BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 29
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 29...
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TING!
My phone's beeping. Voice notification. There's an incoming message. About Bramkah? Nope. It was from Andre.
[Hello, Alya. How are you doing? No free time this afternoon?]
Hhmmm, the half-bole man is still trying and hoping apparently. I reply soon.
[I'm home again. Nyetrika.]
Shortly after, Andre again sent a message.
[You have time, I want you to walk. Can, right? Just this once. Please, Alya.]
Right, right, my guess? The end must have invited me to meet. In a situation like this right now, I think I really need some brain refreshment. That Om Bram thing was really energy draining. But how? It's impossible to tell Della.
[Ndon't know, Ndre. At home there is Della. Anyway, I really want to iron the clothes.]
[Let me do it later, deh. The vow. I also used to iron. Even cooking rice on magicom, I can.]
[I ndak nanya.]
Andre replied with a laughing emoticon. Continued with the next message.
[I am, right, a boarding boy. That job, anyway, is small. Especially for you, Alya. Whatever I'm gonna do. Provided, you are willing to walk this once with me. Want to, right, Lya? Please.]
I thought for a second. There is no harm in fulfilling Andre's invitation this time. But now it needs refreshing. Della's business, think about it.
[Yes, already. But I'm gonna take a shower, Ndre.]
[OKAY. I'll pick you up in an hour, yeah]
[Don't go home. Della knows.]
[OKAY. I'm waiting for you in the front alley near the minimarket. How's it?]
[Good. I'll be there later. Just tell me you're already there, yeah]
[Ready.]
Hhmmm, I don't know what to give Della a reason for later. Go alone in the middle of the day, without clarity. To lie? Cannot be. Enough of that stupid act happened when I met Andre at the college library. That is, I had to get out without Della's knowledge.
An hour passed without feeling. I've prepared in a casual and casual suit. Quite standard for the size of a regular sightseeing event. At least it won't raise any more suspicion if you cross paths with Della.
[I've reached the front of the alley, Lya. You're ready, right?]
Andre sent a message. I directly reply.
[Good. I'm all set. Wait there for a minute.]
[Okay.]
I slowly opened the door. Then step slowly. Sneaking for a while behind the wall, while paying attention to the situation around the room. No figure of the girl was found. Continue down the stairs one by one carefully. Until passing the middle room where Della was relaxing on the sofa. Blank. There's nobody there. Safe.
The front door is closed. The figure of Om Bram that I initially believed was in the front there too, equally invisible. When I closed the door, I walked as fast as I could through the gate. The two men did not know of my departure.
“Sorry a bit long, Ndre. Understandably must be extra careful exit,” I said as soon as arriving at the destination.
Hhmmm, Om Bram again!
“Tak nothing, Alya. I'm even happy, finally you want to be invited to go with me,” said Andre while watching me, dressed in tight-wrapped jeans.
“See what, anyway, Ndre?” I felt uncomfortable with that man's gaze. She smiled, then replied, “You are so beautiful, Lya.”
“Ndon't have to seduce, deh. Or we don't make it the way?” mencamku when honestly really like with praise Andre. It means that there is a strong capital to captivate Om Bram with my face.
Yeah, god! Bram again! Bram again!
“Eh, don't get canceled, dong! Come on, let's go,” exclaimed Andre asked me to ride his bike immediately. “This, use a helmet for the protection of your head area, Lya.” He thrust out a tiny pink helmet. “Helm it was deliberately chosen for you, Alya.”
I smile. Andre helped put it on my head. “Thank you, Ndre.”
“Where? Fit and comfortable, no?” Andre wanted to make sure first. “It is fitting, kok,” I replied briefly.
“OK, now we go, yes,” said Andre gave the code so I could get ready. “Grain to my waist.”
“Do not speed, you know, Ndre.”
“Take it easy. I take it easy, really. The important thing is we both arrived at the destination safely.”
“Where are we going?”
“You have a good idea, good we go where?”
“Yes, it's up to you. Kan, you're the one who skipped.”
Andre laughed a little. “How about we go to pelaminan?”
“Andre, ih!” I pinched his waist small until the young man grimaced in pain. “Aduh ... sick, Alya,” Andre said.
“Part of you, anyway,” reply me accompanied by a smile.
Andre immediately started the motor. Slowly we left the place.
Oh, geez! I just realized. Just pinched the little guy. Accompanied by the heat that radiates on this face. Smile too. Is that all I am now?
Yeah, God! Don't let this heart double, Lord. This man in front of me has indeed shown his love. Not like the mysterious Om Bram. Is it possible that one day it will fail to accept Andre as a future companion?
Slowly, I hugged the man from behind. The wind along the way.
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The speed of the motor vehicle slowed down, then turned into the parking area. A large and magnificent shopping center in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the city.
"What are we going to do, Ndre?" I got off the bike. Andre smiled, helping to take off my headgear, then opened his own helmet. "We eat first, yuk," the young man took after securing the vehicle. "Therefore, whatever. Want to watch or—."
"Yes, already. Let's eat first, deh," I cut. Andre raised an eyebrow, then said, "Okay. We're looking for a good place, yeah."
He looks so bright and passionate. Occasionally trying to reach this arm, but at the same time kutepis takzim. It doesn't have to be like that. We're just friends, right?
"I'm sorry" Andre said as soon as he got a rejection. His face lit up instantly. Shame or anger. "spontaneous only. I .... "
"We eat there. How, Ndre?" I switched the conversation. Just describe the atmosphere suddenly stiff. "OKAY. There is also a varied menu and quite tasty," said Andre without looking at me.
"You come here often?" my investigation only meant to increase the duration of the conversation. "Every once. With friends. You alone, Lya?" He asked back. This time with a momentary glance. I'm shaking. "Why? You rarely go out of the house?"
I don't want to answer.
Honestly, during my stay with Om Bram's family, I rarely hang out like other young people. Della herself is a home girl. What he needed, almost everything was available. Om Bram, especially. The man prefers to spend his work holiday by staying at home. Unless you're on out-of-town service, I don't know. Only, in two weeks he often went for three to four days. Work, Della said.
...SERIATE...
