BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 57

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 57...

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"It's okay, Non."

"If there's nothing, why did Bi Mamas come out again?"

He didn't answer. Just looking down with lips moving. I looked carefully, then asked, "Bi Mamas read the spell?"

Suddenly the woman nodded. "No, Non. I'm nagging myself again."

"Why should I nag? Pake dong's voice. Don't be silenced like that, Bi." I laugh.

"Ah, Non Alya this can be. Am I hape?" Bi Mamas smiled. Either because my jokes are funny, or just entertaining. That's not important.

After a moment of silence, I reopened the conversation with her, "Auntie hungry?"

Bi Mamas grinned. "Yes, Non. A little."

Scroll the plastic package hanging on the woman's fingers. "Keep, that ... that's in Aunt's hand, what?"

"Yes, God!"

"Why, Bi?"

"Sorry, Non. I forgot to give this to Non Alya." Bi Mamas rushed to give the package to me. "I was iniselotif buy my own food without the Father telling me. I'm sorry, Non."

My forehead shrinks. "Iniselotive? What is it, Bi?"

Bi Mamas thought for a moment, continuing to say, "That's you know, Non, if you know something without being given orders. What's the term, huh? This ... this ... selop ... what is it? Forgot me, Non."

"Initiative," I answered while examining the contents of the package. The martabak!

"Yes! That, Non!" yang Bi Mamas sonorous.

"Sstttt! This is the hospital, Bi. Be present!"

"Eh, yes. Sorry, Non. Plasteredness. Hihih."

"Yes, already. Let's just sit in that chair. Yu, Bi. Inside, Om Bram is sleeping." I stepped towards the long chair outside the treatment room.

"Wouldn't Mr. Bram be invited too, Non. I was told to buy cigarettes, right?" Bi Mamas is doubtful. He turned several times towards the room where Della was being treated.

"No, Bi. There is food inside, really. Besides, Om Bram doesn't smoke." I threw my ass over the long iron chair. Bi Mamas. "Eat, Bi. It's still warm."

"I'm sorry, Non. I comot one."

"Take it."

Some time, we both drowned in silence, enjoying the special meal. Then I noticed the look of Bi Mamas who was busy chewing. "Bi …. "

"Yes, Non." The woman looked.

"Our conversation, which was not quite right," I said as I gouged a fragment of martabak bean seed between the teeth with the tip of the tongue.

"What's the problem with cigarettes?" Bi Mamas stopped the chewing. "I love my husband, no."

"Aunty's husband smokes?"

"Yes, Non. Sometimes me too" he replied shyly. My forehead wrinkled, then asked again, "Auntie smokes too?"

Suddenly Bi Mamas' face blushed. "Hehe. Cigarettes have husbands, Non. Uh …. " He shut his mouth with his hand holding the rest of the martabak..

'By the way what the hell, Auntie?'

"meaning?" I don't understand at all. But why did Bi Mamas' cheeks turn like fried ebi?

The woman took her eyes off. Reluctant to fight eyes. "That's it. Don't talk about it, Non. I forgot, kirain again huddled by the neighbors. Uh, hehehe."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I mean, about that conversation, Bi."

"No, Non. That cigarette, right? I'm shy. Slips." Bi Mamas still threw away his face.

"No, Bi." Patted his shoulder. Still with confused heads. "That was us, the chat before Om Bram came."

The woman looked. "Where are you, Non? I forgot."

So anxious. Want to feel a little bit of Bi Mamas's forehead that is rather round forward. "About Andre, Bi."

"Andre?"

"Yes, Andre," I said. "Don't tell me Aunt forgot?"

"Oh, he's."

"Known?"

Bi Mamas nodded in doubt. "What's wrong with Andre? Non Alya has a crush on that young man?"

"But!" I flicked my hand in front of him. "Ngaco, uh! That's not what it means, Bi."

"Then?"

"Della's known Andre for a long time?" ask me to start the interrogation. Bi Mamas seemed to think while chewing his nuts. "Auntie is not too careful, Non. But ... long ago, before Non Alya lived with Mr. Bram's family, Son Andre had been seen playing at home several times."

"O, huh? Meet who?" I'm curious.

Bi Mamas looked at me. "Lack of knowing, Non. Probably ... meet Mr. Bram. Maybe it's Non Della."

"Which is it, Bi? See Om Bram or Della?"

"I don't know, Non. Suwer deh." Bi Mamas brandished two fingers.

Bi Mamas plucks again martabak in the package. "Yes, Non Alya himself, right, you know. I wasn't always there ontem."

