BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 45

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 45...

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As usual, I woke up early. Take a shower, clean the room, prepare breakfast, and do not forget to make a cup of coffee for Om Bram. A beautiful start with great spirit. This may have been yesterday's effect. Especially if it is not a love affair.

"Thank you, honey," said Om Bram as I presented hot coffee to him. I answered with a smile."Where's della? Tumben this morning hasn't come down yet?"

"There, Om, in his room." I sat facing the man. Face drizzle with a broken brew. Doesn't look like his real age. Still looks young and handsome. It would be a good fit if you were with me.

"What's wrong?" asked Om Bram as soon as I found myself staring at him. Instantly I blushed. "There's nothing, Om. Just like looking around Om," I replied back, as I plucked the toast on the plate. Don't forget to apply a little strawberry jam.

Every now and then these eyes steal back a glance. Enjoying a figure that is busy chewing food.

"This morning, I left early. There is work to be done immediately. In the afternoon, a meeting with several field heads," said Om Bram. After sipping coffee, he continued saying, "Kalo Della out of the room later, by the way, maybe I'll be home a little night. Skedul today, really solid."

'Hhmmm, home at night? Solid schedule? Wasn't it because of a date with Cassandra?' thought suspicious. 'Their wedding day is on the doorstep. Must have indehoy (happy) first.'

Frankly, I don't fully believe this man's words. She was married once, and at least must have been gape (smart) chatting. This type of man is indeed long-sought to cover secrets, with various logical reasons, but lies.

"Today, you went to college, right?" keep asking Om Bram while getting up and tidying up his shirt. I'd love to help you, but I'm worried that Della suddenly shows up. Business can be back runyam. Moreover, the girl seems to have kissed the gelagat wrong on our attitude. Me and Om Bram.

I nodded, answering the man's question earlier.

"The coffee wasn't spent, Om?" I saw the remaining half, filled Om Bram's used glass drinking coffee. He smiled, then replied, "I'm intentionally leaving for you, dear. So that my lips and your lips meet at the edge of our coffee cups."

Aih, early in the morning has been combing. You're Om Bram! The consequences are predictable. The red hue immediately spread across this entire facial skin.

"Alya thought, Om is tired of drinking coffee made by Alya," I said with a heart pounding began to pound the chest. "May Om never be treated to coffee mixed with citron, yes."

Om Bram twitched amusedly. "You can be beautiful" she said. This time with a kiss on my forehead. "I'm leaving first, yeah, honey."

"Be careful on the road, Om."

A few steps later, he stopped. Turn around, then say, "One thing .... " See around, especially upstairs. " ... If you're both like this, don't call me 'Om', yeah. Just you and me, let's make it better. Or ... You call my name too, no problem."

"Alya even wants to call Om 'Kakanda'," I joked back.

"Don't! Later this story is thought to be royal-themed, dear." Om Bram chuckles funny. "Last, there's a greeting for you."

Om Bram. "From Aryanti's Mother. He was anxious and wanted to knock you, he said."

I laughed crisply. "It could be this Om."

"Yes, already. I'm leaving first, yeah."

I followed him to the front of the house. Waving hands as soon as Om Bram started leaving the yard.

Hhmmm, is this maybe what it's like to be married? Early in the morning serve the husband, drive him to work, then wait for his return home. Then the night .. ah, that's normal household. Had he gone to share with another wife, how? Cassandra, suppose. Of course it is not the happiness that will be felt, but jealousy and hope that the husband never comes back to my home.

Oh, geez! Why go that far as to think? Not necessarily Om Bram wants to marry me. Isn't there still Della who's a constraint?

Della's?

Yeah, God! I need to wake the girl up. Half ran to his room and knocked on the door.

GECK! GECK! GECK!

"Del ... " call me.

Silent.

"Del, wake. It's morning, right."

I turned the knob of the room door, pushed, then slowly walked in. Della's still lying in bed. "Del, wake. There's a lecture today, you know."

Della moved for a moment. Pulling a sagging blanket, covering his entire body.

"Del, you're awake, aren't you?"

"Hhhhhhh."

"Dell?"

"What, anyway?"

"Wake up."

He didn't answer. I pulled blankets.

"What, anyway, lu?" tanyanya.

"Wake up! I made breakfast."

Della squirms for a moment. "Gue didn't go to college, huh, Cuy."

"Lho, why?" I'm astonished. Not as usual.

Della turned the body. "Gue's not feeling well."

"You sick?"

"Just not feeling well. I want to sleep."

Kuraba. Warm. "You have fever? We're on medication, yuk. Let me, I'm not in college today either."

Della shakes. "Don't. You go there. Let me rest first." His face is a bit pale. Right, he's sick.

"Drinking medicine, yes. I'll take it first. Bring me breakfast."

Della nodded.

Too bad. My step-son candidate .. uh, stepson? Ah, put that thought aside. I should get him some medicine and breakfast.

Not long after, I went back to him. "Eat first. Take the medicine."

"Gue has no appetite, Cuy" he said, refusing the toast I offered.

"Eat first before taking the medicine. Let it be just a bite too," I asked for force. Finally he was willing to obey, even if only one feed. "Now, take the medicine, yeah."

Della rises. Sitting on the bed. Then take the medicine I gave you.

"Maybe you're exhausted, Del. These few days are busy just, anyway," I said. Della smiled blandly. "Thank you, yes, Cuy," he said later. "You want to go, just go. I didn't go to college today."

"Lighten you up for treatment, Del. I'm dropping off, yeah."

"No need. I just want to rest. You also take the medicine, heal yourself."

"Right, I'm staying, ain't nothing?"

"Just go there," Della replied as she lay back down. "Is he awake?"

"Om Bram has just left. Just send a message to you, go home a little night. There's work" I said, mimicking what Om Bram said earlier. "Let me call Bi Mamas, yes, make your nemenin."

Della did not answer. He closed his eyes again. Sleeps.

'You're tired of Om Bram's wedding, Del. Why don't you just ask for my help, anyway? Although not willing, I also want to welcome my honeymoon candidate, you know, Del, ' I said in my heart.

After covering Della's body, I rushed out of the room. Do not forget to send a short message to Bi Mamas to come home immediately.

...SERIATE...