BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 51

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 51...

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My eyes were focused on Della. This guilt still grips the heart. How not? Had this morning forced the girl to seek treatment, it probably wouldn't have been like this.

Now he is lying weak there. Breathing with the help of oxygen. Close-fitting. Either sleeping or unconscious. I don't know.

I pulled the cloth that was used to envelop Bi Mamas. Noted, apparently a suit that is usually worn Om Bram when working in the office. So, the guy's still in the hospital, right? But where is he? Since meeting earlier, Om Bram has always been busy with his cell phone. Maybe take care of an abandoned work agenda because of this incident.

Slowly get up from sitting. Walk out of the treatment room. At that moment, I saw two human figures sitting side by side in a long chair. None other than Om Bram and Cassandra.

Hhmmm, the woman apparently came too. Want what? Must be imaging the man next to him. Huh! Instantly this chest roared violently restraining the overflow of jealousy.

With my head in my hand and my teeth grinding, I approached them both. The focus of these eyes stared intently at Cassandra's figure!

Om Bram and Cassandra are having a conversation. Seems so serious. I don't know what they're talking about. Could it be related to the wedding plan? Could be.

"Eh, Sister Alya," said Cassandra upon seeing my arrival. Om Bram also looked. "So I went inside, but Ma'am Alya was sleeping."

I don't want to answer. Simply throw a faint smile, while approaching them.

Suddenly Om Bram looks clumsy. Then I said, "Alright. We'll finish this conversation, Sandra. Tomorrow we'll continue at the office."

Cassandra. Pack the bag and stand up. "Good, Sir. Then I'll give my permission" he said, then looked at me. "Sir Alya, I'm sorry to go home first, yes."

"Eh, wait!" I tried to hold back the woman's steps. But hurriedly confronted by Om Bram, "Let Sandra rest, Alya. If there's a need, maybe next time, right?"

"But .... " I still insist on holding Cassandra.

Again the man cut, "It's been, yes, Alya. Sandra's going home first."

Cassandra looked confused. But as soon as Om Bram gave the code with a head gesture, the woman rushed to leave us.

"Sit down, Alya," said Om Bram softly as he held both of my shoulders.

"But Om .... " I'm frowning. The man looked around, then continued to say with a sweet smile, "It is not good to make a scene here. It will disturb the patient."

"Who wants to make a fuss, Om? Alya just wanted to say hello to Aunt Cassandra, really."

Dah, he's too sure. Who wants to fight. My brain is still sane not to do such a ridiculous thing. Honestly, jealousy is true.

While pulling me to the chair, take Om Bram, "Yes, already. Sit down, yeah, honey. You haven't eaten, have you?"

Since I left Om Bram's office this afternoon, I haven't eaten. Although somewhat reluctant because of prestige, but for stomach affairs must be accepted as well.

"How was Della's condition, honey?" asked the man on the sidelines to eat together.

"Lumayan .. "I replied after tasting a bite, " .. quite delicious, the results of Aunt Cassandra's cooking. Soft texture. Sweet and sour taste. The aroma is appetizing. Maybe it's strawberry jam." I taste the toast I still chew. Om Bram just grinned while advancing the lips to form a circle. "It's not so bad for the size of a woman who can't tell the difference between vetsin and citron powder."

"Bi Mamas is sleeping inside, isn't he, honey?"

I'm nodding. "Yes, maybe, anyway. Suitable for breakfast. It's just .. a bit of a shoe in the throat when it's swallowed. Maybe less ripe baked time."

Om Bram immediately gave me a mineral drink. "Drink first," he said, "that was. That's why I have a shoe."

"Thank you, Om." I drink it immediately. "Rubber too. Now it's much better. A few shoes like that."

Om Bram scratched his head.

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

"Alya doesn't believe that much. How could someone who does not know the kitchen spices, can make food as good as this, Om?" I noticed the remaining bite of toast in my hand. The melt besides him is so red and seductive. "Cassandra's Aunt must have had her tips and tutorials from the internet, right?"

Om Bram grinned. "It's a buy, honey. Many are sold on the roadside in front of the hospital there. There are chicken porridge too. Or if it is still lacking, the jengkol rendang menu is available," said the man half joking.

I didn't reply. Busy chew and enjoy this dinner menu from the beginning of the bite to move to the stomach.

"So, Cassandra and I talked about work in the office. Like I said earlier this morning, I have a meeting with some of my colleagues tonight. However, it has to be cancelled. I can only delegate Cassandra to be there. The results of their conversation earlier, delivered directly by my secretary," said Om Bram without looking at me. "I hope you don't have any thoughts about Sandra coming here. I mean, nothing else, honey. Believe it."

I'm not so focused on Om Bram's words. Prefer concentration tasting the remaining bread. "But, Alya thought ... This toast tastes, really, similar to the street vendors like to sell, huh, Om? Alya is suspicious, Aunt Cassandra didn't make her own."

Suddenly Om Bram turned his head with a strange look.

"Why did Om see Alya like that? Alya's not jealous, really, Om. Just wanted to comment on this toast," I suddenly felt bad. "Not a problem, is it?"

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

I saw the man seem upset. What is it and why? Offended to criticize the food Cassandra brought? Ah, outrageous of him. Then the hot feeling that often hit my heart all this time, how? Does Om Bram care?

"I think you need a complete break, Alya," said the man as if losing his passion to talk for longer. His face was suddenly less attractive in these eyes. "You should sleep. Let me take care of Della."

"Alya's not sleepy, Om."

Om Bram took a deep breath. And so on until a while. The burly hand clenched hard, accompanied by a grin restrained. Like people who want to defecate in the morning, but it is difficult to get out. "Shall I get some sleeping pills right now, Alya?"

I'm shaking. "Alya with insomnia, really, Om. Maybe because I was asleep, so now I'm awake."

...SERIATE...