BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 41
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 41...
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"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?
"Bi Mamas! What's that sound?" my yelling.
"Sorry, Non. Saps falling!" reply Bi Mamas from upstairs.
A pot? Why does Bi Mamas bring the pot up? The kitchen, right, is downstairs. Will the woman listen to our conversation? Waduh, shreds!
"Yes!" call Andre. The young man's face looked serious now.
"Moreover, Ndre?" Looked at him. "I've honestly admitted. Want you especially now?"
"I know why you don't want to express your feelings to Mr. Bram .... "
"Ndre, I'm a girl. No way I'm—"
"That's not the main obstacle" said Andre cut. Look at his eyes getting sharper. "Because of Della, right?"
"Ndre, I've—"
"Jawab it, Lya. Della's your barrier?"
"Ndre, i .... "
"Jawab, Yes!"
"Yes! Because Della is my best friend too! Just the papah of the man I love!" My crying exploded again. This time it was harder. As if half of the burden I had endured had now been blown. Relieved.
Andre pulled my shoulder. Dropped this head on his chest. Then spilled out the remaining sobs. "What a pity on you, Lya. I don't know how much love I have for you. But looking at your condition, I can feel .. so great is the meaning of a man that you would expect. How lucky Mr. Bram to have you, Lya."
'Ah, this is you, Ndre. It could have, deh, made my heart float more and more, ' I murmured in my heart.
"I love him so much, Ndre. I really hope he becomes my life partner. But I don't want to hurt Della .. "I said sobbing in Andre's chest.
"I can help make your dream come true" whispered Andre very slowly. As if worried to be heard by another figure, except me.
"What, Ndre?" I broke free from the embrace of the young man.
"I'll help you get Mr. Bram" whispered Andre back.
"Is that the birthday?"
"Yes, Lyya. I'm serious."
"How is it? While soon she will soon be married to Aunt Cassandra," I said as I sniffed, then held my breath for a moment.
Andre smiled wryly. "No problem. Anyway, I want to see you happy, Lya. Whatever it is."
"really? What about you, Andre?" Look at me on those bluish eyeballs. He smiled again, then replied, "Not to think about it. I will find happiness in my own way. One of them, seeing you achieve your dreams, Alya."
"Oh, Andre. I still can't believe it."
"As far as you are, Lya. I want to see you become the old Alya."
"Ooohhh, Ndre."
"Ni."
"What?"
"You're eating jengkol, aren't you?"
"Maybe. I don't know."
"Your breath stinks, Ndre." I immediately moved away and took a breath that had been held.
"Masa, anyway? Ahhhhhh!" Andre smelled his own breath. Before long he grinned, with his eyeballs raised upwards. The mouth gaping and sitting with the body weakened.
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Already entering the second week, Om Bram's wedding plan is just waiting for the day. During that time, I was still struggling with the rages in my heart. Della and her Papa are busy preparing for the event. Rarely at home. While I was alone, I was not allowed to help at all. I don't know, the two of them never gave a clear reason.
"Alya just focus on college. Let Della take care of the wedding plans," said Om Bram one time when I asked. "After all, it won't be celebrated in a big way. He's not young anymore. Pula widower. Cassandra is a widow. So, we agreed not to be grandiose. Shame, it's on the old."
"But Alya, right, is already considered part of this family, Om," I said insisting, "Alya wants to help with the wedding preparations Om."
To be honest, I actually feel angry at myself. Pretend to be stoic, but this heart is getting fragile. Still can't accept this harsh reality. Beloved men will belong to others.
"Thank you for your concern, Alya. Om appreciates Alya's intentions greatly," replied Om Bram accompanied by his bargaining smile. "But I'm sorry, for a while, let Om and Della take care."
Ah, it's free to ask. This is not the first time Bram has refused. Especially Della. Their answers are always floating.
"Om ... "I called the perlente man, after a while we fell silent. Bram turned his head, then said, "Yes, Alya. Anything else?"
Suddenly I thought of revealing the wedge that had been stored all along. There's no Della. The girl is out with Aunt Cassandra. I don't know what needs. But for sure, this is the right time to interrogate this mysterious super-man.
"Alya wants to ask the same Om," I said cautiously. Along with heart palpitations getting stronger.
"Ask what, Lya? Speak .... " Om Bram looked at me. He changed his position on the sofa. Hitchhiking, leaning, and half his body facing me. "Seems serious?"
Duh, where to start, huh? Baffled. I dare not linger with him. Highlight those brownish eyes like salt sown on the surface of an ice clot. Slowly shrinking the guts and control of this mind. Worrying about doing the ridiculous as it has been before.
"Actually .... " Stamily speaking. My tongue was suddenly dry and dry. Om Bram was ready to listen. "Actually .. eemmhh .... "
Om Bram raised his eyebrows. Waiting and wondering, of course.
Duh, Om! Don't be so cute, dong! I can't stand it anymore, huh. Hopefully not to be possessed, due to your charms drunk again. Aamiii!
"What exactly, Alya?" ask Om Bram with a heavy but soft voice. "Speak. Will Om listen."
Hhmmm, it's starting to crumble. My body started to shake. "Actually .... "
"Yes, what exactly?"
Closing my eyes, I continued to speak, "Actually ... Alya wants to ask the same Om."
Why go back to the original question, huh? Yeah, God! Give me strength, dong! Please!
"Yes, about what?" I heard the sound of Om Bram's butt scraping on the surface of the couch. That guy must have moved closer to me. Lothawat! I hope something happens between us. Eh? What kind of prayer is that? Less moral!
"About .. actually who wants ... Alya asked that, Om," I said back still closed. Trying to strengthen themselves. But the results were even circling in place. Goddamnit! It's hard, really, to talk honestly!
"Alya," said Om Bram. This time suddenly my finger reached for the hairy hand. O, my God! What's going on here? "Calm yourself. Take a deep breath, then slowly exhale through the mouth. Do it continuously, until Alya feels relaxed."
I followed his advice. But the finger grip is like containing stun. The blood in this body suddenly flowed. I was worried that my heart would be electrocuted, and then explode. Ah, lebay!
"It's a little quiet?" ask after a while. Om Bram wants to convince.
I nodded slowly. Still with her eyes closed. Fear of being so open will return to the original atmosphere. That is, you have to repeat the breath.
"Already, Om," I answered, focusing on the question that was still clumping.
...SERIATE...