"Ontem?" The language that the woman used. My brain is trying to digest as much as possible. Bi Mamas replied, "That .. that is, always be on standby at Mr. Bram's house day and night."

"Oh, on time!"

"Yes, that. Ontem, Non," he said back. "After all, I've been focusing on homework. Just occasionally meeting face to face with Nak Andre."

'Hhmmm, my instinct is to say, Bi Mamas is being dishonest. What yes?'

"But I see, it seems like Aunt is already very familiar with him? That means, not once twice dong, the Andre visited the house and met Auntie?" I'm probing.

Bi Mamas. "Kan, I told you a few times, too, Non. But not the details."

"Really?"

"Switch!" The two fingers of the woman were raised.

"That's all? Have a chat or how, maybe?"

Bi Mamas thought for a moment. Then he replied, "Most .. at that time, just praise my cooking, Non. You see, Andre often come to eat at home."

"Who's the guy?"

He's a little doubtful. But not long ago mentioned the name, "Della."

"Just Della?"

"Yes, sometimes the same Mr. Bram too, if you happen to be at home."

"When?"

"Old time, Non. Before—"

"I mean it .. morning, afternoon, evening, or night?" I was getting more excited about extracting information from this innocent figure.

"Euummhhh …. " Bi Mamas thinks. This time I did not answer.

"When, Bi?"

"Yes, it's been a while, Non."

Suddenly I felt angry. Want to feel biting Bi Mamas figure to intangible. "Time, Bi. Morning, afternoon, evening, evening, night, or even early morning. Bi Mamas isn't hiding anything, is he?"

"Yes, no, Non. I'm talking what it is" he said with his lips rounded forward.

"Then?" Must be extra patient in dealing with the attitude of this one person. Either because he doesn't know, or he's pretending to forget. One thing I have to realize in a situation like now, don't be 'leak' together'. The danger!

"I ... kekemunya .. ordinary anyway, afternoon so deh, Non," said Bi Mamas slowly. "It's night, I've never seen."

"Times?"

"hey are. 'Kan, I've never done anything at Mr. Bram's house."

'Yes, too, anyway. Nothing is wrong.'

"Terus .. according to Bi Mamas …. " My words did not continue, when the sound of Della's nursing room door knob was played from inside.

A face appeared from there. Om Bram with his lesion face. "Della's a weaver, Lya."

I immediately got up to hunt down the door. Followed by Bi Mamas from behind. No matter how he collided with that man.

"Be careful dong, Alya," said Om Bram slowly.

'Ah, stupid time. I intentionally hit him. Upset, because it was again the focus of chatting even left to sleep. But, honestly .. want dong, collision again!'

I saw Della smiling weakly on the bed. "Lya ... " he said.

"Don't say much, Del. Remember, you have to rest a lot." I'm warning.

"Non Della's. Alhamdulillahot. Finally Non woke up too," said Bi Mamas beside me. "Where's it going now, Non?"

"Bi, don't talk to me first." I warned back.

Della smiles. "It's okay, Cuy. I'm doing fine. Hehe."

"Alhamdulillah .. O Lord. Non Della healed," exclaimed Bi Mamas accompanied by a happy grin. However ….

"Dih, Bi," I said shuddering at the smile of the woman earlier. Bi Mamas gawking. "Why, Non Alya? Is there something wrong with me?"

Kulirik Della and Om Bram for a moment, then whispered softly near the earlobe Bi Mamas. "Gigi Aunty nyelip a lot of martabak nuts. There, rinse first, Bi."

Spontaneously, the woman slid away. "What time, Non?"

"Already, sana. Go to the toilet" I said. Bi Mamas's haste.

"What the hell is it?" tanya Om Bram is confused. I just smiled wryly. "There's nothing, Om. Just a little bit of improvement. Hehe," I replied accordingly. Then switch to pay attention to the condition of Della. "Would you like to eat, Del?"

Della shakes.

"Eat yes. Just a little. Have you eaten for a few days now, Del," I asked for force. " ... or do I want to peel the fruit?"

Della kept shaking.

"Gue just wants to see you, Cuy," said Della in a choked voice.

"I'm here, Del. Every day is always here. Nemenin you," my dream.

Della's eyes were a little teary. Accompanied by a shiver of lips, he said again, "Gue is afraid you're going to leave me, Cuy. I'm scared."

"Yes, Lord .. Della …. " I immediately hugged the girl's body. There were no tears flowing down this cheek. "I'm not leaving, Del. I love you."

Della and I hugged each other tightly. Our cries broke immediately, for the first time since the beginning of the introduction first. Signed by Bram. Slowly the man approached. Gently brush my hair and Della.

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