BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 31

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 31...

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"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?"

"Haha?" Shock me. "What were you doing, Ndre?"

"O, my God, Lya!" Andre patted his own forehead. "Why are you, anyway? I asked, You haven't eaten your food!"

Oh, tha. I replied, "Alright. Now, let's eat."

"I'm one-third finished, Lya. One ya, you haven't."

"h-huh. I-I'm eating now," I said with a shy grin. Andre shaking.

"You're still thinking about Della, aren't you?" search for the young white man. "Worried she'd be mad, because you secretly walked with me. I do, don't I?"

"Don't talk about it, Ndre. I'm busy" I replied as I chewed on fried chickpeas. "Busy what? You're eating, really," protested Andre somewhat annoyed.

"Either that. I want to compare this food ... euumm .. stir-fry metropolitan chickpeas with processed mustache-style chickpeas like in my village."

Andre laughs.

"Is something funny?" I was surprised to hear the thunder.

Andre quickly stopped his laughter. "Sorry, I'm out of control. Love you, huh, Lya. Hehe. Continue eating it."

A moment later, we were silent. Focus on filling the stomach, enjoying food until it runs out.

"Where? It's delicious, isn't it?" Andre smiled looking at me. "Lumayan. Just slightly. Less mecin," I answered honestly.

"Next time I will take you around the city, all hunting local snacks. More delicious and exciting, of course," Andre promised after sipping a cold drink.

"Where are we going now?" I'm getting ready to move. "How about a movie, yuk. As far as I know, today there is a new movie screening schedule," said Andre.

"Bollywood Movies. India. TARA MERE BHARI HARESSE SARE. The actor is cool to have, you know," said Andre. This young man is a huge fan of Hindustani films.

"Who?"

"David Khan's. Cool, right?"

"Oohh, it's up to you, deh."

We also hurried to leave the dining room. Walk along with slow steps. I don't know why, this time I didn't try to dodge when Andre was holding an arm. It led me to a place on the top floor.

Ah, just let him touch me. May intend to protect, from the urging of visitors who walk from the opposite direction. Occasionally it must walk sideways, so that these shoulders do not collide with their bodies.

Suddenly, my steps stopped. Look fixed at a single point of direction, with eyes and mouth wide open. The heart was pounding, followed by a blood flow that was pumped profusely inside the head.

"Come, go, Lya. Why stop?" sahut Andre tried to pull my hand.

I remained silent, unable to move. Like being firmly fixed to the floor. Wanted to answer, but these lips froze hard.

"Come, Lya," take Andre back. "Why are you, anyway?"

"Della and Mr. Bram .." murmured Andre once recognized the two people.

Yeah, it was them. Om Bram and Della. Why is it here? What do? I don't know. Baffled. Unable to speak. Except this body shake is getting felt. Accompanied by a shower of cold sweat flowing profusely flooded the body.

I ... I .. suddenly feel scared.

Om Bram and Della approached us. While I was still standing, unable to move. Shaking cold sweat.

"Om .. "my broom slowly as the man approached. "Della .... "

Bram looked at me sharply. A small grin thrust out momentarily on his lips. "Alya," said the flamboyant figure coldly. "What are you doing here?"

Ah, it feels like my body is shaking more and more. Shocks struck at the base of the right arm. Repetitively. "Alya," Andre said as he patted the shoulder several times. I'm turning. Instantly conscious, the clap was apparently the cause of the shakes.

"What, Ndre?" I'm in shock. "Sir Bram is you" replied the young man. I looked up in surprise, then asked, "What's the matter?"

Andre shook his head, continuing to pat himself on the forehead. Without being asked, he had to answer Om Bram's question himself, "Sorry, sir. I took Alya's way, without Father's permission."

"I don't ask you, Young Man," replied Om Bram coldly.

Andre gasp. "Oh, yeah, yeah? Once again .. I'm sorry." Bram snorted loudly.

"That's what happened to Alya?" This time Della asked.

"That's what I can answer, right?" Andre hesitates. Della snorted, directly spraying ferociously, "Well, that's it. Which I ask, you! Not Alya!"

Andre. Bummer. "Yes, I'm the one who skipped. Just eat watching. It's okay, isn't it, Del?"

Della instead looked at me and Andre, with curly lips.

"Rel ... Om ... sorry Alya. It's totally unplanned, really. Really. The oath!" I said chimed in. "It was just Alya .... "

"This is what Andre's called, isn't it, Lya?" Om Bram cut speech. I nodded slowly.

The fluffy brown eyes looked at Andre from the bottom to the ends of the hair.

"O, yes. Until I forget, sir." Andre reached out his palm to Om Bram. "Include me, I'm Andre. Alya's college friend."

"I know."

"Know where, sir? We've never met, have we?"

"I only know your name, Young Man. Alya once told me," replied Om Bram flatly. Andre gawking. "O, huh?" He glanced at me for a moment. "Kok, Alya never told me if I had been told the same father?"

"What good is Alya's story about you to my boke?" sela Della fierce. "Don't caper, deh, you!"

Andre scratched his head. "Eh, yeah, yeah?"

"Geer you!"

"Del, I'm sorry." I look at Della with regret. "It's completely out of our plans. I thought .. You and Om weren't home. Suddenly, Andre took me outside. I had no choice but to go for a walk and find some entertainment. It's not wrong, is it?"

Bram and Della look at each other. "You're an adult, Lya. Free to wherever you like," said Om Bram sage. Then Della said, "But at least you can tell me, if you want to go anywhere, Lya. Especially her!" show the girl to Andre.

"Del," Om Bram reminded. He rubbed his daughter's shoulder. Della says, "No, Pah. Della has said to Alya, if Della does not like Alya deket-deket same Andre."

"Della, honey." Om Bram poking. The girl snorted annoyedly.

"I'm sorry, Del. I'm khilaf," I said softly. Want to come closer and hug, but can't. These frozen feet are fused with the floor.

Andre chose silence.

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