BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 68

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 68...

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I think, now it's turned around 180° (one hundred and eighty degrees). The AS Om Bram card has been bagged. There was no more room for him to dodge or lie now.

"I admit everything, dear Alya," said Om Bram. "Ultimately .. I have made mistakes. Fatal, maybe. And I .. didn't expect this to be the result."

I let him talk. It will not be interrupted or asked. Just want to know, until where the honesty will be revealed by itself. Although in fact, it is eager for this heart to hear the core of the problem or mistake that he means.

"I've been trying for years to improve myself. Not like this or not."

Sebal!

Why the hell, the sentence is ambiguous like that? He said he was 'doing a mistake', now it's 'not like this'. What does Om Bram mean? Clearly, he was still trying to hide the real reality. Still want to dodge? I don't know. I better wait for a while.

Om Bram said, "You know what? I raised Della by myself, ever since her mother died. I don't want any interference from any woman while taking care of that child until now. Hence, I chose not to have a wife. How many years' try, Alya?"

Count it yourself, Bram. About mathematics, this brain is somewhat less friendly functioned. Except to pursue your heart and love. Hi-hi's. 

I still don't want to answer. Let it be until he is done telling a story or by himself asking questions that I really have to answer.

"Now he's your age" said Om Bram. "In the meantime, I tried to be patient and refrain from getting married. Until finally ...your arrival into the midst of our family, a little has affected my original intentions."

Since arrival? You mean Om Bram liked me from the first time he knew me? 

Yeah, God! Really it? I thought I was the only one who had that feeling. Linger having to play and harbour this dream from everyone. Quickly, at first glance sometimes he seems to want to return my love, but often also looks apathetic. 

Uh, briefly ….

Should I just believe his nonsense? No. gabe. I have to look expensive now. The experience of being lied to by Om Bram during this time, I should be used as a valuable lesson. Usually, people who like to lie, will return to do so if in a desperate condition. It does not rule out the possibility of Om Bram was doing that one action.

"Frankly, Alya, I do like you" the man concluded.

"Are you sure about how you feel, Bram?" my question while refraining from immediately squandering into his embrace. I have to sell expensive! There are no free bonuses or discounts. Point as big as a coconut .. finely shredded!

"Do you have any doubts about my words, Alya?" 

"Yes, that's!" my reply was fierce without the slightest want to look back or look at the beautiful eyeballs of creatures that I admired so much. "You think I'll believe it right away, 'that, after so many times you guys lied? Yeah, not so 'nice, Bram!"

"Ooohh .. so, huh?" tanyanya sucks. Enough to say that. No more continuation. At least try to convince me or how it's up to him. Totally insensitive and very immature! Huh!

"Yes, that's!"

"Keep so that you believe in me, 'how do you want now, Alya?"

Ow hell! That's a trap question. I can't be caught or trapped. He thought, I'll put forth my greatest desire right now for proof. Indeed, the percentage that will be granted is very large. But do I have to sell myself for free to a liar like him? 

"I don't want anything with you, Bram," I said at last, succeeding in resisting this emotional turmoil to dock into his arms. Continue to enjoy the touch of every strand of feathers on every inch of his body. Nay! I'm not a stupid woman like Aunt Widya used to be tricked by the Bram. "No matter what you want, try to be honest. Don't go against me, but start with yourself, Bram."

"That's what you want?" the question again sounds like a trap to me. Between convincing and urgent. 

I still don't want to look at that man's face. My concentration and control must be maintained if I want to keep thinking sanely.

"Description needs? Meanin?"

Huh, this is a man! Age has really matured, but his mind is still kayak? The time for the meaning of the word was that simple only he could not understand, anyway?

"Think of it yourself, Bram," I said. "I'm sure you'll understand the problem better than I do." I closed my eyes. Trying my hardest not to look. Iota. "I'm just an ordinary girl, Bram. Wong ndeso, still young, has never dated, is still a virgin, uh. I mean ... has never been a stranger to the world of marriage like you. So, you must understand 'what I really am now, right?"

"It's not Della, is it?" suddenly tanyanya.

Yeah, God!

I almost looked and tore that face apart with all this cheek skin.

"Hhmmm, don't try to divert our conversation, Bram. I know, you yourself haven't been completely honest with me," I said fiercely. "Before, I did fall in love with you, Bram. Extremely in love. To the extent that I don't know who I really am. I'm nuts. But when the veil of your falsehood begins to unfold, this heart changes completely little by little, Bram. I realized, is this love or is it just an obsession? That's what you need to know now about me, Bram."

"Alya …." Suddenly Om Bram grabbed my finger. "A-aku—"

"Don't touch me!" 

The man released it back. I saw from the corner of this eye, it seemed like he looked back for a moment. The stairs to the bottom floor. Whatdoes thatmean? Worried that my screeches were heard by Bi Mamas?

"I'm sorry, Alya. I am guilty of a lot of things with you. T-but .. is there no other chance for me to fix it all? Like I did with Mama Della?"

My head was spinning, but not about to look at the man's face. Instead of looking down deeply and just glued to the big big toe Om Bram, head longer in size by the next finger.

Hhmmm ….

"You want a chance, Bram?" many challenging.

"Y-yeah, Alya. But why the hell, you have to duck so? Look at me, dong," said Om Bram as he touched this chin.

"Don't touch me!"

"L-yes! B-well! But don't yell so dong, Alya. Entar Bi Mamas denger and thought we—"

"I don't care!"

"O-okay .. b-well," he said sounding nervous. "But it's quiet, huh? Just ordinary. Flat. Don't yell anymore. Okay?"

"I'm not talking about the world cup anymore, Bram!"

"Well, who's talking balls, Alya? I'm just saying—"

"So you said something about Qatar!"

"From, honey, not Qatar."

"I don't care!" I said to get upset myself eventually. I'm wrong to hear, why am I to blame too? He should be the one apologizing. The rules are, right? Hi-hi's.

"Yes, already. It's up to you, Alya. But please yeah, don't yell anymore."

"okay!" I said it's getting louder.

"Goddessa .. Alya. Shhhh!"

Hhmmm, she's scared now. Worry about me being fucked? Hi-hi-hi's chat. Tumbens. Didn't Om Bram ever do anything to Aunt Widya? Why is it turning into a coward now, anyway?

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