BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 39

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 39...

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Andre looked around the house. "Sir Bram and Della aren't home, are they?" I'm nodding. "I'm afraid there's a demon between us."

I pat the young man's arm. He cited our chatter in the cinema yesterday. "It could be you, Ndre."

"Kan, you're the one who taught."

I just smiled wryly.

"Yes, already. I'm leaving, yes, Lya," Andre said as he walked away. I noticed the figure that started to move away.

"Now!"

Andre stop. Turned around, and looked at me. 

I don't know why, I suddenly want to cry. Can't take it anymore. From that moment it was so explosive.

"Alya .... " Andre came running over. "What's wrong with you?"

"Now!" I screamed while hugging the young man.

"Alya .. You cry? Yeah, God!" Andre hugged me back. "What's this?"

I don't want to answer. His chest felt increasingly narrow and tight. "Don't hug me too tightly, Ndre."

"Why?"

"I'm having a hard time breathing. Stiffness, know!"

"Oohh," said Andre while loosening his grip. "Sorry."

Thank goodness, it's a little relieved now. "Bring me wherever you like, Ndre. I don't want to live in this house anymore."

Andre's stunned. "Why, Lya?"

I'm shaking. "It feels like it's not up to you. I want to go far."

"City .... "

"Ni."

"Hhhmmmffft, A-aly-a, uh!"

"Why are you too?" 

Andre's breath gasping. "My face .. this."

Kulepas hug. Look at the young man's face. Redden like a boiled crab. "You're whining?"

 Andre shakes. "No. Your chest tightens my chest."

"Ih ... !!!"

Andre brought the face closer, with trembling lips. Getting closer and getting closer.

"Andre?"

I'm still glued. 

Andre brought the face closer, with trembling lips. Getting closer and getting closer.

"Andre?" I'm backing away. But the young man continued to hunt, and he whispered, "You .. love Mr. Bram, don't you, Lya?"

I'm still glued. This chest is back. What a taste it is. Only crying can answer.

"Yes, geez ... Alya! You're right to fall in love with that man." Andre grabbed me, rubbed my back, and tried to calm me down. "You don't have to answer, Lya. From your cries, I have understood everything. You do love him."

I don't know why, I suddenly want to cry harder. Even if necessary, it was rolling on the ground, rolling around in such a way, to illustrate how much I was suffering right now.

"Andre!" I spilled the wedge that had been held, in the arms of the young man. "I can't forget it, Ndre. I'm disappointed that she prefers other women over me. In fact, all Om Bram's advice I've done." My crying is becoming.

"Saran?" Andre asked in surprise, "what's the suggestion?" He let go of a hug. I looked at him sharp and curious.

"I can't eat fatty foods, fried foods, sea food, and others. Om Bram said, I must be able to maintain an ideal body," I said between tears. Andre smiled wryly with his eyes twisting upwards. "I think, Om Bram likes me. Even .... "

"Otherwise?" Andre looked back at me sharply. Kepo, definitely. "Even more so, Lya?"

"What the hell, anyway, Lya?" Andre is curious.

Not answering immediately, I looked around. Worried that there were other eyes and ears, it was lurking. Especially minors.

"See what, anyway, you?" Andre also looked at the situation around. "So what did you say? Om Bram ever say anything to you, Lya?"

I'm shaking. "Ndak, Ndre. Me ... I .... "

Andre's eyes grew with a gaping mouth. "You and Mr. Bram never .... " The young man raised both arms, bowed his palms face to face, then lifted them down several times.

"Whatis that? What do you mean, Ndre?" I don't get it. The young man was upset.

"Look!" said Andre while showing a thumb clap, between the index finger and middle finger.

"That's it ... What do you mean, huh?" I'm trying to translate the code that Andre showed me. Still punctuated by sobs.

"O, ****! What the hell am I doing?" He cursed himself.

"Ndre, I don't understand what you mean! Would you mind telling me the truth, please?" I was also upset to see the young man's behavior.

Andre is closing his face. Spontaneous I avoid. The insolent! In this sad moment, he still had time to take advantage to kiss me.

"Sir Bram ... ever fucked you, Lya?" andre finally whispered. Almost landed her long nose on my cheek. Fortunately not. But another effect, some splashes of young boy's mouth about my face.

"Ih ... !!!" I rubbed it with the back of my hand, with no interest in smelling it. "What do you think I am a girl? I'm a human, Ndre. Not bed!" I said then back to kejer.

Andre smelled a smile. Both cheeks until bubbling like the neck of a river bank frog. Maybe I'm holding back a laugh or something. Just one word to me, 'Bodo is so!'

"I'm sorry, I think it's like that, Lya." Andre rubbed my arm. "Then, what did Mr. Bram ever do with you?"

I didn't answer. My crying still persists.

"I'm sorry, if you don't answer, don't answer. I get it, kok, kamu—"

"You don't have feelings, Andre!"

"I? Oh, I'm sorry, Lya. Sorry .... "

"I am sad again! At least your voice don't yell that way! I'm, right, getting sadder, you know?"

Andre bit his own lips, accompanied by a long sigh. His nostrils until the fireworks. Pissed off? Might as well. Either because of my attitude or the question is not answered.

"Yes, already. I'm sorry" said Andre, pulling me into the house. "Now, we're talking inside. It's better, than outside the neighbor's eyes. At least in the fridge there's cold water, right?"

"You thirsty?"

Andre smiled faintly. "Ehehehe .. There are ice cubes too, right? Ehehehe .. I suddenly craved. Want to shake the ice block too, Lya."

"Weird man! Ice, really, eaten?" I said while sobbing.

"Ehehe .. thank goodness. It's normal." Andre back to.

"You?"

"Yes, it's me, dong. Not you, Lya. Ehehe." The young man rubbed his face a few times, then continued to throw a goat smile at me.

I'm looking for a house key in the bag for a moment. As soon as the knob was turned, the door leaf immediately opened. "Lho .. What, not locked?"

"What really?" asked Andre while peeking inside the house. "Well, don't-don't .... "

"Don't you, what, Ndre?" I'm asking along. "You check, deh. I'm scared."

"Same. Me too," replied Andre shuddering.

"Ih, being a man, whoa, a coward?"

"I'm afraid of ghosts, Lya."

"You're this. Bule, really, scared."

Andre. "I'm a European crossbreed, Lya. But my soul's a local gene."

"Hishe!"

Still a little left sobs, I cast slowly into the house. Followed by Andre. Stalked at me from behind. "Your ass is good, too, Lyah. Abis bush!"

DUK!

I lift my heels quickly. Right about the young man's shin in the back.

"Uhh!" jeremy Andre.

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