BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 60

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 60...

...------- o0o---------...

Della was sitting relaxed while playing a cell phone, accompanied by Bi Mamas who was busy feeding the girl, when I entered the treatment room. There's Om Bram in there, too. Gleefully gliding over the long chair, watching the two women closely.

"Hi, everyone," I said lightly with no expression at all.

"Hi, Lya," Della replied as she turned her gaze from the smartphone screen to me. "Tumben is a little night. Where have you been, Cuy?"

Bi Mamas throws a knotty smile without making a sound.

I sighed for a moment, before answering Della's question. "There was a need earlier. Ordinary ... college business," I said without looking back at the figure of the hairy man in the corner. "What's your health right now, Del? Is it a little better?"

Della nodded. Answer, "Lumayan. Just need to rest for the next few days for the recovery process. It may not be long, it's been brought home."

"Ooohh, thank goodness." I was grieving for a moment. Then take over the task of Bi Mamas who still feed Della with typical hospital food. Sleek rice mixed with fresh soup and a few pieces of vegetables. "Let's be with me, Bi." The middle-aged woman gave up.

"Gue's full, Cuy," said Della refusing my feed.

"A little more, Del. Let you get well soon" I said.

I want to stuff it with the plate into the girl's mouth. To repay this disappointment for the attitude of Della who has been fooling me all this time. Especially on the figure stuck on the long chair. Liar and false hope spreader.

"Have you eaten yet, Lya?" Suddenly there was a heavy and hoarse voice in the corner there. I'm silent. Pretending not to hear and wanting to focus more kindly on Della.

"A little bit more, yeah, Del. It's almost over, really," I said as I thrust a spoonful of rice into Della's mouth. The girl refused. "Gue said it's full too, Cuy!" his mouth was accompanied by a head.

"Let's get healthy again, Del!" irked me.

"We're eating outside, yuk, lya." Om Bram's voice is heard. I still don't budge. Pretending to force Della to open her mouth wide.

"Father ngajak you," said Della. "Kok, it's my meaning, anyway?"

"Yes .." call Om Bram.

"Get the food, Del! Don't be stubborn, you are!" I said getting louder. Bi Mamas who was at the side until gawking.

"Let's be with me, deh, Non," said Bi Mamas. "Non Alya is called Father, no."

"Know, here, Lya!" timpal Della with curly lips.

No longer able to control the rumbling in my heart, I cried out loudly. "I just want you to be healthy again, Della! Don't think about me!" The plate of food threw down on Della's side, then continued to say, "I don't deserve the attention of anyone!"

Bi Mamas and Della to a jerk. Bummer. Said the girl, "Cuy ... You why?" Slowly he grabbed my finger.

"Non Alya .. " timpal Bi Mamas while holding my arm.

The sound of heavy footsteps approached.followed a gentle swipe on my shoulder. "Alya, Honey. You why?"

"Damnah!" Kutepis his fingers off this shoulder.

I was really upset and fed up with all the treatment of that man. Everything is just a show. Lying is endless until now.

Della looked at me deeply, then turned to look at Om Bram with a look of wonder. The girl asked, "What's the matter, actually between Papah and Alya?"

Papa?

Soon get this emotion. Unknowingly. My ridiculous behavior, worried that it would be fatal to Della's health condition. Don't let him know about my true feelings for Om Bram. Try to be patient first, until you find the right time to claw the chest of the field full of feathers.

"Don't touch me, Andre! Release!" suddenly shouts.

Della's gawking. "Andre?"

"It's me, Alya. Bram. Papah you yourself .. " said Om Bram broken. Either confused or maybe not even calling himself a figure of my parents. To be sure, I must quickly complete this mock action with ....

"Om Bram? Yeah, God! Forgive Alya, Om .... " I'm throwing a hug at him. Clutching tightly the large tall body, while dropping the head between the groves of breast feathers of the man. Appreciable. Opportunities like this don't come twice. Although the heart is still filled with resentment, in fact it can not be denied, being in the current position is able to crush my hate on him.

"I'm sorry Alya, Om," I said over and over again.

Totally convinced. In this way, Della will not be suspicious. Moreover, being able to detect my heartbeat that is increasingly echoing. Appreciable. Plus the length of the duration, no problem.

"D-yeah, A-Alya. G-it's okay, k-kok!" sahut Om Bram is nervous. "Eh, k-you why, s-sih? Uh!"

Della chimed in. "Yes, Cuy? Why, the hell, lu? Is there a problem with Andre?"

I don't want to answer first. Just hoping for a little. Let me in this position, just for a second. Yeah, briefly. Long time is okay too.

"Alya .." call Om Bram while trying to let go of my embrace. "Let's go get her hug, honey."

"Huh?" I raised my face. Staring at the brownish eyeballs with pliable feathers adorned the edges of the petals. "What, Om?"

The smile of the man was beautiful. Moving his cheek meat filled with the rest of the coarse sideburns. If I had touched it, it would have caused the blood vessels in this fingers to break apart. "Prelease his embrace, Alya," replied Om Bram with a warm breath hitting my face. Feels like a gust of wind****** a pickaxe capable of flying a body towards the natural decays of nirvana.

Damnit damnit!

The more I hate, this one male figure even more missed. What's with me? Why is it so easy for my heart to melt so close to him? Though clearly, was eager to curse and claw the berewok face. It seems to have lost control for a moment. It sucks!

"O, yes. Sorry, Om. Alya forgot," I said hurriedly following her request. Worrying makes me even more unable to control my feelings. Almost wanted to lift our heels, so we could stand in line. "Sorry .... "

"Eh, bushyet! I wasn't even answered! Oi! I'm here, Guys!" seloroh Della on the bed.

I quickly turned around and asked the girl. "Eh, yes. What's it, Del? I-i .. a-i .... "

Della snorted annoyed. "Free! Not going to connect! Your brain is still loading!"

"So, why? What, you're angry?" I held Della's fingers. "Remember your health, Del."

Della tickles. Maybe annoyed. "Boro-boro cepet healed. Ngadepin you who often like this, even make me worse, Cuy."

"Lho, what was my fault, Del? You ... What, so?" My forehead wrinkled. It is hard to digest his words. This must be due to the hug that still has a strong effect.

"You, ah! Pake nanya anyway? Hey!" as Della gets more upset apparently.

"Dih, asked ... kok, even so the answer? Slow to think of you, Del."

"The other is so. The lemot! Am I the one wronged? Your father, ah!"

"It's up to you, Deh, Del." I finally gave up. "Important to save your energy. Let it heal quickly, and we gather together again."

"Hhmmm," muttered Bi Mamas on the side. I'm turning. "What's up, Bi?" He just smiled wryly without returning my gaze.

"Alya .." call Om Bram a few moments later.

"Yes, Om."

...SERIATE...