BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 28
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 28...
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A full day really sucks. I'm like a new figure who's estranged in this house. The man, Om Bram, seemed reluctant to respond to almost all the questions and greetings I said. Cold and always trying to avoid. What's wrong with her? Because of last night? Ah, he's not that naive. Long with this new family, already know a lot of the character of each occupant. But for what is happening now, it is still mysterious.
“Del, Where's your Papah?” I asked Della. The girl was sitting on the sofa, flipping open the sheets of her subscription magazine. He turned his head, then replied, “So it's in front. Why emang?”
I turned my face away from Della's gaze. “Ah, hdfm. Just ask.”
“Elu need money, Cuy?”
“Endak! Not that, Del.” I quickly turned towards him.
“Then?” Della put the magazine on the table. Seriously noticed. “Sekadar want to know. This whole day, tumben didn't get together with us, huh, Del? Kan, equally again holiday.”
“Don't know. Bete kali wants entertainment. Just, do not have the heart to leave us both at home,” replied Della instead of reaching for the remote, then turn on the television.
“Masa, anyway?” I sat down to approach the girl. “What?” Della frowned in wonder. “Om Bram wants entertainment outside the home,” replied me enthusiastically.
He smiled goat. “Again, I see,” answers apathy.
“As a biological child, you don't understand your own Papah habits, Del?”
“Elu is why, anyway? Kepo amoru Papah I?” Della probing. “Cause of Papah Bram, huh? Ngaku you!”
“Sok know!” kilahku. Worrying about the contents of this head read by him.
“Tadi mornin you confided so ama I. Not bad?” della Goda. “Know, ah.” I hurried up from sitting.
“Where are you going, Cuy?”
“Thank you clothesline!” I answered without looking at it one bit. Della's mouth is sour. His thoughts and words always sound the same. Most annoying, but at the same time give more value. Honestly, although sometimes rarely want to understand the feelings of the interlocutor.
For a moment I peeked at the front area of the house from the top floor, before going out to lift the clothesline. Blank. There was no one there from the window and the door was open. Maybe Om Bram was in his room? What the hell is he doing? Why should I be busy guessing. Whatever it is, it doesn't always have to know people's business. But ... Ouch, the man's attitude all day was excruciating. It's natural to have curiosity, right?
‘Eh, really, is Om Bram out there? Do I need to go directly? Curious,’ I said inwardly.
Slowly I descended the stairs. Try as gently as possible to keep this foot on the floor. Lurk for a while the middle room. Who knows if there's still Della there. Just right ....
“Ngapain you are looking for?” The girl's voice was loud as soon as my head poked behind the wall. Goddamnit! Caught too.
“Ngekt clothesline? Up top, Cuy! Not in front,” said Della still with the same sound level.
“Iya, I know, Del,” I replied suddenly feeling upset.
“Still want to nyari Papah Bram?” della asked with her special laugh. “Appaan, hell, you it, Del.” I went awry.
Suddenly, the girl shouted out loudly once, “Papaaahhh! There's a Papah nyariin, nih!”
I glare. Bummer. “Della!”
The one being glared even harder laughed. “Papaahh! Alya misses Papah!”
“Della! You are crazy, ih!” I was in a hurry to run upstairs. Climb the stairs quickly. No matter if the big toe hit the ceramic tip hard.
Goddamnit! Do not let the man approach, and then wonder. Baffled. What answer I would give later. While Della's laughing voice was still heard blaring from the basement.
I ran outside the room upstairs. Lifting the clothesline that was already dry, then rushing into the room. Wishing no footstep would approach the door, knock, call my name with a heavy voice, and .. ah, so long a silence. There is only a snoring of his own breath accompanied by a strong heartbeat. Della's behavior was truly shocking. Just make it ashamed.
Yeah, God! It's wrong now. Still curious about Om Bram's attitude, but now he did not even dare to go out of the room. Afraid to meet that man.
Still clearly visible. Last night, Om Bram hugged me. Kissed. Caressed. Complete with a distinctive fragrance aroma that I have already memorized. Even ... the smell of alcohol.
Alcohol? Om Bram was half drunk last night. Could it be that he was doing all of that under his consciousness. Don't-don't really remember. Since this morning, there have been no signs. Cue. It was as if nothing had ever happened between us. Too bad. It is still a long way to go in life to achieve the dream of becoming a loving Madame Bram.
I threw dry clothes on the bed. Piqued. This dead-end mind must do what. The cold attitude of Om Bram is still crazy in the eye pelukan. Dancing amused fishing curious to immediately know the answer.
‘Quiet, Alya. You are drunk with love. Whatever you see about that man, everything looks beautiful and tastes sweet. Be aware! Control your emotions. Don't be enslaved to love. It would just darken all your normal wishful thinking, Alya,’ whispered the mirror before me. The reflection of the shadow that was there was like mocking.
“You don't know what it's like to be in love! Moreover, the one whom you will be before your eyes, Mirror! You can only advise me without even helping to find a solution!” sahutku while pointing the index finger forward. “What's your answer now? There's nothing, right? You yourself are confused, right?”
Ah, I turned my face away. Then throw this body on the bed. Blending in tangled clothes there. Look at the ceiling of the room. There even looks vaguely there is a thin-furnished face, brownish eyeballs, and slowly smiling seductively.
“Om Bram ... “. “Is that it? Why is it above the internits? Uh .... “
Just hallucinations. I have to hold on to control myself. Close your eyes as close as possible, until dark envelops the view. But the look of that face came back in utterance. It still remains the same as a seductive smile.
“Yes, God! What torture is this? Everywhere there's always him!” whispered slowly. Worried someone's eavesdropping behind a door leaf out there. Della´s. Let him not know that an Alya is crazy about his papa.
“I have to iron! It would be crazy if nothing could distract this memory!” sahutku seraya. Tidy up the clothes, then take an electric iron on top of the closet.
TING!
My phone's beeping. Voice notification. There's an incoming message. About Bramkah? Nope. It was from Andre.
...SERIATE...
