BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 52

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 52...

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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."

"But I'm asking you to go to bed soon, Alya." Om Bram scratched his head the umpteenth time. "I'm tired now."

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

"Yes, already. If Om is tired, just sleep, Om. Especially if you have to work tomorrow, right?" I rubbed his arm. "Let Alya and Bi Mamas take care of Della. About college, can ask permission, really."

Om Bram snorted loudly. Then he said, ".. Or are we sleeping together, honey?"

ARROW ... TOT!

My little pinch immediately landed on that hairy hand. Pinched his skin, twisted 90°, and lastly pulled hard.

"Aw!" the man screamed mercilessly, while rubbing his red arm and peeling his skin slightly. "It hurts a lot, Alya! Ouchh ... !!!"

"Party ... That's it, anyway, by the way. We are, right, not husband and wife, Om," I said with the hot embers running through this face. "Ih, hick!" I scowled spoiled while preparing to launch the follow-up pinch.

Om Bram quickly shifts sitting. Somewhat away from me now, with the ringis still adorning his look.

"I don't mean it, Alya," the man replied, preparing to put up the horses. "You slept in there with Della and Bi Mamas. I sleep here. On this bench. Don't think about it, honey!"

"Yes, my gosh, Om! Alya didn't think so. Maafin Alya, Om," I said as I moved forward.

"Yeah. N-nothing. But .. t-please don't get too close" exclaimed Om Bram as a shield. "If you still want to talk .. five meters away right now, enough, right? Uh!"

"Much a way, Om. Why should I stay away?"

Om Bram grinned. "It's okay, Alya. Really, g-no-nothing. Uh, hehe .. "let the man still wipe his arm.

What's up, anyway, with this guy? Why is it like seeing a ghost so close to me? It was okay. Everything was going normally as usual. Now then?

"Om ... "I said at last rather loudly. Om Bram turned his head, crossing his index finger across his lips. "Ssttt ... Don't be too hard, dear. This is a hospital."

"Alya just wants nanya." I said, "Tadi ... Auntie why are you here?"

Om Bram patting jidat.

THE PLAQUE!

"Tomorrow I'll tell you, yeah. Now you go to sleep. Rest in peace" he replied, not eager to speak. Maybe he's tired.

"Alya still wants to live, Om!"

"Ssttt ... don't be hard, Lya," exclaimed the man. "What does Alya mean?"

Back I scowl. "So said Om .. I was told to rest quietly. Alya wants to live a long life, Om."

Yes, he looks tired. I'd better keep this question until tomorrow. Or maybe, will find the answer yourself.

"All right, Om," I said later. "Alya to the room first, yeah. Good night, Om."

"Good night too, dear. Good night to sleep." Om Bram breathed a sigh of relief.

A few moments later, I approached the man again. "Np .... "

Om Bram was aghast with reddened eyes. "Yes, God! Anything else, honey?"

I gave him the tuxedo that was worn inside the room. "Jas Om is left inside."

"Hooaamm ..ghamu wakai xagah, Khayang!" answer Om Bram while yawning. "Wiar aghu geghinih. Hoaaamm .. kekkk!"

"What, anyway, Om? It's not clear."

After yawning three times, he made it clear, "You just wear it, honey. Let me just put it this way. Hmmm."

"Oh, huh? Yeah, already. Good night, Om."

I went back into the room with no intention of looking back. This sleepiness has started to attack. Walked over, until it finally happened at the door.

DUK!

"Ouch!"

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My mind was fucked this morning. So many words that came out of the lecturer's mouth, none of them imprinted and embedded in the head. It is so hard to concentrate fully. All power focused on Della. Worried about his condition that has not improved. Even several times Andre's questions were ignored.

"Alya .. You just go to college as usual. As for Della, we trust her doctors and nurses" Om Bram said this morning before leaving the hospital. "I've asked Bi Mamas to keep her here."

"But Alya can't leave Della in that condition, Om," I said. "Alya still feels guilty."

"Lho, feel guilty how, honey?" Om Bram flabbergasted. I lowered my head accompanied by clear drops that began to stagnate in the eye pelukan. Then he replied, "Alya thought, if from the beginning Alya forced Della to seek treatment, maybe it would not happen like this. In addition, Alya also did not tell Om, if Della did not go to college because of illness."

Om Bram nodded for a moment. Maybe trying to understand. "It's okay, Lya. Don't think that." The man rubbed my shoulders. "We pray, may Della get well soon, yes."

I looked into those brown eyes. "Did Om feel the same way about me?"

Om Bram is stunned. Suddenly he was wrong. "I told you, I love you too, Alya baby. It's just that, for now I don't want to talk about it just yet. The problem with Sandra isn't quite right, is it?"

I shook my head while holding back the lip shakes that almost blew up the crying. "I mean Alya is not like that, Om. Alya is very worried about Della's condition. Now he lies weakly in the breath of an oxygen aid, while his hands are filled with infusion needles and heart rate detectors. Alya was afraid of anything happening with Della," I said still holding on with a sharp look to the man's eyes. " ... and that's what Alya saw in Om Bram, during Della's hospital admission!"

Om Bram throws his smile. Tasteless. "What do you see, it's not like that, Alya," she replied. "I'm also very worried about Della. Especially her own son. Which papa, untouched by his heart, saw the beloved child lying weak as it is now, Lya?"

"But as long as Alya noticed from yesterday, Om looks calm."

"Do I have to panic? My responsibility is not only Della, but you, too, dear."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. Because you are also part of my family. I want you to stay calm and patient. Especially Bi Mamas. I try my best to always be calm. After all, I always communicate with the doctor who handles Della. He's Dr. Nicholas, one of my family's doctors."

Am I part of his family? As children? But he's been blatantly admitting to loving me. Then, as a lover? Ah, what kind of treatment did he give all this time. Except that 'honey' call and that kiss. I really feel like a lover who was never considered. Relationship without status. Especially with the wedding plans, will I be for Om Bram? How sorry for me!

...SERIATE...