BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 65

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 65...

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"Ih .. ih .. iiihhh!"

Plaque! Pluck up! Plaque! Pluck up!

I hit this slaughtered with all my might. Let it be ruined. But there, I even exhausted myself. Pat on the mattress while panting holding back the emotions in the heart.

"I hate Bram! I hate! Hate it! Benciiii ..." I cried with restraint. Not so loud. Afraid to hear Bi Mamas who was continuing his laundry work down there. "But ... I also still keep ngerinduin diaa ... hiks hyks."

I don't know how else to deal with this taste. On the one hand I was so angry with his past Om Bram, but on the other hand I hoped he would change. It's much better after being a match with me, of course. Hi-hi's. So, what about Della? Andre's?

"Aahhh .. uh! Iiihhh!"

Plaque! Pluck up! Plaque! Pluck up!

This time it's the bolster that's been my target.

Nay! I can't hurt my own friend. Della I've taken it like a sister. Alya cannot be a traitor. Scissors in the fold. Incarnate like a tumbila on the sidelines of a mattress. That's for sure!

So now how? Going to visit Della? All right, leave. But what if I left him to escape, huh? Worried about getting sick again and getting treated.

Ah, so confused now.

If I had stayed for Della, it would have meant I had to stay with them. Look with Bram and every day must wrestle with his own feelings.

Nay!

I better just go! I leave everything behind rather than constantly being gnawed at this excruciating taste!

Gone off? Yeah, gone. Now either. Especially after knowing everything about .. uh, Om Bram.

Alright ….

Brak!

I got off the bed by shaking my feet to the floor. Pretty little pain until it feels pain to the deepest bones. Don't care. Instead of eating liver.

I hurriedly packed clothes into a makeshift backpack, so as not to arouse suspicion if Bi Mamas caught it later. Justjust in case. Thank you for not meeting that 'Ceu Edoh' twin.

Fortunately, there is still a remaining financial balance of savings that I have rarely used. Just for the purposes of transportation costs, it feels enough.

Hup!

Backpacks on my back. It was quite heavy pressing on this back that was bending forward. With a T-shirt dressed in tight jeans and a hat covering my head, I tiptoed out of the room. Looked out for a while, who knows Bi Mamas had dried up clothes there. Silent, means safe. Then continue to peek downstairs. There was a washing machine coming from the back room.

I slowly descended one by one the stairs with great caution, so as not to squeak these sneakers screaming to call Bi Mamas. There was no sign of the figure of the housekeeper emerging from the direction I avoided.

Hhmmm .. Come to think of it, I look like a clothesline, huh? Hix-hiks-hiks. Heart palpitations, for fear of being discovered.

Safe ….

I almost got to the front door. Then slowly rotate the door knob, pulling it little by little, until the remaining free space to slip this body moves outside.

Hold breath ... hold your breath.. hold your breath ….

"Alya?"

Duk!

"Ouch!"

My face hit the door leaf blade hard. Don't ask what it feels like. Certainly more pain in-PHP-in by si ….

"Om Bram? Holy jeez!"

The face is annoying but very tempting .. uh, miss it suddenly present a few centimeters in front of this face.

"What are you doing?" asked the man with brown eyes skinning all over me from bottom to top. "Where are you going, Alya? How, carrying a bag all?"

For a moment I stared at him, then fiercely glanced back inside the house.

"Alya!" call Om Bram back, chasing from behind. "Hey, I'm the same as you, Alya!"

I don't give a shit. Stay cool stepping towards the back room, where the washing machine is usual. There also my appearance was stared at by Bi Mamas with strange eyes.

At the same time, Om Bram was present from behind me.

"Alya! Hey, Alya say—"

The man did not continue his words as soon as he realized there was a Bi Mamas figure in the room.

"Say— what?" my challenger judges out of curiosity with an incomplete sentence from Om Bram's mouth.

For a moment the tall, hairy figure seemed confused and I knew very well what was the cause. Must be awkward and ashamed of Bi Mamas' existence, right? Huh, loser! Try if indeed he really likes me, would be cool with any condition. Yeah, right? Thate. Yes, yes, dong?

"Say .. saayy .. ur who was there this morning, right?" tanya Om Bram. "I-I want breakfast, Alya. He-he."

Hhmmm .. right, right? He is a real coward. Honestly it's hard, let alone frankly love me, for example.

"Oh!" I lifted my chin as I looked away from the stare of those plump eyes. Then handed this backpack to Bi Mamas. "Bi, haven't you washed yet? I also want to purify, nih," I said as I took out the clothes from the packaging earlier.

"Loh, this will still be clean, Non," said Bi Mamas astonished. "It looks new in—"

"It's dirty, Bi!" tukasku while winking at Bi Mamas. "Snap, dong! The holiness of that was ndak kelar-kelar, anyway?"

"I-iya, Non, yes. I-this just rinse for a while, really," Bi Mamas stuttered. "Let me wash it off, Non. All …." The old woman's eyes seemed to be glancing at my back. Who else if not to the Brewok memeb ... uh, exciting it.

"Let me be! I'm used to it, I take care of myself! Do whatever it takes for people to make a living!" I said sniping at the figure behind it. "In fact, I should have been self-aware as well. Whoa .. 'that's right? Just a wong ndeso that's easy to lie to, in-PHP-i. False hopeuu .. sepalsu his feelings!"

"Nl …."

"Shut up, Bi!" seruku pretended fierce. "I'm doing another presentation exercise. Yaaa ... just in case, who knows later kepake to ngadepin people who like lying!"

"But, Non—"

"Sudaahh. Aunt just shut up. Let me all work. Aunty doesn't need to interfere with her work!"

"Non ... Mr. Bram is not behind Non Alya," whispered Bi Mamas.

"Huhhhh?"

Instantly I stopped the activity of removing clothes from inside the backpack. Then rush to re-enter the whole alias awut-awutan.

"Well, why put it again, Non? He said he wanted nyuci?" asked Bi Mamas while watching my behavior, astonished by myself.

"Pretend, Bi," I whispered. "Let's Om Bram not suspect."

"Suspectedly? Where is Non Alya going?"

I stared for a moment at Ceu Idoh's face .. uh, Bi Mamas. Then he said, "I want to go, Bi."

"Yes, Allah ... Non?" The old woman looked surprised. "Where's Jon Alya going?"

For a moment I looked back to make sure that Om Bram wasn't in his place. Then continued to say, "I want to go home, Bi. I don't feel right here."

"Yes, God!" Bi Mamas' old eyes widened large.

Hhmmm, I can't bear to see his expression. Too bad. Maybe Bi Mamas was in shock upon hearing my words just now.

"Lagian .. I don't have any hope here anymore, Bi."

"Yes, God! Nope?"

I don't want to see Bi Mamas's face.

"Auntie don't worry. I can take care of myself, really. The journey from here to Java is most just a day-night. I've had to take the bus, what majors, and get off where."

"B-not that I-I mean s-me, Non. T-tapi—"

"Calm down, Bi. Cost problem, I have a little savings, really. Enough to travel there. When I get there, I'll definitely tell Auntie."

"Money!" exclaimed Bi Mamas while patting my arm and pointing.

"What's up, Bi?"

"P-sir B-beaver .. uh, Bram!" bi Mamas replied still pointing towards my back.

"Huhhhh?!"

I immediately turned around.

"Geezoooo!"

...SERIATE...