BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 4

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 4...

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I'm starting to think, but it's like trying to reject Della's invitation just now. It's not good to have to trouble someone else. Wasn't my arrival in this city one of them to study independently?

"Thank you, Del. I never thought that far. But here too, I've had enough, really," I said at last.

"It's hard, yeah, talking to you, Lya. Everything kudu forced. Sebel!" rutuk Della pout.

"Yes, it's not nappy, but everything, right, has to be thought of, Del," I reasoned.

"Ngapain pake thought of everything? I obviously gave you an offer to help you. You are, stubborn!" said the girl further advancing her lips, greeted my oddity. "Just be you! What do you think, Cuy?"

I laughed back. "I can know you like this is more than enough, Del. I don't want to expect more, let alone trouble you."

"Gue doesn't bother. I'm so happy about your pretentious attitude. Huh!" della's back is cursed. He turned his face while lying on the bed. He turned around and said, "Eh, Cuy! Maen to my house, yuk."

I put the last neatly arranged clothes in the container. "Well?"

"Yes, whipping, cake," Della replied, "karaokean, watch TV, browse the internet, or also .. finish our college assignments."

O, yes. I remember, there is still one more task that must be completed immediately. Finding good material through the internet, may be faster than having to read various books. Especially when it is urgent. "Now?" I pretended to be confused.

"Yes, now, Cuy. When again? Mumpung afternoon, nih," replied Della smiling. Maybe this time it will succeed in seducing me to go to his house.

"Yes, already. But I take a shower, okay? Sultry, here, Del."

"No need! You can guess at my house. Go, ah!" Della got up and pulled my hand. "Come on."

I had to obey his invitation. After tidying up the room and carrying enough writing utensils in the bag, we rushed out of the room. Not forgetting to lock the door.

In the yard, parked a small four-wheeled vehicle painted pink. Della quickly got into it and sat behind the wheel.

"A little while, Del," I said shortly after sitting next to Della.

"So much more, anyway?" della asked to turn on the vehicle's engine.

"That's not Andre?" Della followed me to the back of the vehicle, through the rearview mirror.

"Did a guy come here?" Della also noticed the figure of Andre who came with his motorcycle gedenya. Hang the engine for a while in front of my rented house.

Della rolled down the window next to me, then shouted loudly to make these ears ring, "Woy, what's the matter?"

Andre looked towards us. The man got off the bike and walked over. "Oh, you, Del, Lya. Who do I think the car is? Wanna go?"

I looked at Della. The girl raised her eyebrows. "I'm going to Della's house."

Andre nodded.

Andre nodded slowly. His eyes are staring hard at me. "Yes. All this way."

"Went or deliberately wanted to meet Alya?" ask Della suddenly. I patted the girl's arm. "Del, what the hell, anyway?" I suddenly groggy. Della frowning.

Andre was just messing around, scratching his head.

"Ndre, we go first, yes," I said not to linger. The man just nodded. "Del, let's just walk, yuk."

Della immediately started the vehicle's engine. "Bye, Ndre! We're capcus, yeah."

Andre waved his hand. His unmoved eyes watched me through the rearview mirror. Then slowly covered the black window glass.

"It's like he's with you, Lya." Suddenly Della spoke. I immediately flinched. "You mean?" manywould be surprised.

"Si Andre has your crush. That time doesn't feel good, does it? Gravely. You don't really want to be a girl" Della replied without looking at me for a second.

'It is precisely I think that you are the one who harbors that liking, Del' I said inwardly.

"It's normal, Del. He's just temen. Just like you and the others." I'm trying to dodge. It's not good to talk to Della about that. Especially ....

"So girls don't be so innocent, Cuy," continued Della between the wheel. "Almost every time you look at me, Andre's eyes are like those clefts. Hihih."

I smile. "Already, ah. I don't want to talk about that. I want to focus on college first, Del."

"Times, anyway?" goda Della was accompanied by her gel as usual. I patted the girl on the shoulder.

Along the way later, it was only filled with ordinary small talk. Around my life in the village, family, and plans after college. Sometimes Della also tells about herself. From there, I found out about the girl. The only child of a man named Bram, whose wife died long ago because of illness.

"Hi, Pah," said Della upon arrival at home and immediately greeted a middle-aged man who still looked fresh and attractive. "Hi, Honey. Where are you from?" tanyanya while returning Della's warm embrace. "From Alya's contract. O, yes. Meet, Pah, this is Alya. My college buddy."

"Hi, Alya. It's great to be close to Della. I'm Bram, Della's papa," he said as he invited shaman. It was big and heavy, but it sounded charismatic. Very man, I thought. "Hi, Mr. Bram. My name is Alya."

Bram smiled kindly. His finger checks were so strong, stomping my joints that it almost felt like a blow. Especially as long as the man's arms are filled with fine hairs. Why is my heart suddenly beating?

"Call me Om Bram. Don't use 'sir', huh? Later I was thought to be old," he said still clutching my fingers firmly. I wish it was so.

"Mahs .... " Della interrupts to see the nosy act of her papa. "O, yes. I'm glad you want to stay friends with Della. He rarely had close friends. Except Bi Mamas, our next door neighbor," continued Bram accompanied by his piety.

"Bah! Start, huh!" Della protest.

"Yes, Om. But .... " I feel bad. "Yes, Lyya. What's up?" tanya Bram looked me straight in the eye. "His hand was removed first, Om," I replied stammeringly.

Bram just woke up. Then immediately let go of his handshake. "Oh, sorry. I forgot."

I'm looking down embarrassed. Suddenly this face was hot. Hopefully, it doesn't change color.

Yeah, God! Why is this heart beating not normal? It feels like the ribs are also sore. I don't know what got into me? Until unconscious several times Della calling, not even able to resuscitate.

"Eh, yes. What's up, Del?" I finally end up at the end of the daydream.

"Why is this, anyway? I called from earlier quietly," spray Della annoyed.

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