand. “It turns out, next to telmi, you are also slovenly, yes?” della said again shuddering in disgust. “Gue wash immediately!” I replied quickly taking off the sleep bolster sheath.
Della laughed out loud. “Gue?” He frowned after his laughter stopped.
“Why?”
“Elu call yourself you ... I? Have you changed?”
“When?”
“Barusan!”
“Endak, ah.”
“Tadi said so, Cuy!” Della.
“Masa, anyway? Wrong horror maybe you,” kilahku.
“My cup is still healthy and normal.”
“Endak, ah. I don't feel bil—“
“Whatever you have,” said Della finally. “Today want to cook or I call Bi Mamas?”
“Who is cooking?” Sukmaku has not fully fused with the body due to the shock awakened earlier. So it's a bit difficult to digest Della's fast speech like a rap singer. “Elu, Cuy!” della replied loudly.
I chuckle. “Oh, yes. Just remember, Del. Cook breakfast, huh?”
Della patted her eel.
“Om Bram is up, right?” Suddenly he thought back to the man. “Udah. Papah again copying tuh in front of the house,” reply Della quickly.
“Yes, Lord!”
I rushed out of bed. Hurry out of the room and down the stairs, towards the kitchen. Della followed like she was wondering.
“Notly Om Bram has copied?” I glanced at the front room. “Not knowing. Last time I saw just sitting around in front,” said Della cuek. “Emang why, anyway?”
I didn't answer. For some reason, this morning was so eager to make coffee and breakfast for the man. Overnight effect? Might as well. I can't wait to see that figure soon. Hopefully ....
“Eh, where are you going?” Della looked at me about to take a cup of coffee to the front of the house. “Nganter coffee for your papah,” I replied without turning.
Sure enough, Bram was sitting on the porch. Enjoy the morning air there.
“Om ... “ call me so close from behind. Bram. “Eh, Alya. Already awake apparently,” said the man.
“This is the coffee, Om,” I said rather trembling glanced at Bram's lyrics for a moment.
“Thank you, Alya. But I did it myself. Here, still left.” Bram pointed at the coffee cup beside him. There's still half.
Hhmmm, I missed the moment. I should have gotten up earlier. So that there is more time to serve these men. It's too late now.
Bram. “Ya, already. I drink too, deh, here.” He's trying to entertain. I know it.
“Do not, Om,” sergeant. “Why?” Bram.
I smile. “Let's Om too sweet. Hihihi.”
The man smiled wryly. They even tend to be cold. Hhmmm, what was my joke? Ah, since long ago it was not talented to joke.
“Om .... “
“Ya, what's up, Alya?” Bram.
“Copy. How?” I'm rattled.
“Sini. Later I drink, deh,” replied Bram flat. “Thank you, yes, Alya.” He received the coffee mug I made. No other expression.
That only? Just thank you? Nothing else but that? Smiling sweetly or poking the tip of my nose like last night, suppose?
“Alya back to the kitchen, yes, Om,” my message is just a pleasantie. Deliberately turning the body as slow as possible. Hope Bram gives a surprising response or something. Similar to when insisting on bidding the price, then go with a step slowly. Hope the tradesman is destroyed and want to sell at the desired price.
“Oh, yes. Please, Lya,” said Bram quietly without turning his head in the slightest.
Strange, not as usual. What's the matter? Maybe he's on ‘gabut’.
“Om want to be cooked what this morning?” I tried asking again before completely leaving the figure of the man. “So much Alya only. You are, right, good at cooking. Whatever you cook, it must be delicious and I am gluttonous,” he said back. Again without looking like that. His eyes are straight ahead. There was nothing there, except a green garden decorating the grounds of the house.
“Good. Well then, Alya said back to the kitchen, yes, Om.”
“Iya, please, Alya.”
Dih, what's wrong with him? How, so funny? So last night ‘hot’.
“Iya, Om. Excuse me, yes, Om.” I still haven't moved on from that. I hope he answers with a sweet smile.
“Iya, Alya.” Unobservant.
“Om .... “
This time Bram looked. “There's more?”
“Alya wants to cook,” I replied suddenly feeling bad. He was smiling this time. Just a moment and cold, then said, “Kan, from earlier also I said .. please, Alya. Okay?”
Dih, sucks! What's up, anyway? Weird dude! Even the same time happens when eating together at a table. He is engrossed in enjoying breakfast while occasionally playing with his cell phone. Not much to say or praise my work. Della's only chattering since she was in the kitchen.
“Del, Om Bram why, anyway?” I asked Della after the man finished breakfast, then rushed into her room.
“Why what? My dad, too, everyday. Nothing strange, Cuy,” replied Della.
“For bete or how, yes?” I'm still curious. “Commonly,” Reply Della.
“Ah, but I feel something is strange. Ndak as usual Om Bram cuek so, Del,” urged me on Della. “Don't my cooking not good, huh?”
The girl looked at me in wonder. “Elu aja aja baperan. I have been seeing him since then. Why, the hell, you wondering?”
Dih, so lazy to answer. I hurried to clean up the breakfast. Washing dirty cookware. Continue soaking the bolster glove that was this morning ‘ternoda’ disgusting. It sucks!
Om Bram, what's wrong with you, Om?
...SERIATE...
