BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 42

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 42...

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"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.

"Now, speak. Just slowly. Do not rush," pinta Om Bram increasingly tighten his grip fingers.

"Yes, Om."

I began to strengthen my heart. Recompose the words that had disappeared.

"Come on, start talking, Alya. One ... two .. three ...." Om Bram gave a cue.

Starting with a snort of breath, I give this trembling lips to say, "Alya .. would like to ask the same question, Om Bram."

SREK'S! SREK'S! SREK'S!

I heard Om Bram scratching his scalp. Maybe upset or something else? It could also be, he was clawing at the velvet fabric of the sofa. Ah, I dare not open these eyes to know.

"Yes, Alya wants to ask about what?" The man's voice was somewhat restrained. Must be because it's holding back the rage. "From now on, Om already knows, Alya does want her, right?"

SREK'S! SREK'S!

The voice was heard again.

"Np .... "

"Yes." Yeah."

"Alya wants .... "

"That means?"

"No, Om."

"Then?"

For a moment of tight breathing, I continued saying, "Alya .. want .. to turn the body. Alya can't do it when she talks this way."

SREK'S! SREK'S! SREK'S!

"alright. It's up to Alya, deh," replied Om Bram accompanied by a long sigh. He immediately took off his grip. Then I turned this body, turning my back to the flamboyant man, with my eyes closed. That's sure!

"Np .... "

"Yes!"

"Sorry Alya, yes."

"Yes, forgive!"

Breathe back. "Before Alya apologized, yes, Om."

"He'eh!"

"Actually ... Alya .. apologize in advance, for asking the same Om."

SREK'S! SREK'S! SREK'S!

Silent. No response or reply. Where's Om Bram?

"Omm?" I called that man. "Om still behind me, right?"

Sound and a small cough. "Uhuk! Uhuk! Ehhmm!"

"Oh, thank God," I muttered, "that's ... About Om Bram himself."

"Regarding Om? About what?" The man's voice sounded excited.

I'm drooling. Just wet this dry throat. "Om's feelings are the same as Alya." My chest is back.

"What feeling, Lya?"

Dih, even ask back. That ambiguous attitude of yours, Bram!

The man snorted for a moment. "Yeah ... Om already considers Alya as part of the Om and Della family. Didn't you ever talk about time in Om's office before?"

Hhhmmm, he's not being honest yet! Where are you going, Bram? I'll chase you to the point where this sweat is blowing! This second either, or not at all!

"Part of the family, huh, Om?"

"Yes, Alya. Is it less?"

"I mean Om?"

"Enter Alya's name into the Om Family Card list, for example?"

'Hmmm, that's not enough, Om. In full, register your name in the marriage book. I said so, you know, I said in my heart.

"For what, Om?" my question is to urge him.

"I mean Alya, how?" Om Bram's voice was choked. He must have started to get cornered. Feel it!

"I mean Alya .. as a child, nephew, sister, grandson .... " I don't continue the speech. Let it be his duty to digest and translate it. Just wondering, how long will it continue to be a mysterious man.

"Yaaa .. as .. child, Lya. Brothers with Della, of course," he replied.

I take a breath first. Plan to launch the next attack. "As a child, huh, Om?"

"D-yes."

Hhmmm, start to get nervous.

"really? Just as a child?" I want to push it more. This time it was quite personal. Maybe next time it's pressure in another form. If necessary, imposition!

"L-yes, L-lya. He wants Alya, to be considered s-as a-pa?" I heard his grunts for the umpteenth time. I want to feel right back in the body. See what that man's face looks like now.

"Then ... What Om did to Alya a few nights ago, what's that, Om?" I'm more excited to find him. "Is that a papah's confession to a child?"

Yes, Om Bram came home last night half drunk. He hugged and kissed me. The treatment of parents to children? It's bullshit! He played his tongue in my mouth. What kind of kiss is that? Love or lust, Bram?

"I-it .. i-it .... "

"Om kissed Alya, Om!" I said half screaming, turning around and opening my eyes. "Della?"

Yeah, God! Della was there. Sitting not far from Om Bram. When did the girl come? Looked hard at me and her face.

"Shocked?" della asked with a wry smile. "Why? I can't listen to your chat with Papah, Lya?"

My heart was beating again. So, isn't it because the man is nervous about being pressed for my questions? Della causes? Really, it's getting more complicated.

"When are you coming, Del?" I try to make small talk and calm myself down.

"Since you turned your back on my bokap. Don't realize, do you, lu?" Della's getting worse.

Lothawat! Maybe this will be the end of our friendship. Della's been privy to the secret I've been keeping. No doubt, he's gonna kick me out of this house. Just like he did with his former servants.

"Della, relax, honey," said Om Bram trying to mediate.

"Bah!" Della glared back at her papa. "What did Papah do with Alya last night? Night when, anyway? Della never knew, all this time there was a special relationship between Papah and Alya."

"Quiet, Della. Papah didn't admit anything. Ask Alya if Della doesn't believe me." Om Bram winked his eyes next door.

Hhmmm, what code is that, Om? Ask me to lie, right? So cowardly of you, Om. I-i couldn't believe.

"Yes, Om Bram kissed me, Del," I replied to Della's trunk. Om Bram even patted his forehead.

Not that answer, is it, what you expected, Bram? Want me to lie to cover up your behavior? Hhmmm, don't expect!

"Kiss you?" It's as if Della hasn't trusted me. "How many times, Lya?"

"Often, Del."

"Often?" Della's eyes are getting bigger.

Om Bram looked at me sharply. Maybe he doesn't believe me, I've unpacked everything. "Liah. You .... "

My eyes narrowed, accompanied by a satisfied smile. "Yes, often," I said back. "Like Om Bram kissed you, too, Del."

Della scrunched her forehead. "You mean?"

Kulirik Om Bram for a moment, then continued to answer, "Your father also often kissed me here." I pointed at the forehead. "Why? You jealous, Del?" Along with laughter, the more this depressing drama occurs.

Om Bram gawked, then breathed a sigh of relief. Not so with Della. The girl seems --and-is- - still curious.

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