BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 58

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 58...

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After attending the last course, I decided to go to a nearby shopping center, to buy personal needs. Before visiting Della at the hospital. There's some stuff I need to find there.

Intentionally, since morning trying to avoid Andre who often followed wherever I stepped.

"Why, anyway, are you following me on, Ndre?" I was annoyed while staring at the ferocious man of mixed blood. He said, "I want to talk to you, Lya. You didn't hear that from?"

I breathed in annoyance, looking away. "I told you that, too, right? I don't want to talk to you, Ndre. You don't get it?"

"Yes, please. Scaring me." Andre is getting closer to me. "There's something I need to explain to you. Please, Lya."

"I said no, yes ... no, Ndre," I insisted. "Enough, don't follow it."

"But, Lya. I …. " Andre is still adamant and following my steps.

"I'm going to the toilet. You want to come too?"

My gaze is getting worse. Andre nodded and looked confused to speak. "I ... mmhhh, no, Yes. Just come in, deh. I'll just wait outside, okay?"

"Whatever, but I still don't want to talk to you," I confirmed.

"Until when?" ask Andre.

Think about it a few moments first. Then I said, "Until I decide for myself, when to talk to you."

"Please, deh, yes."

"Please, Andre! I want to pee!" I pushed the man's body away. "Would you like to see me pee here?"

"Eh, no! There inside, dong!" reply Andre.

"You are far away. It's a girls' toilet, you know?"

"Yes, I know."

"Go away. Or do I want to tell you?"

"Eh, no, Lya!" Andre took a few steps back. "Yes, already. Piss, yes, just pee. That's quiet in there, yeah."

I glared round. Ask the man back, "Otherwise? How, even more angry? I'm, aren't I, I'm far away."

"Your last words!"

"Which one? Pissing problem? Yeah, already. You're gonna pee, aren't you?"

"Lt!"

Still upset, I left Andre staring at the toilet door. While I was alone, I was even engrossed in pecking myself through a large mirror in the hand wash.

'Beautiful .. ' I murmured in my heart. 'Not much different from city girls in general. Just a little brownish. O, yes. Term, exotic. According to the men I heard. Ideal height as the average woman. Not fat, especially skinny. The hair?' I broke the crown of this head until it fell forward. Covering part of the face to the chest. 'Straight and black too. My chest …. '

I twisted this body while advancing a little bit of the ribs. 'Hhmmm, standard too, anyway. Natural. It's like Pamela Anderson's super jumbo, but it's mixed with silicone rubber. Hihihi.' I laughed myself behind my palm. Almost without sound. Worried that someone was in the toilet room inside, and thought this giggling sound was thought to be a sighting in broad daylight.

'But ... ah, why did Bram never show his interest in me? Instead, she prefers the widow to have one child, the Cassandra. Huh, sebel! I am, 'right, still original.'

Suddenly there was a noise outside the toilet. The angry female voice. It was unclear what was said, but from his tone it was like he was scolding someone.

How long the toilet door was open. A female of my age entered with a pouting face.

I hurriedly adjusted my attitude to not look strange. Then he asked the woman, "What's wrong, Mom?"

He stood beside me. Both look in the mirror. With the same romance. He replied, "That's .. the guy standing outside of it. Why, try, is he there? This is, right, the girls' toilet. Make me suspicious."

I smiled wryly. "Oh, that's Andre."

The woman looked. "You know him?"

He snorted. "hey are. I was at omelin. She's waiting for you?"

I glanced for a moment. "Ndon't know, Ma'am. I also tried to get him to leave. But ... apparently still hangs in there."

"Your boyfriend, huh?"

"Huh?" I closed the water spout. "Daughter?" I laughed for a moment.

"Kok, even grin? Why?" The woman looked at me in wonder.

"He's not my girlfriend, Ma'am. Just a lecture," I replied, this time pretending to dry my hands with a piece of tissue. "My boyfriend .. tall, big, curly hair, chest and arms are hairy. Lalu—"

"Hhmmm, it's very similar" said the woman cutting off my imagination.

"Who? Bram?" I'm appalled.

He cringed. "Name Bram? Very cool. New this time—"

"Do you know Om Bram?" I'm getting curious.

The woman's eyebrows are rising. "Omm? Still your brother is the same?"

"Yes, there's no family ties as well, Ma'am," I'm starting to get upset. "Don't know him?"

"Who?"

"Braam. Om Bram?"

"No. Just know."

"Know where?"

"Collateral!"

"Huh?" I'm appalled. "Who do you mean by Bram, anyway?"

Suddenly the woman laughed. "I mean .. gorilla."

"Well!"

'Damn it! He likens my Om Bram to a gorilla! If only he had known that man, it would have melted as well as I did! Huh! Don't know him yet!' my grumbling in my heart. I was also upset by the woman's talk. But ….

"Sorry, I was just kidding. Hahaha," he said as he thrust out a palm. "Known, I'm Siska. The Children of the Faculty of Engineering. You who?"

Although still with an upset heart, I received his hand. "I'm Alya. The Faculty of Economics."

The figure named Siska is mangosteen. "Oohs. You're from Java, huh?"

"Kok, you know what?" I'm astonished. It was great that he could directly guess the origin of my residence. Is this one of the characteristics of indigo?

Siska smiled withheld, accompanied by a head loop over and over. "Yes, you know."

"Know where, Ma'am?"

Truly the Siska is more suitable to be a shaman than a technical scholar. Her amazing! Not to mention earlier, laugh him crisp carrying all primate animals.

Siska. "Your logo, tuh, which makes people easy to guess from your origin, Alya. Haha. How, anyway?"

O, yes. Right too. Then I'm wrong. He doesn't have to be a shaman. The engineering masters are also good. Because you can guess the genealogy of someone. Including me, of course. Evidently, Siska's conjecture technique is precise.

"Yes, too, yeah. I never thought up there myself. Hehe," my timpal just realized while reopening the water spout.

"Your old man is here?" siska asked, looking at me sharply.

"Almost annually. Long ago, anyway, snekos. But it's been a few months with Om—"

"I mean, since when are you in the toilet?" Siska's laughter almost broke.

"Why, why?"

Siska's eyes stared at the pile of tissue paper in front of me. "Gue look from earlier you open-close the mulu tap. How many tissue sheets?"

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