BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 6
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 6...
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"meaning?"
Della got up from her seat. Walked toward me. "Alya .. papah I want to consider you as your own biological child. Just like me."
Yeah, God! It feels like a dream. Really it? I became Om Bram's foster son. Although happy, but honestly I hope ....
Della continued her words. "Now your life is the responsibility of my father. Didn't you ever tell me that you don't have any parents?"
Yeah, a while back, I was telling Della about my life. Father died when I was ten years old, while thirsting for affection and the caress of a beloved figure. Live a kara with Mbok who is just an ordinary farmer. Then he followed to the afterlife, a few days before the announcement of my final grade school graduation.
Had confused and frustrated life without the backrest of my blood people. Especially as a child in the family. There is only Mbak Darmi, son of Mr. Le Sunyoto, who became the place of this bitter complaint. To the woman also, I entrust all the inheritance received to be managed by her.
"Yes, already. If you insist on continuing your education to the city, Mbak can only support and pray for you, Alya," Mbak Darmi said one time. "Regarding the heritage land that you want to sell it, let Mbak who ngurus. You just calm down and focus on studying in the city. Later every month Ma'am send you money for your needs."
I believe in Madam Darmi. There's no one else I can count on, other than him. So armed with money from the sale of inherited land, this determination is already unanimous to go to continue the level of education. Not all are brought, because half of the money is used by Mbak Darmi trading. It runs until now, but did not know the situation I have now moved to the family home Om Bram. Gratis.
"Alya .... "
"Eh, Del." My daydreams are back. "Yes, what's wrong?"
"Need to be again?" the girl asked, looking at my eyes.
I'm down. Avoiding Della's gaze, of course. "I just ... suddenly remembered Mbak Darmi."
Della nodded. "Why?"
"I haven't heard from you about my move here, Del."
"I think, no, no" Della said.
"Lho, why?" I'm astonished.
Della thought for a moment. "Let's just say you're still living in a rented house. Let him send you money every month. Well, that money you can save in the bank to prepare you for the future. Simple, right?"
I nodded slowly. "But I don't usually lie, Del."
Unusual lying? Then about my race on Della's papa all this time? Uh, what flavor, huh?
"Cuy, so people don't be so innocent. Think of. Use your brain. This is in anticipation for your own life" Della replied seriously.
Della. "Entar, yes, I'm telling you. Now you take a shower, gih. Today's part I'm cooking. Biar Bi Mamas. Okay?"
"Rel .... "
"Otherwise?"
I was silent for a moment. "Would Om Bram say that?"
"Which one?"
I patted the girl's arm slowly. "Consider me as Om Bram's son."
Della's lips slowly opened, then the waves immediately blurted. "Keep .. would you like to be considered a wham?"
"So, I was asked instead." Back my claps landed on his shoulder.
Della did not answer. He rushed to the basement after giving me a sweet smile. Hhmmm ... This time it was not a loud laugh. But smile. Does that mean Della's telling the truth?
I was raised as Om Bram's son. The middle-aged man was full of that charm.
Yeah, God!
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Phill Collins's Another Day in Paradise chatter echoed across the vehicle's interior space. Bram followed lyrics after lyrics of the song eloquently, behind the wheel. Next to her was Della, covered with ear holes tightly closed earpieces. Fall asleep or deliberately close your eyes while enjoying another drum? While I was more silent, sitting in the back row of seats. Toying fingers on top of the phone screen. Occasionally these eyes stared straight at the middle mirror, watching Bram's cheerful face.
"Della, honey," called Bram and glanced at the princess. The girl did not respond. Maybe it's right to fall asleep, it could be that the male's voice is outnumbered by the volume of his headset. "Rel .... " Bram repeated again. Della's still not flinching.
Bram's eyes instantly turned to peek at me through the mirror reflection of the vehicle. Along with the discharge of the direction of this eye to another place. Damn it, I was caught stealing my eyes.
"Alya .. " call Bram later. "Eh, yes, Om," I replied nervously blushing. Hope this face doesn't turn out to look like boiled shrimp. Those sharp eyes are still staring at me.
"You hungry? We stopped by first, yes, in the restaurant ahead there," said Bram accompanied by a smile. Hhmmm .. I have no power to answer. Enjoying the charming grin in front of me that's all, it feels enough to make this stomach pain disappear. Yeah, God. For some reason, every time I was around the man, the rumbling in my chest never stopped.
"Kok, quiet? You're no longer a thrush, are you, Alya?" seductive Bram peeked at me again. "Oh, yes, Om." Only that sentence can be said with the vibration of fingers rubbing the body of the phone. Almost regardless of the grip, if not immediately I throw it on the lap.
Ah, it's really hard to understand. I don't know what kind of magic that the thin-furnished figure in front of it has. This conscious and control of the heart often malfunctioned, as soon as its charm hit my race point. Shaking, nervous, difficult to speak, even the tormenting heat often comes. My whole life has never felt that way, towards any man. But the aura of Om Bram? Yeah, God. I hope I can control and hold back.
Maybe I'm the kind of girl who's hard to fall in love with. Since getting to know the world of puberty and know the opposite sex, have never felt such a big bang. It means like when I see Om Bram. Bramanditya Satriadireja, his full name. Men are twice as old as I am, thin curly-haired, tall postures with ideal body weight, as well as the decoration of the feathers in some parts of his body that often makes me feel like melting just like that.
Honestly, many of my male friends have features that are almost similar to Om Bram, but none of them can thrill this heart. Even an Andre who has a blood contamination bule, for me it is common to feel alone. Though with a handsome face capital and reddish white skin like an Erofa tourist, I have to line up in a long queue if I want to get his attention.
I don't know, I prefer a mature man, much older but fashionable, charismatic, heavy-sounding, plump posture, and black 'grass. That criterion is really real in Bram's body, Della's papa. The man who he said chose a singles almost ten years since the death of his wife. Ah, it's a bit of a doubt, if in that period of time, he was able to refrain from the glittering women of the world full of charm. Out there maybe he has a stash. Doubt if any of my people do not fail to see the physical perfection of a Bram. That girl is one of me.
...SERIATE...
