BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 3

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 3...

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I smile. Embarrassed? Might as well. Because the library room, for me, is the right means to seek additional knowledge, in addition to being a place to divert hunger at rest. Lunch is taboo. Ordinary, the efficiency of living costs of indecosants during settling abroad.

"I'm looking for paper materials to do my coursework, Ma'am. Uh, Del," I replied with an excuse. A little regretful for first calling a new person by his name directly.

"It looks like you're gape (smart) too, Lya. In the classroom you are the most outstanding student" said Della. Staring at me sharply. As if he was skinning all over this body with a bias incision of his eyeball.

"Ah, not so, Del. It's normal, really." Suddenly my face was hot. "Mbak Del is also looking for paper material?"

Della smiled wryly. "Dizziness me, Lya. My brain can not be invited to compromise if already ngadepin this one course. Rempong .. You know what?"

"That's why Ms Del slammed books and pencils onto the table earlier?" I suddenly wanted to tease her.

"From earlier you've been watching me?" Not a snarling or fierce tone, but rather a feeling of shame so the material attention for his actions, I thought.

"Sorry, Mrs Del. Not intentionally."

"Mbak Del ... Mbak Del ... " said Della imitating my greeting just now. "Well I said don't call me 'take'. How about, anyway, you?"

"Woy! It's noisy!" one of the library visitors gave a warning.

"Sorry!" della replied while scowling. "Eh, lunch, yuk. I'm sure you haven't eaten, have you?" bring the girl to me.

Thinking for a moment, I said, "Thank you, Del. I'm just here. Still looking for the material."

Della forced. "Udah! Come, eat. I treat you, deh. Just calm down."

"Not that problem, but .... "

"The wind cannot be denied, Nope! Let's go!" Della pulled my arm. Forced according. Following the girl's steps towards the cafeteria room. "It's it's pesen himself, deh. Whatever," Della said as soon as she arrived at her destination.

"I .... "

"Don't think about lamhay. I paid for it!" Della's laughter returned. This time no one will protest. All are free to speak out loud, unlike when in the library room earlier.

"I have money, too, Del. You can pay for it yourself" I said trying to diplomacy. " ... Or I'll pay for your food too, enough money."

Della laughs. "Yes, I believe you have money, Cuy. But I have a responsibility because I brought you here. Okay?"

"It's up to you, Deh, Del."

"Well, so, dong. It's better, right?"

Strange, almost at every end of the conversation, Della always laughed. Maybe his character is like that. Cheerful. Far from the haughty impression that I had been expecting.

"Come on, dong!" One heavy voice came on the sidelines of our lunch. Belongs to a young male perlente with an oriental-climbed face. Similar to telenovela stars that often adorn the television screen some time ago. Andre, that's the name I know about him. Still a classmate but never once had a direct conversation like now.

"Gapain you're here? Other places are still a lot of empty, "soon Della fierce.

"Yes, I want it here. While worrying about you, Del," replied Andre teasing Della.

"More or less like that," Andre replied continued with his laughter. For a moment the man's eyes glanced at me. "Elu both ... now .. temenan?"

I looked at Della.

"Likes guelah. What's your business using it? Like an infotainment journalist, you know, "Della's answer is still a fierce tone.

Andre laughs. "They are called .... "

"Alya," I replied after a while waiting for Andre to mention a name.

"Yes, Alya. The Javanese girl who snukos in the Slipi area, right?" Andre tried to guess. Della and I looked at each other.

"Kok, you know what?" ask Della for wonder. "You really live there, Lya?" I'm nodding.

"Gue, right, go there often. That's Alex's boarding place. That's why I know," replied Andre while plucking food on Della's plate. The girl immediately brushed it off.

"Scoo you!"

Andre.

Then the conversation just went on. Relaxing full of familiarity. At that time I started to know Della, as well as Andre.

The friendship between us is strongly bonded. Especially me with Della. Almost every campus area, never far from each other. He asked for help with college work. I'm glad to do. Even several times the girl deliberately visited the boarding place, just sharing the curhatan. Sleeping and eating together is not unusual.

At the same time, as I became more familiar with Della, Andre secretly did the same thing. A greeting of pleasantries until the invitation to go for a walk together was often revealed. I feel there is more attention from that Spanish crossbreed man to me, than there is to Della. I don't know if it's just a feeling or if it's true. What is clear, the bias of Della's eyes every time he met Andre also looks different. Likey? I don't know. While behind this chest there is no sense at all to Andre, except just think of him as an ordinary friend.

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"Cuy, you're staying at home in this rented?" della asked one day while playing to my boarding house.

I glanced for a moment while tidying up the clothes that had just been lifted from the clothesline. The girl looked around the room measuring 4X4 meters plus a narrow kitchen space. Can only be entered by one person.

"I'm used to living a simple life, Del. For me, no problem even having to live anywhere," I replied casually. "After all, this is the cheapest contract I can land here. It's good to learn to live frugally."

Della. "Which I ask you don't feel at home?"

"Lumayan at home, Del."

"Hhmm ... How much do you pay for a month?" ask Della back.

I took a breath for a moment. "Not more expensive than your pocket money a month. Hehe."

Della smiled wryly. "With the MCK facility together outside that room?"

I'm nodding.

"Crazy! Must have been you used to hang out with the next room occupants, huh?" Della shook her head a few times.

"That means I have to wake up early if I don't want to go. Easy, anyway?" my answer was accompanied by a slow laugh.

Della only responds with a grin of her wit. After a moment of silence, the girl said, "When you want, you can stay with me. Free, Cuy. I am at home."

I stopped the activity, looking at Della who was playing the phone. "You mean?"

Della turned her eyes towards me. "Yes, move. Stay in my house," he replied in a cuey style. "Gue, right, the only child. One time, often left out of town. If so, I most ask to be managed by my next-door neighbor, Bi Mamas. He's the one I often need help with."

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