BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 48
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 48...
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"Bram is not the first man I know" he said after taking a deep breath. Brams? He called that name. So it's true, he and Om Bram are indeed in a relationship. "I was married before, but I failed. I have spent years trying to treat disappointment. In fact countless, how many times have I refused Bram's request to marry me. However, I still don't trust any men. Including Bram, at the time .... "
Cassandra stopped telling stories for a moment. The door of the room is knocked. Then a pantry officer, a young man, came in to take our order. A glass of water and black coffee.
"Thank you, yes, sir," Cassandra said as soon as she left the room.
Hhmmm, pretty impressive. Attitude is also that woman. Increases its list of advantages; Beautiful, clean, fresh, well-groomed, youthful, widowed, and civilized. The points that I have to finish, in order to overtake this romance competition. It's just, he won't be able to surpass me in status. She's a widow, and I'm a virgin.
"Keep how it goes, ma'am?" I can't wait to hear that girl's story.
Cassandra drank water first, then continued to tell me, "The truth of Bram loves me, gradually melted this hardness of heart. He is a good and responsible man. Maybe because we were both married, finally .. we agreed to formalize the relationship. I wish a lot to Mas Bram. May he be my companion forever."
Yeah, God! It turns out that Om Bram also struggles to get the love of Aunt Cassandra. Same as me. Now, beside jealousy, tucked in the pity that enveloped the heart, saw the constancy of this woman. Should I be able to separate them, for the sake of personal ambition? Cassandra was first present in Om Bram's life. There's nothing wrong with them. I'm the one who's crazy about being blinded by love. Still too young and easily swayed sheen of young romance.
"No problem even though the prospective companion Mother already has children?" ask me deeper. Cassandra shrugged along with her smile. "Why not? That's no excuse for not loving someone, is it? I love Mas Bram, his son. Even if it's not my own son."
"Is that?" Just like I love Della. It's just, that girl won't want a thousand throws at me!
"Of course, Ma'am," replied Cassandra, "after all, me and Mas Bram's son have been close for a long time. She was kind and thought of me as her own mother. Even good friends with my own son."
"What's? Do you have children too?" I'm aghast. Cassandra smiled amusedly. "From my first marriage. Quite different from most other kids. Because he's special."
"Special? Meanin?" I'm curious.
"My first husband, a foreigner. We married cross-country, Ma'am. Ah, nevermind. I don't want to talk about the past. Because the future is more important. Especially my marriage with Mas Bram," said Cassandra while rubbing her eyes that began to glaze over. "Mbak Alya himself already has a prospective companion?"
I was stunned for a moment. These lips suddenly felt faint. "Eh, I-I? A-da, anyway. Uh, be-lum. Duh!"
"Why, Mommy?" Cassandra's watching.
"A-ku .. a-kuu .. thirsty!" I immediately gulped down the drinks on the table. Cassandra smiled funny.
"Well, I see, Ma'am. White water consumption. Do not drink colored or tasted water. Good for health. It's just .... " Cassandra's voice suddenly disappeared from my eardrum.
White water? I never asked for water. Isn't that ... Cassandra's Aunt? Yeah, God! I drank the wrong way!
"Duh, I'm sorry, ma'am. I was drinking wrong" I cried as I placed the empty glass, then picked up a cup of coffee. Sipping to the last drop. Fortunately, the nails are warm.
Along with that, the door of the room was revealed. A 175-centimeter-tall male figure appeared there. That's Om Bram.
"Alya?" He looked at me in wonder. "Kok, are you here? Della's not with you?"
"Eh, Om. Hehehe," I replied with a small oddity. Clumsy and confused what to say.
Om Bram raised both eyebrows. While Aunt Cassandra was about to laugh at me, then help me answer, "Mother Alya came alone, sir. Sorry, we used this room without permission."
"Yes, forgive us, Om. Uh, hehehe." I'm back to shame.
Cassandra held back the laughter by covering her mouth. Followed by Om Bram's ticklish grin. "It's okay. Just wear. Especially when it comes to Alya. Don't you think, Lya?"
"Yes, Om. Hehe."
Cassandra rubbed my arm. "Mad Alya."
"Yes, Mom. What's up?" I asked wrong behavior.
"Come, come with me to the toilet" asked the rival woman.
"Make what? I'm not coming in months and need to change pemer—"
"That's not what I mean, ma'am. Come on, come with me for a while to the toilet," Cassandra asked in a soft voice.
"You want what, anyway? I just want to go home," I said, beginning to feel an uncomfortable scent in the room.
"Yes, can. But .... "
"Otherwise?"
Cassandra pointed at my mouth.
"What's wrong with my lips?" I'm still confused.
She opened her mouth, grinned, and pointed at her teeth.
"My teeth?"
He's nodding. While Om Bram pretends to be indifferent. He walked towards his desk, occasionally glancing at me.
"What's with my teeth? There's lipstick, huh?" I was trying to decode what Cassandra gave me.
The woman shook her head. He approached and whispered, "Gigi Mbak Alya has his coffee grounds. Just rinse in the toilet, ma'am."
"What?!" I didn't realize I was screaming in shock. Cassandra had to retreat to keep her ears away while she was closed. "Why didn't you tell me from earlier, anyway?!"
"Already from now, Ma'am," said Cassandra still keep her eyes closed and added back away. A moment later, he scratched his ear hole while grimacing. "There's a toilet in Mr. Bram's room" he said, pointing to the toilet using his right thumb.
"Just make it, Alya. Nothing, really," said Om Bram added.
Duh, I'm ashamed. It was only fitting that the two men laughed in detention every time I ranted. This cause? It's that damn coffee bag that makes me like a stupid clown in front of them.
The interrogation plan was wrong and failed miserably! Do not know what the next step is, unless immediately lift your foot from them.
"Excuse me! I'm going home now! Sorry!"
Immediately turned around, half-running died in the room.
DUK!
"Aw!" I grimaced in pain while rubbing my forehead.
"Revelation, Mother!"
"Be careful, Lya!"
Fucking door! Why do we have to stumble all over, anyway? Is it not enough of my suffering today, Lord? I don't want to linger in that room.
Still accompanied by the firefly's braid circling the head, I continued running and continued to run away from Om Bram's office.
...SERIATE...
