BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 30

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 30...

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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.

"I'm not comfortable in a crowd like this, Ndre. That is why she often refused Della's invitation to leave the house. Except to go to college," I told a lie.

"just fine. On campus you both prefer to spend time in the library room" Andre said.

We entered an open culinary space. Without a barrier such as a dining area at the airport. Many lined empty chairs in front of the store provider of various types of food.

"O, yes. What do you want to order?" asked Andre as soon as we sat facing each other on the front row. Open-open briefly the menu list sheet on the table. "It's just you, huh, Ndre. The name of the food here is not so familiar to me," I replied as I put the caricature back.

"Kalo fried chickpea, how about?" bargain Andre. My forehead wrinkled. "What's that?"

"A type of processed chickpeas or long beans fried that, deh," replied the young man after thinking for a moment. "Bunch stir fry?" I tried to guess. Andre grinned, then said, "That's what it's like."

"Just chickpeas?" I'm rattled. A place to eat as big and as great as this, it turns out to provide processed commonly found in boxed rice packages. Does it taste the same as a besek?

"There are other ingredients depending on taste. Squid fish, checkered beef, chicken milk, or mushroom for vegetarians. Suitable for people who want to maintain ideal body weight. Low levels of fat, and non-cholesterol. You're not a vegetarian, are you, Lya?" asked Andre after a long time explaining. I'm shaking. "I'm omnivorous."

"Oh, thank goodness. So it's not too hard to find the menu here, yeah." The young man chuckled.

"There's Jengkol sweet sauce, ndak, Ndre?"

Andre gawking. "What the hell?"

"Jengkol stew."

Andre coughing. It was almost a laugh he broke and gushed profusely his saliva. "eehmmm. I don't think there is, deh," the young man replied after trying to control himself. "But if you want, we'll just find another place to eat that menu."

"Ndakn't. Just here." I'm disappointed. "Really?" Andre wants to make sure. "Yes, Ndre," I said.

"OKAY. I ordered a roast chicken, too, yeah. Same drink .. ice tea."

"May also."

"Thai tea or lemon tea?"

"Dude, slob!"

"What's orange?"

"That was the drink you called first."

I'm nodding. "Oh, I thought that was .... "

"Ah, stop. Don't discuss it," Andre said while flirting around. "Rice cake, huh? Wait a minute, I'll get you there."

Without waiting for my answer, Andre rushed towards the nearest tavern.

'It feels better at home to eat rice padang. The fruit is just amazing. Especially the neighbor, ' I said in my heart.

While waiting for Andre to return, I opened the phone screen. Check some notifications. Just a regular message. Necessary chats from WAG campus, school alumni from Elementary to SLTA, and my college classes. No message from Della or Om Bram.

So far the two of them, must not have known about my departure. I don't know what I'm doing at home.

Honestly, anyway. It was so nice to call Om Bram. What he is doing, where he is, what he wants, or maybe why he is different today. The bay! Shouldn't I be making small talk like that? It will only embarrass. Childishs. Dorky. But I .. missed him.

Goddamnit! Where, the hell, are you, Bram?

"Food is coming!" andre suddenly came.

"Eh, you. Just surprise me, Ndre."

"Come ... You daydream again, huh?" canda Andre while offering my order earlier. "Think of Della, right? Take it easy, I'll talk later if he's raging."

"What, anyway? I'm thinking about Om .... " My words stopped. Andre looked at me sharply. "Omm? Om who? Om you? Or maybe Om Bram is Della's papa?"

"Om I'm in the village, Ndre!" I hurriedly replied. Andre nodded with round lips. "Oohhhh!"

"Where is it healthy for you?" andre asked. "Ndon't know. Long lost contact with him. Since my move to this city for college," I lied.

A lie? How many lies? Lately, so it's often dishonest. Especially with Della. I hate that habit the most. Has this self mutated into a hypocritical human being? Since long. Precisely when this love began to bloom, in a male figure named Bramanditya. Slowly but surely, he made me change. Dazed, stupid, crazy, liars, and often fainted.

So heavy was the inner torment I often received. Trying to refrain from looking cheap, in front of the man in his forties more. Although sometimes lost control if the embers of this romance begin to flare up. Instead, the human aura can make this body does not function normally. It doesn't make sense. But that's what happened. What's wrong with me?

Unfortunately, my time is wasted. Can only continue to hope, without daring to act. Careful, respectful, warm loving, cold, mysterious, charismatic, even always memorable hot daddy. It's all in Om Bram.

As long as I've known her, I've never heard of her having a special relationship with a woman. Since the death of Mamah Della, Om Bram has long enjoyed his solitude. Hhmmm, which man is willing to endure like that. Mapan, single, handsome accompanied by a different physical form from most native men. What kind of opponent would not melt if he fell in his arms. Me included.

Hhmmm, I'm sure Om Bram is a normal guy. The proof, born the figure of a Della, because of him, right? Then especially? Do I need to lure his passion to doubt this evaporates instantly, if Om Bram is not AC-DC.

Yeah, I need to be more aggressive. Flirtatious. Spoiled. Transparently. If necessary, Mr. Bram will ....

"You, what, don't eat, Lya?" Andre's voice surprised me. "Eh, yes. I have to pray before I eat. I'm sorry," I said as soon as I enjoyed the meal on the table.

"That long?" Andre was astonished. "hey are. Women are longer than men. Therefore, you must be diligent in maintaining stamina," I replied origin.

Andre's forehead wrinkled. His eyebrows go up next door. "What does prayer have to do with stamina?"

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