BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 40
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 40...
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I lift my heels quickly. Right about the young man's shin in the back.
DUK!
"Uhh!" jeremy Andre.
"Don't fuck around, Ndre! Can I hit it even higher?" my threat. Andre took a few steps back, exclaiming, "Don't! That's very heartbreaking of my kind!"
I don't want to discuss further. Focus on the situation at home. It may be messy, broken, or how. Actuallyno. Everything is still neat and clean.
"Non Alya," said one surprising voice. At once we turned to the direction where the call had just come from.
"God! Bi Mamas?" seruku.
The short-grown, fat woman emerges from the direction of Om Bram's room. "Yes, it's me, Non. Hehe."
I peeked at Om Bram's open room. "What does Bi Mamas do in Om Bram's room?"
"It's done cleaning and cleaning, Non," replied Bi Mamas. "Non Della told me this morning."
Hhmmm, that room I've been in at night. I slept there with the owner. But only in dreams. Too bad. I wish I could accompany Om Bram all the time. Not another woman ....
Ah, it feels like this heart is back. My dream is on the verge of emptiness. That man was not made for me.
"Non Alya is crying?" asked Bi Mamas while looking at my face. "Ah, ndak!" I hurriedly rubbed my eyes. "Link, maybe. Yeah, right, Ndre? Try, you blow my eyes, dong," I asked Andre. The young man gawked.
"Ndre! Blow my eyes!" I said repeat.
And Andre according to. "Whoa! Uhuh!"
Hhmmm, that bule man spouted his mouth again. Goddamnit!
"Thank you."
Bi Mamas squinted his eyes, looked back at me and smiled at him.
"If Non Alya wants to eat, it's already me ready at the table, Non. You see, Non Della was also calling, if Non Alya will go home early," said Bi Mamas. "There's a jengkol stew too, Non Alya's favorite."
Andre chuckles. Perhaps I remember the eating yesterday. I'm glaring. It instantly made the young man go silent stiff.
"Thank you, Bi. But don't bother. I can cook by myself. Usually, is that, right?"
"It's okay, Non. Once in a while, try my cooking. Just as good, really. Hehehe," said Bi Mamas. The woman's eyes looked at Andre who was standing behind me. "Mas Andre has also often eaten my cooking, you know."
Whahuh? Then Andre also often eat at the house of Om Bram? Since when? During my stay in this house, I never saw him coming together with the Om Bram family. Except, when yesterday happened. It's strange!
"You eat here often?" I asked Andre. He looks nervous. His laughter sounded strange too. Imposed.
"No, Lya. Bi Mamas intention .. may often join nyicip food supplies brought Della to campus. That's Bi Mamas' cook, isn't it?" Andre's eyes were like asking Bi Mamas to justify his words.
"Eh, yes .. right, Non. M-makdus uh, m-I mean s-I also b-begi-tu. Hehe. Ouch!" Bi Mamas patted his own lips. Suddenly stuttered like Andre.
What's up, anyway? These two people were hiding something.
Bi Mamas hurriedly replied, "No, Non. That means, it was. Before Non Alya lived here. Non Della often brought my food. Isn't that right, Andre?"
"Yes, Bi. It's really true!" andre replies to the habits of two bald children who often aired on TV.
This again. Why should I ask Andre for his support? He's, right, not part of the Om Bram family. How far does Andre know this family? Getting weird. My PR increased. There's probably a lot I don't know here.
"Sorry, Non. I'd like to excuse you for continuing the task. There's still another job in the upstairs room." Bi Mamas rushed over, as soon as I saw me thinking.
"Attent, Bi. Something I want to ask about—"
Andre hurriedly cut, "Here you go, Lya. Let's eat first, yuk. Pity Bi Mamas still a lot of work."
"But, Ndre .... "
"Eat, yuk. I also want to try your favorite food. What was his name ... Jengkol sandals, huh?" Andre pulled me into the dining room.
Not funny! Andre's humor is not at all interesting. I'd rather interrogate Bi Mamas, than execute that smelly but delicious confectionery.
Smell but delicious? Hmmmm.
Bi Mamas seemed to be hastily stepping up. Climbing the stairs while occasionally glancing at me.
"Which one is jengkol, Lya?" andre asked as soon as he arrived at the dining table.
"You try one-on-one. If there is a smell, it's called jengkol," I replied forced to sit next to the young man.
"You eat too, yeah, Lya. I'm hungry, right." Andre. "Mutual to save cost. I ate for free today. Hehe."
I have not yet lusted to eat. Although the snarl on the plate is so tempting. Even Andre helped prepare rice for me.
"Eat, yes, Lya. Yuk, uh."
I just looked at the white rice steam plume on the plate. Hungry, anyway. But the thrill of curiosity about the mystery of the Om Bram family, still smoldering. Especially with the figure in front of it. Sure enough, he is not a bule kere who often hopes to eat for free. His lifestyle is not comparable to the conditions he often admits. Cosan's son?
But it is too early to investigate. Andre would not be completely honest. Got to find out for yourself. If necessary, I'm Bi Mamas with the muzzle of a rifle.
"You're still thinking about Mr Bram?"
I'm turning. Andre is eating a meal. "Eehhmmm, what, Ndre?"
"Are you really in love with Mr Bram?" ask Andre again. I snort.
"Why? That question you keep repeating. Interested in knowing?"
Andre stopped eating. "Yes, I like you too. Naturally, dong, if I also want to know," replied Andre. "At least I want to know, the reason you never want to accept me as your girlfriend is, what?"
"Because I never wanted you to be my girlfriend, Ndre. I want us to just be friends," I said as I glanced towards the jengkol stew.
"That's not the answer, Lya. You're just making excuses that are made up." Andre snorted in annoyance. "Indeed because your heart is attracted to Mr. Bram, right?"
I didn't answer. My lips vibrate. Resisting the sudden sadness.
Brams! Heard that name, so wanted to cry. Bemoan.
"I'm crazy about him! You satisfied now, Ndre? I love Om Bram with all my heart. No other man can shake this whole body, except him! Bramandity!" I cried with a breath.
BRANG! GOMBENGBRANG!
Yeah, God! What is that sound?
...SERIATE...
