BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 62
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 62...
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I walked up the stairs one by one slowly while rubbing my forehead. Dizziness that is still felt in this head, for a moment I want to ignore first. You see, there's something else I hope, the figure of Om Bram following from behind and …..
“Non Alya why?”
Present, which suddenly appeared even Bi Mamas. Looks like he just finished undressing on the upstairs porch.
“Why what, Bi?” I was a little disappointed. Especially when looking back, the expected figure was not trailing. Asem!
“That's hold-hold jidat, Non,” Bi Mamas said while pointing at my jidat. “Headache? Aunt has medicine, tuh.”
“What medicine?” ask me while weaving lips, annoyed.
“Medicine dateng month, Non. I like to drink it again dizzy.”
“Cured?”
“Yes, no. The name is also a medicine for the moon, not a drug for problems. Hi-hi-hi,” says Bi Mamas complete with his typical and annoying laugh.
“Iiihhh .. Bi Mamas funnyuu! So want to nyubit deh sampe kebetot his kidney!” irked me. Deliberately loud, let Om Bram hear, and he immediately approached. Wizuh!
Too bad, waited for a split second, he did not appear as well. Why, anyway? Nongol dong, Om!
Where the hell is he? Time just drinking coffee long time kayak again waiting in line sebako? Though the distance between the kitchen and my current place is only one-tenth of a step. Not yet the scream. Minimal panic little cake, ‘gitu.
“Non Alya looking at who?” tanya Bi Mamas while looking downstairs. “Den Andre? No more nemenin Non Della in the hospital?”
“Dih, to the affairs of this Auntie,” my grunts are getting more upset. “My person again sports the same neck waist. Nih, tuh ... look!” I twirled my head and waist like a Tiktok artist filming video content. “Hup ... one ... two ... one .... two!”
Bi Mamas looks mangosteen. Said later, “Ooohh .. it's called sumilangeun, Non. Usually if again come the first day of the month, you like so much. Especially waist area and dizziness feeling too.”
Sof know! More guests discussed.
“Tau, ah!” I said at last as I hurried to continue my steps towards the room. Leaving behind Bi Mamas who looked only gawking as I looked back.
I threw this body on the bed. Cuddling with half a foot on the bed. Then turn back to face the ceiling. Thinking and imagining something that really does not need to be done at that time. What why? Unuseful.
But question after question that is often present lately, so tempting and want to immediately find the point of knowing the truth. Especially if it's not about Om Bram and Della's attitude. Andre's? That's business later.
I believe, Aunt Cassandra must be honest. She is married to Bram, but not her father Della. Is this the weakest gap they did not have time to guess before, if one day I —pasti— will find out about the conspiracy.
All right, now I'm on my own. Still going to continue this investigation and pretend to be blind about the fictitious wedding? The second option is to unpack everything with the consequences of getting mixed responses from Om Bram and Della. The latter is certainly very risky; gone or expelled.
I-i understand. They won't do it directly and roughly, perhaps. But for a long time and slowly —can be so— I will be made to feel uncomfortable with the family of Om Bram. So choose to go alone. That's definitely the case. The problem is why should they make the conspiracy drama? Creating a logical flaw scheme. Wh-wh-what for? Why should the target be me? Don't-don't .. Della has long kissed me that I like her papa? So why does Om Bram always seem to give me a gap of hope? Is he normal or not, anyway?
Normal? Not normal?
Why did you choose this question like that? Logically, how could a lonely widower like Om Bram look cold when there is a gap to intimidate me, for example? We did touch the lips, but at that time also in the condition of Om Bram was drunk heavily. Physically, it is not so difficult for the man to get pleasure with any woman. I am still crazy to this day. Is that really what she's doing to keep Della feeling?
I rolled over the body, changed position to stretch myself to the right.
Continuing Andre's problem, he was like a mystery all along. Like not so foreign to the Om Bram family. Even in the eyes of Bi Mamas was so. Bizarrely. What is the red thread of all these relationships, anyway?
Is it possible that Andre is Om Bram's son too? Not likely. Well then, between Andre and Om Bram once established a special relationship that is not unusual, maybe? So that makes Della so hate the figure of the young man. Ah, what kind of thought is this? There is no way that Brewok likes ‘long-terongan’. Hi-hi's.
Keep what, dong? Please, deh! Why do I have to be in a circle of people who are full of weirdness, anyway? But clearly and do not want to be denied, until this moment I still hope the love of a Bram. No matter how bad he's ever done. Not now, maybe later, we can both make that dream come true. If yes, if not?
BUKS!
I was pounding my bed, so upset and curious.
Was it for my obsession that I had to sacrifice a friendship with Della? No more care about him. The most important thing is I can get Om Bram.
The huft!
I rise from this fall. Sit for a moment on the edge of the mattress and start taking a swing.
“Bram ... are you as normal as I thought?” my mummy was determined.
Then stand up, step closer to the large mirror displayed on the wall of the room. Surrounding myself in a casual t-shirt and knee-length shorts. Then I pinched the cloth wrapped in the waist so that my sensual side looks tight. Hhmmm, not so bad. Superior than Della's, except for skin color. Hi-hi's.
Alright ….
I'm replacing it with a better-fitting T-shirt and shorts, so it looks sexy. So I'm going to Om Bram today to prove, is he a normal guy?
Alright ….
I changed my costume for no less than two minutes. Cut yourself in front of the same mirror for a while, then step outside the room as gracefully as possible. Similar to the way the models walk on the paint walk.
Wait for you, Bram. Today, Della is still in the hospital. I will seduce him to the point of no longer hiding the pretense of his desires!
Am I crazy? Might as well. This urge to love Om Bram makes me feel less sane. I don't give a shit about that. Let everything happen from now on ... today .. in Om Bram's own house.
...SERIATE...
