BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 54

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 54...

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Just know now, it turns out Andre's character is not as big as he looks. Worth it, all this time it looks a bit spoiled. Apparently Mama's son. Hhmmm! But this is actually a chance to uncover the secrets of the Om Bram family.

"From the time Mamah Della died, Della was often sickly, Lya," said Andre began the story. "Della has a heart defect. He's been hospitalized a lot."

Meaning, since Della was ten years old? What does it mean that Della and Andre have known each other since childhood?

"How did you know that Della was sick from childhood?" My voice is a little soft. After all, this bule is about to open up now.

"I asked for a tissue first," Andre said while holding back a sob.

I'm obeying. Take a tissue from the bag, then put it on the table with a hard kick.

BRACKET!

Andre surprised. He took out a sheet of tissue with trembling hands. "Duh, Yes. Don't be rude, dong. I'm a kagetan, you know?!"

"I don't care!" my jolt sent Andre a little further away. "I don't like being lied to! Because the woman was actually given CERTAINTY." Well, that last sentence is actually quoted from a book. Not my original treasury treasure of words. Hihahi. Not bad, to raise the dignity and dignity of the self, from a group of people with a mode like Andre.

"Yes, sorry," replied Andre after wiping his puddles of tears.

"Continue!"

"What?"

"Your story is, Andre!"

The young man took a deep breath for a moment. Then keep saying, "Eh, what were you doing?"

I glared fiercely. "Della's sick from small. How do you know all that, Andre."

Andre nodded. "Sir Bram himself told the story. Long time ago, when I found Della passed out in high school."

"You're the same school as Della? Not from small temenan?"

"No," replied Andre while wiping the remaining puddles of tears. "I've known Della since high school. So, Della and I have known each other for a long time. In fact, I used to play at her house."

"Kok, now-now endak?"

Andre looked at. "Because there's already you, Lya," he replied softly. "When you stay there, I never come again. Except for yesterday."

"Why?"

"Della has friends of her own. That's you," said Andre back. "In addition, it secretly turned out to be Della .... "

"What's wrong with Della?" I'm getting curious about it.

Looking down, Andre replied, "Della has a crush on me, Lya."

I'm nodding. It's worth it, all this time feeling that Della does like Andre. "Keep it?"

Andre shakes.

"Why?"

He raised his face, but did not dare to look at me. "I don't feel anything about him. Just just pity. Della never had any close friends. Besides, Della's a disease."

Hhmmm, I want to punch him in the face. But try to stay calm. Little by little, Om Bram's family secrets begin to unfold. I need this young man.

"That's why Mr. Bram refrained from remarrying. She's afraid Della can't accept her mother's replacement just yet. And more worry, Mr. Bram is afraid of things that are not desirable to Della. Hence, once Della finds out she likes you, Mr. Bram tries to keep you from leaving her house. At least, there's someone who can take care of Della" Andre said.

"But Om Bram likes me too, doesn't he, Ndre?" Suddenly my chest felt tight. There is something that makes my soul want to rebel.

Andre smiled wryly. "You're the problem, I don't know. But I'm sure he's just pretending to like you, so you won't leave his son. Della."

Lordy! My throat suddenly hurt. It seems, there are thousands of small needles that hit the heart. Sick but not bleeding.

All this time I adored the perfection of that man. Physical and softness. Not a single flaw I found on the figure of a Bram. Naturally, if this heart is so infatuated.

Now, everything is turning around. Slowly I got fed up with all this. This picisan show. How could my time be spent on nonsense. It's only fitting that Om Bram has been so good. But always give biased answers when talking about our love.

Will I continue this dream hunt? While there are other figures who are actually hoping for my welcome to survive.

Della´s. She needs me.

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"S-seett .. bye!"

"What's up, Non?" tanya Bi Mamas was still wearing her prayer clothes. I shook my head in a hurry to avoid. "E-will a-there's a-pa-what, Bi," I murmured caressing the chest. Quickly take a place on the side of Della's bed. "Yes, God .... "

"Non Alya is sick?" Bi Mamas stood at the side.

"Yes, geez! If the prayer is over, the cloth is opened why, Bi!" I said so looking.

"What's the matter, Non?" Bi Mamas gawking. Cubvu. "Yes, why-why. Just open it up, what's the trouble, anyway?" Not paying attention to Bi Mamas's face.

"Alright, Non," the woman replied according to. Not long back to asking, "Non Alya is sick?"

"Give it! Why, anyway, ask that again?"

"Non Alya's face is pale." Show Bi Mamas to my face.

'Well, that's it, Bi. How about pale? People, I was shocked to death to see Bi Mamas earlier!' rukkukku in the heart.

I don't want to answer. More like to pay attention to Della who was closed with an oxygen hose in the nostril. "Bi Mamas ate?"

"Yet, Non."

"Lho, why? Hold the money, right?"

"There was. Yesterday was still a lot," Bi Mamas replied casually.

"Continue, why haven't you eaten yet?"

"Not hungry yet, Non. Before the prayer, had snacked on risol and lemper," replied Bi Mamas innocently. I'm glaring. "Sir Bram hasn't come yet, Non?"

Again, I don't want to answer. Especially about that guy. Andre's words yesterday, still ringing in memory. About that bastard bastard! It turns out that all this time he was just using. Take a chance in my moment of tingling in love. Meanwhile, reluctant to discuss it. Della should be the main focus.

"Non."

"What, the hell, Bi?"

"Tumben Mr. Bram hasn't come yet."

I take a deep breath. "What time do you usually like to come?"

"Friday afternoon, No."

"Now what time?"

"Sore."

"So?"

"Maybe Bram's coming in the afternoon."

"Well, that's Auntie knows."

"But why hasn't it come yet, huh, Non?"

THE PLAQUE!

I pat the eel, annoyed, until hard. "Ouch!"

Momentary silence. We're speechless. I don't know what topic to talk about. Until then, "Bi .... "

"Yes, Non. What's up?"

Kulirik that woman. Round face with natural look without makeup. Similar to the character of Ceu Edoh in the soap opera Pension Thugs. "Auntie's been a long time, hasn't he known the Om Bram family?"

Bi Mamas thinks for up to five minutes. Then he replied, "Yes."

"Since when?" askaku. He thought again. Three minutes later, "Half the age of Non Della."

"Oohhm .... " My lips are round like a chicken 'empot. "Never worked in Om Bram's family?"

"No, Non. Kan, starting from half the age of Non Della," Bi Mamas replied after remembering his words earlier for approximately two minutes.

"Yes, I know," I was a little annoyed waiting a long time. "I mean, earlier was there ... sorry ... a maid in the Om Bram family?"

"Considering me, since the late Bu Widya was still with Mr. Bram, there was a maid, Non." This time the response did not take much time. Maybe this woman's brain has started to go smoothly. Mercifully.

...SERIATE...