BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 43
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 43...
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Om Bram gawked, then breathed a sigh of relief. Not so with Della. The girl seems curious.
"Gue doesn't like that. What's this chat, anyway?" Della looked at us both. "Well, you're not hiding anything from Della anymore, are you?" ask him about Om Bram.
"Hidden what, honey? Papah is not hiding anything from you, really," replied Om Bram.
Hhmmm, amateur liar! Don't think, yeah, there's a real witness here. I'm. Getting caught now, how a Bram really is. Nothing more than a cowardly man hiding behind a charming physique. Huh, but strangely enough, I was still in love and more and more infatuated with him.
Proof that love is blind? I don't know. For sure, I think there's another reason why he's behaving like that. That is why, when disappointed still want to obey the game sucks Bram.
"Yes, Del. Your father, right, already thinks of me like a child himself. It's only natural, right, to treat me like that?" I said add. This time I don't want to look at Bram. It's still bad to see him, but still missing.
What kind of love story is this? I am the one who was in a state of turmoil, still had time and willingly theatrical. I could have run over that guy. No matter what happens after Della finds out.
"Gue doesn't believe in you, Lya. I feel like you've got something else going on with my Papah" Della said, squinting. "You want to give me my Papah?"
I'm aghast. "Yes, geez, Del. I may have fallen in love with Om Bram. He's been considered my own father," I cried loudly, "part of my age with Om Bram, right, far different. It can't be, Del."
Om Bram. I may not like what I say about age. Could be. The fact is that it's getting old, isn't it? But ... still handsome and exciting! Be present!
"Whatever you are, deh. It's just, you have to remember. Anyone who's trying to sneak my Papah, you already know, don't you, the consequences, Lya?" threaten Della, "let alone Papah I'm soon, will marry aunty Cassandra."
"Yes, I want that, Del," I replied, "just calm down. I've also talked to you, if I don't want to date first. I want to focus on college. Remember that, Del?"
Della nodded. "Yes, I want that. Just so you commit to your principles, Cuy!"
"Sure, dong. You know who I was, didn't you? Hihih."
"As for you, you, Cuy!" della said as she got up from sitting.
"Where are you going, Del?" my many. "Mandi," replied Della hurriedly leaving us.
It's just me and Om Bram who are still in the living room.
"Thank you, yes, Lya," said the man.
"Thank you what, Om?" I refuse to look at him. Still huffed. Cowardly and hypocritical men!
"Alya wants to obey Om's wish."
"Which one, Om?"
"Lied to Della about what happened that night."
Hhmmm, really cursive! Rancid men!
Om Bram shifted his seat, approached me. "Alya wants to know Om's honest answer to Alya's question?"
"Which question is it, Om?" Kulirik. Getting closer.
"Om Feelings are the same Alya .. " said Om Bram while looking upstairs. Make sure that Della's still in the bathroom.
"Was p-feeling O-oom s-as-a-pa?" Suddenly I felt hot. The man is closing his body.
Yeah, God! I'm shivering.
"Actually I am also .... " Om Bram pulled my body. Then put his kiss on these lips.
Whahuh? This dream? Nay! We are both aware. Not even Bram was drunk. Then, this what does it mean?
"Omm?" I looked into his brown eyes. "Om also loves Alya?"
"Yes, God! No more lying, right?" I still can't believe it. He said, "No, dear Alya. I fell in love with you."
"Alya don't believe it, Om," I said. "Try it over again, Om."
"What?"
"Just now."
Om Bram complied with my request. This time it was longer than the first one.
"Oommmm .... " I embrace the body. The crying exploded. "Alya's afraid of losing you."
"I'm here, Alya. I'm not going anywhere."
"But, what about Om's wedding plans?"
"Cassandra?"
"Yes, who else?"
Om Bram.
You know, asked to laugh? Answer, dong! I am, nanya!
“Why, Om? Anything funny?” I looked at his brown eyes. Wonder. When my crying almost exploded, he laughed.
Om Bram shakes. “How not to be funny, try. My marriage to Cassandra, it's on the doorstep. While today, I had to be honest with you, Alya. What kind of man am I?” He patted her on the forehead a few times. Maybe dizziness. Feel it! His own fault.
But I try to understand. Om Bram, principled man. Aunt Cassandra was already present in her life. While this self, it was still the girl yesterday afternoon. I should have known myself.
Surrender? Don't first. Their marriage book is not printed. There is still hope to have it. Even if you have to share, suppose. And about Della? Again he is a thorn in the flesh. Do I need to put him in a cement mortar and make a garden statue?
“How big, Om loves Aunt Cassandra?” I just wanted to dive into the heart of the flamboyant man.
He thought for a moment. “Cassandra women are great, smart, beautiful, independent, and also good. I knew him a long time ago when he was married.”
“She's a widow, yes, Om?”
Om Bram glanced, then replied, “Yes, she's a widow. Didn't I say that?” I'm down. Jealous. “What if she's a widow?”
While playing with fingers, I answer him, “Dinging Alya, dong, Om. Still virgin.”
Suddenly Om Bram pinched my chin. “You're. Could be, deh.” My face warmed up. Red, it looks like. “What is it between a widow and a virgin, Lya?”
“Already. No need to discuss, Om.”
“Lho, you go first.”
“Aaaahh, Om,” sahutku while dropping face on his chest. Now you can be free to wrestle spoiled with the man. I already knew we both liked it. “Om hasn't answered Alya.”'s question
“Which one?” ask Om Bram. Look around the house. Worrying about Della suddenly appeared again like before.
“Love Om Same Aunt Cassandra.”
“Oh, the?” He seems to be thinking back. Until then replied, “I really like it. But your presence in my life, makes me more excited, Lya.”
“It's the same with him, Om not excited?”
“He can't cook, Lya.”
“Masa?”
“He’eh. In fact, there is no difference between mecin and citron powder.”
“Masa, anyway?”
“Iya. His coffee is not as good as yours, Lya.”
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