BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 35
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 35...
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"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?"
Om Bram nodded. I gladly obeyed, until the rest of the pieces of cake in this hand were gone.
"You again, Om?"
"No. Thank you, Alya. That's enough."
Too bad. Though I still want to enjoy the jaw movement when busy chewing.
"Yes!"
"Yes, Om."
"Gue called you, Cuy!" jolt Della on the side. I'm flabbergasted. "Oh, you, Del. Sorry."
"Hhmmm," murmured Andre. Om Bram glanced at the young man, accompanied by a grin.
Della handed me a package. Like I've seen it. "It's a gift from me and Papah to you."
"What is this, Del?"
"Open it!"
A beautiful dress. Blue and soft. Definitely expensive. The fabric and the model, you know!
"It's like a dress for the condangan, Del," I said after opening and looking at it intact. "Indeed!" della replied loudly.
"Would we like to attend a wedding?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"When?"
"Front month."
"Whose wedding?"
Della glanced at Om Bram. "My father, Cuy."
"What?" Almost the dress I was holding came off. "Are you serious?"
Della nodded. "Seriously dong, Cuy. Papah will soon be married to Aunt Cassandra."
"Auntie Cassandra? Office secretary Om Bram?" My heart suddenly thumped. Followed by the vibration of the legs, as well as this body. Like an endless dream. "Why do I know now?"
Om Bram took a deep breath, then helped answer, "Actually it's been a long time, I've been in a relationship with Cassandra. Long before Alya lived with us. In fact, Della herself was not long ready and allowed me to remarry. Sorry, if we both just told Alya this now."
"You're happy, aren't you, we're gonna have another Mom, Cuy?" ask Della enthusiastically.
I can't answer. These lips suddenly felt faint. Dry throat. The sound disappeared too. It's definitely not a sign of deep heat, is it? But ....
"Alya!"
That's the only sound I could hear. After that, it turned pitch-black.
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I opened my eyes slowly with a heavy feeling that was still lingering on my head. Samar inhales a familiar, pungent aroma filling the nasal cavity. Then, there was the look of his face around the view area.
“Well, Alya is awake!” della's voice pierced her ear. “Pocket! Awayin her socks, Ndre!”
‘Kaos feet?’ I thought I instantly felt nauseous when that shadow of a leg wrapper was present in the imagination room. “You suck!” my grumbling once the gates of the conscious mind have opened intact. “Kaos your feet, yes, Ndre?”
Andre chuckled to himself. “Sorry, Yes. It was told by Della.”
THE PLAQUE!
The young man's shoulder was on Della's cloth. “Sick, Del,” connect Andre while grimacing. “Camel you kayak chick!” the girl grumbled, grumbling. Then he approached me. Sitting on the side, while stomping on the legs. “Why, anyway, every time Papah deket, you faint just, Cuy? Do you have a taste of me?”
Woah, why did Della suddenly ask like that? Perhaps he has been suspicious of my behavior all this time? Lothawat!
As fast as lightning I rise. Sitting together while looking into Della's eyes. “What feeling? I've always thought of Om Bram as my own parent. Wasn't he himself the one who wanted to make me an adopted son? Is that wrong, Del?”
“But what I see from your attitude bokap me, not like that, Cuy,” kilah Della half probing. “Elu no longer mgebokis, ‘kan?”
“Yes, end. Why do I lie,” I said I had to lie for the umpteenth time. “Again, I fainted because I had previously felt unwell, since the delivery of Andre earlier. Yeah, right, Ndre?” ask me to ask for a defense from the man half bule. Andre nodded. “Tuh, see for yourself, ‘kan? Where could I lie to you, Del.”
Crazy indeed. Gradually, my behavior has become more and more inattentive. It used to be so anti-lying, especially against Della. Now, it's become a daily waste. The reason is only one; it is forced.
True according to the saying, ‘Lies will continue to be born, to cover up the lies of the past’. Uh, so, yeah, it sounds?
Della snorts. “So you, deh, Lya. I love you too much. So, I ask you not to be so dry you lie to me. Better to be honest even if it will make me disappointed.”
Duh, Della's serious apparently. Not as usual. What's up, anyway? Don't-don't be jealous of me walking with Andre?
“You yourself also lied to me, Del.” I don't want to lose.
“What lie?” Della tickles.
“Say you hate Andre. Kok, even cooperation toying with me, anyway?”
“That said hate him, who?” Della niggles. “Gue just want to keep your distance to him.”
“Lho, why?” my fanc.
Back Della snorted. “Udah, no need to discuss. I males kayak like this,” spray girl is fierce. Then turned around, looking at Andre who was standing behind him. “Elu again!”
“Why me? If you want to nag, sono continued ama Alya. Don't take me,” said Andre inching back to see Della's eyeball glint.
The girl widened her eyes. “Ngapain you're still in my house? It's, isn't it, it's almost malemic! It's in the girls room anyway!”
“Lho, the bopong Alya from the bottom to here, right, I. If not me, then who? Mr Bram? Can be longer, dong, duration of the stings,” said Andre accompanied by annoying oddity.
“Your task is done. Go home now!” sentak Della fierce. Andre took a step back. “But I want to talk first ama Alya, Del. A minute,” pinta Andre.
“Go home!”
“Five minutes, huh, Del. I promise.”
“Go home!” della's snarl gets louder.
“Del, relax, dong. Don't scream so,” I said trying to calm down.
“Elu shut up first, Lya. I want to take care of this installment boy,” exclaimed Della while pointing her index finger at me.
Yeah, God! What's up, anyway, with Della? Why is everything like this?
“Gue says, go home now, Andre!”
“Iya, I'm home,” reply Andre later. Slowly staring.
Suddenly Om Bram appears from the doorway of the room. “What's up, anyway, dear? How come, yelling like that?” he looked at the three of us.
Om Bram? Huh! That guy. Suddenly tired of seeing it. I turned this view in the opposite direction. Decorated in such a sour look. Who knows, he's approaching. Then ask, ‘What's up, Alya? How, his face is that? You're angry with Om?’
Waiting for a long time, he did not immediately enter the room as well. You son of a bitch! Hhhmmm, I pray that Om Bram will not be a match with Aunt Cassandra.
...SERIATE...
