BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 44
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 44...
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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.”
“Ah, Om could have. Dih!” I pinched his hairy arm. “Om want coffee? Let Alya make.”
“I want it ... You, Alya!” the Goda Om Bram.
THE SEERRR!
My blood suddenly rippled. Duh, so wrong, nih!
“Do not, Om. We are not yet halal,” reply me, “dose!”
Om Bram frowned. “Lho, you asked twice. That's what, try?”
Ah, so confused to answer. For sure, it was like there was a bonfire on my face. “The top one can still be, anyway, Om. Just don't part the other. Hihihi.”
PLOK!
I pat the thigh of a man. Shitty but anxious.
“Aw! Pain, Honey!” exclaim Om Bram while grimacing. He pinched my chin again.
Oh, geez! So sweet, anyway! If only it had been an official couple, then embrace him. But ... ah, soon he will belong to someone else. It's impossible to do such a thing. Because I don't want to be a KPI. The Indonesian Pelakor Community. Can be many volumes of my life story eaten by thousands of nerdy eyes online.
“Om.”
“Hhmmm.”
“If until Della knows all this, how?”
“Me and you?”
“It. Time Om Bram and Bi Mamas, anyway?”
The man thought for a long time. “We should keep it a secret first. I know the character of that boy. If you find out, I'm afraid you'll be kicked out of here, Lya.”
“What better Alya go from here, Om?”
“Where?”
“Search new contract.”
“Do not!”
“From like this? We have to keep pretending. Besides, soon there will be new residents, ‘kan?” I said suddenly feeling jealous considering Aunt Cassandra.
“Do not! You should stay here, honey. Della needs you,” said Om Bram confirmed.
“And see Om with Aunt Cassandra every day?”
The vow! I won't be able to, see the scenery that can make my heart work double. You may faint every day. The worry is even worse. Epilepsilarm. Amit-amit!
“We think of another way later.”
“Mean Om? Will our relationship be like this forever? While Om is nice with Aunt Cassandra?” I shook my head, not understanding this man's way of thinking.
“I mean ... maybe Cassandra won't stay here.” He's getting confused.
“Then I won't be able to meet with Om?” Suddenly I wanted to cry. “Om don't understand Alya's feelings, anyway! Alya loves Om so much, you know? Alya also wants to be with Om!”
SREK'S! SREK'S! SREK'S!
I'm shaking back.
“Alya ndak want to be an actor,” I said softly.
“Why should I report? What do you want a report on? To who? Della's? Police?”
Whoa, shit! In addition to dashing, the ears of this man also error. Just like the old and barren doctor who looks shiny like the storefront.
“Pelakor, Um. The male usurper of others. P-E-L-A-K-O-R,” spell letters per letter so he understands.
“So I have to how, Lya? I can't possibly cancel that wedding. While Della has agreed, I married Cassandra. Ten years I was widowed and waiting for Della's approval to remarry, Lya,” said Om Bram.
“Kok, so Alya should decide? It was, right, Om's own problem,” my reply was fierce. “Om should be able to choose, virgin or widow? That's it.”
“This is not the case of a virgin and her widow, Lyah. The problem is not that easy,” replied Om Bram began to get upset. “How can I cancel my marriage to Cassandra and choose to marry you, will Della allow? If yes, obviously ..me and you, happy. Lf it doesn't? Try thinking!”
I looked into the man's eyes. He was right, but he was selfish. Want to win by yourself. Catching two islands at once for personal desire, without having to sacrifice at all.
Am I the one who has to give up? Let them have fun, while I'm tormented.
Lordy! What kind of love story, this?
“Honey, where are you going?” asked Om Bram as soon as I got up and rushed out of the room. He blocked my wrist. “I'm not done talking.”
Just free! There's nothing more to discuss. The point is that I have to give up. Get out of this house, the only best way.
“Alya to room. Alya wants to rest.”
Om Bram let go of the check. “Ya, already. Rest first, dear.”
But I didn't step right away.
“Alleta? Said he was going to room?” ask the man in wonder. I still haven't moved.
“Om want coffee, ‘kan?” I asked without looking at him.
“Biarina. I make it myself later,” replied Om Bram.
“Who knows, this is the last coffee made by Alya before the wedding Om.”
“Oh, Alya. You still think about it.”
“Lah, that's, Om. How come you don't think, Alya's jealous, you know?” my sulk held back a little bit from wanting to cry.
“Iya! Aye! Make it, if it can make Alya happy,” said Om Bram relented.
I still haven't moved.
“Aparticularly?” ask the man.
I turned my body while looking at him. “But really my coffee is better than Aunt Cassandra?”
“Yes, geez, Alya! I told you, Cassandra can't cook!”
“If bedain is sugar and salt, he can, ‘kan, Om?”
Om Bram rubbed his face. “Later I paste the GARAM and SUGARS in each container. Cassandra would have known that.”
Hhmmm, hopefully the Cassandra will not make coffee using the flavor of rendang concoction. Too bad my beloved man can no longer enjoy my coffee later.
“Tante Cassandra likes to eat jengkol ndak, Om?” My sense of smell suddenly rose. Om Bram gawking. “What is the same relationship with me?” tanyanya.
“Soalya Alya likes jengkol, Om.”
“Yes, God! I never care what people eat. Don't like to eat people! Horrified, later I can be chewed out.”
“Terus .. if .... “
“Already! It's already! I want to make my own coffee, deh, Lya,” exclaimed Om Bram while rising.
“Lya make it soon! Just wait here!”
I ran straight to the kitchen. Make coffee, then come back soon. But his figure was no longer in place. I don't know where. Enter roomnyakah? Need kusul? Nay! It'll be Della. Could serious. After rubbing coffee, the activity may continue to rub other dough.
‘Can that woman really make coffee? Too bad. You're nothing compared to my Om Bram, Cassandra! Just please the prospective husband with a cup of coffee can't, let alone serve others? It needs to be investigated! What kind of woman is she?’ I murmured in my heart while sipping the coffee that Om Bram left behind.
“Fuuuhhh!” I immediately spouted back the freshly brewed coffee water. “Huh, fangas! Fangas!” I cried myself while fanning hot mouth.
...SERIATE...
