BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 7

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 7...

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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.

Could it be because from the age of ten, I never felt the touch of a father's affection again? Then now obsessed with patching my shortcomings on a male figure that has really matured. Forty years, is the time when almost all the males top their actual times as a man. Mature and able to care for whole heart. Understand what your partner really needs. Womens.

Is it wrong if because of such things, that underlies me to want to bend my knees to surrender fully to a figure like Bram? The fact I have to face right now is that the man is the father of my own best friend. A jealous and unrelenting daughter kicked out anyone who dared to approach her papa. Absolutely do not want any other woman to be a competitor to get the affection of a Bram. Then what about me? Will this taste only be a decoration, as well as a lifelong inner tormentor as long as I am in their midst? Everlasting friendship or anchoring a dream opportunity only once?

Could it be able to refract this sense by accepting Andre's heart phrase some time ago? Yes, the oriental-faced man once expressed interest in me.

"I like you, Lya," said Andre when I sat alone in the campus garden, waiting for Della who was facing the lecturer. "I tried to think and study, maybe my race was pseudo. The extent of love that suddenly stopped by for a moment because we often meet. But the longer it takes, I don't want to hold it. I'm sure that my feelings are pure because I .. like you, Lya."

I'm speechless. I didn't want to give a response or answer at the time. Letting Andre sit next to me chattering out all the contents of his heart, in order to get what he expected.

"Where, Lya? You want to, right, accept my presence?" andre asked for certainty. I don't want to look, look into the man's eyes. No. gabe. Worrying about other feelings that do not want to disappoint him.

I know, there's another female figure who wishes she was his lover. It was none other than Della. Behind the girl's apathy towards Andre, I'm sure she harbors a sense of liking. Highlighting the eyes and different attitudes wrapped in laughter and strange chatter, it could not be hidden from my inner radar. Della likes Andre.

"Thank you for your honesty, Ndre. But .... " I paused for a moment to think, worried that the next sentence would hurt him. "I don't want to think in that direction just yet. I want to focus on education, Ndre."

"Emang what's wrong if you live together, Lya? Study in college and learn to understand our characters and feelings for each other." Andre tried to diplomacy.

"Now you are also learning my principles, Ndre. I'm the stubborn one," I replied defensively. "After all, why should I? There are many other beautiful women that you can get. Della, for example."

Andre smiled wryly. "City ... Lye .... It's a matter of the heart. It's not about taste that can change at any moment."

Yeah, I get that. The same is the case with this taste that has not also wanted to fade from the figure of Bram. I am not sure that the presence of Andre later, will be able to erode in such a way that the desire that often tempestuous. But ... what's wrong with trying? What about Della? Should I let the girl hope to be close to Andre?

"Where, Lya? You want to, right, accept me?" Andre was pressing me again.

"Give me some time to think, Ndre. It's not as easy and it doesn't have to be that quick to make a decision. I'm a girl, Ndre," I replied as I looked around. Worried that Della's figure suddenly appeared between us.

Andre nodded a few times. "Yes, I understand that. How long?"

"I can't be sure, Ndre."

"Why?"

"Yes, God. You still have a lot to learn about the qualities of women, Ndre. I said it wasn't that easy either." I shifted my butt away from Andre who was getting stuck.

The new man realized his absurdity. He also moved a little away from my seat. "O, yes. Sorry."

"City .... "

I'm still quiet.

"Yes!"

"Andre! You .... " I'm flabbergasted. Where is that young man? .... What, disappeared? He ... he ....

"City .... "

"Om Bram" I murmured after fully awakening from the daydream. The middle-aged man smiled between the furrowed foreheads. "Who is Andre? Your boyfriend?" ask without pause.

I'm distraught. "No, Om. Just a regular friend. College buddies."

"Really?" Mata Bram. I'm nodding. "Okay, what do you want to order?"

I gasp. "eat? Are we not .... " Put the eel hard. It's already inside the restaurant. When's arrival?

"You don't even realize the way from front to inside here, Lya? You walk alone, you know. Not Om fat," said Bram meant to joke.

I took a deep breath. My daydream completely blinded everyone. "Where's della, Om?" I tried to divert the conversation.

Bram smile. "He went to the toilet" he replied as he took a menu list on the table. "What do you want to eat?"

"It's the same with you, huh."

"Really?"

"Yes, Om."

Bram started picking one by one. "You don't eat foods that contain fat, do you?"

I turned for a moment towards the man from the top view of the phone screen. "What's the matter, Om? I .... "

Bram's eyes stared fixedly at my body that was sitting opposite. "You are young. Your body is good with exotic skin. Your face is beautiful too."

"Oh, Om Bram." Suddenly my face was burning hot. Followed by a normal heartbeat, it now begins to rumble back.

"You have to be good at taking care of yourself, Lya," Bram added.

My footprints don't feel right. Swung until it rose high. Especially ... especially ... My god! At first glance I was like seeing the left eye of the man winked with his sweet smile. Really it? Or just a hallucination of the taste that is burning this entire chest?

Ah, the more uncertain it feels in these conditions. Confused what to say, but hope that Della does not immediately rejoin us. Lho?

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