BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 34

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 34...

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Om Bram lit a candle, then said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't actually memorize Alya's date of birth. Della told me two days ago. This is all her plan."

"Really, Del?" I still can't believe it. "Including Om Bram's attitude today?"

Della nodded. "Sorry, I'm perfect for you, Cuy. Impaired, impromptu. I don't know what to do."

Ah, I can only breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, the mystery of Om Bram has been solved. Apparently that's what he's planning. Sucks. But what about last night? Does that include pretense?

Suddenly Andre greeted me, saying, "Congratulations, yes, Lya. I don't know if it's your birthday. Sorry, I haven't—"

"Stop your bullshit, Ndre!" sahut Della interrupted. I looked at the girl and Andre. Is there any more of this?

"What's empty, anyway?" many wonder. "You guys are planning something?"

Andre smiled wryly. "I'm sorry, Lya. I was also part of Della's plan."

"You mean?"

Andre glanced at Della for a moment. "Della and Mr. Bram already know, if you."

"Including our meeting there?" The more clear now the meaning of the events that I experienced all day. Andre nodded slowly. "Yes, Mr. Bram and Della were there first, before we came."

"Yes, God! Andre!" I almost screamed. "So ... You all conspired to play me?"

"Sorry, Alya. It's Della's idea, really," Andre said as if feeling guilty.

Inevitably, all those annoying occurrences had been designed in such a way by them. On the other hand I felt relieved, yet felt ridiculous. Really made a fool.

Om Bram rubbed my shoulders, softly, saying, "Here you go, Alya. It's important now that you know, right? I don't have a problem with you." The man nodded.

"Ih, Om Bram is evil," I cried while lashing out spoiled the chest of Om Bram's field. Flamboyant's close embrace. Buried this face until the tightness hit.

Yeah, God! My blood is beating fast. I know this isn't the first, but why is this feeling always the same. That hug doesn't mean a father's love for his child. There was a mystery tremble jolting behind that chest.

"Now close your eyes. Whisper your desires in your heart, then blow this candle immediately. Eventually, the melts mixed with the cake, Lya," said Om Bram asking me to immediately release the hug.

O, yes. I forget. Della and Andre are here. I wanted to stay longer in the man's arms. Listening to his every heartbeat, as well as a burning breath.

"City .... "

"Yes, Om?"

"The candle, Lya," said Om Bram reminded.

Ah, just awakened. Immediately release the embrace, with a hot face blushing. "Oh, yes. Sorry."

I closed my eyes, continued to pray in my heart, 'Yes, Lord! If only I were destined to be with this man in front of me, please .. turn his heart and eyes only to me. If not, keep directing. To me. Not on the other. Yes ... God, huh? Please! I really like him. Then, is not the door of the woman next to him, to accept me as his substitute. Let us live in peace as a mother-daughter, as well as a true friend. End of trouble, right, even though we're the same age? Keep—'

"Uhuk! Uhuk!"

I opened my eyes for a moment. Della twirled her eyes upwards, while Andre whistled small while sweeping the other direction. Om Bram? The man smiled, as usual.

I continued to pray with my eyes closed, 'I know this is a very difficult choice. I have a child I never had and I was born. In fact, even before that process, I had never felt it. So, give it a chance with the man I meant earlier. About Bram. I beg on—'

"Ohuk!"

"Ehem! Ehem!"

'The two of them have not yet felt how terrible it is to fall in love. Being close to the person you dream of at all times, but there is never any clarity. As a lover or a child, am I for him? I'm confused, yes, God! I—'

"Any! Very long, anyway?" grouse Della.

I opened my eyes again, looking at the girl. "Amijin!"

"Finally .." murmured Andre while rubbing his face.

Della immediately put the cake in her hand. "Inflatable hunting, Cuy! The candles are almost abis, here! My hands are tight!"

Yeah, God! The candle on the cake left a quarter. Long time prayer I said.

"Lya, let's blow it" said Om Bram accompanied by his trademark smile. "Yes, Om," I said. A moment later, the flame of the candle had been extinguished by this loud mouth blowing.

"Cut the cake, Cuy," said Della with a crisp voice. "First cut you love the most loving person."

'What?' I'm appalled. 'Should it be, Del?'

"Cut the cake, Alya! Why even dumbass?" Della's voice returned.

Yeah, God! I'd love to give the first piece of this cake to Om Bram. But I don't want to arouse suspicion. Both Della and Andre.

Damnit damnit! Why, after all, should there be such a rule? It doesn't have to, does it, mean it like that? But it is also good, this opportunity is used for ....

"Alya?" Andre was surprised once he received the first piece of cake, I gave it to him. "You .... "

"Thank you for your kindness today, Ndre. You are so kind" I said slowly. I wish there was a jealous look at the owner of brown eyes next to Della. "This is for you, Ndre."

Ah, what I expected was not what I wanted. Om Bram seems ordinary. The man smiled coldly. Hhmmm, maybe pretend to be stoic. It could be that he is busy with jealousy. The proof, he looked cynically at Andre. Basic men!

"The second cake I gave to you, Del," I said as I gave the piece of cake, immediately fed to Della's mouth.

"So you don't love me, do you, Cuy?" whispered Della in my ear. I said with the same treatment, "You don't see, how do I give it to you, Del?"

"Feed me?"

I smile. "Because, you are the person I love the most .. "I said, then continued in my heart, ' .. after your own papah, Del. He is the most precious to me among the three of you.'

It's Om Bram's turn. I briefly held the third piece that was still in hand. Looking at the man for a long time, he said, "Om, let Alya feed Om. This is a sign of Alya's devotion to the person who has been considered as his own parents. Thank you for all the kindness Om has given Alya. Om ready?"

"Of course, Lya," replied Om Bram. "Do it." This man's voice was slightly choked. Either overwhelmed or there are other hidden feelings. Hopefully, anyway, he's jealous.

"Sorry, yes, Om." I'm going to take Om Bram slowly. Enjoying every movement of the mouth was chewing the cake given. Remember when his lips touched my lips gently, last night. During that time, these eyes were looking at each other. "Want again, Om?"

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