BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 70
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 70...
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BRACKET!
I slammed the door hard. Then immediately lock tight. Completely embarrassed and disappointed with the behavior of the two people; Om Bram and Bi Mamas.
I don't care about the knock on the door and the sound of their calls out there. But right now I don't want to see them both. Annoyed and upset immediately hit the chest.
I'm confused now. Must cry or be angry. This self has clearly been defeated by the Om Bram family. No exception Bi Mamas itself. Idiotically. It should have been expected from the start, they were all conspiring to play me.
"Bukde ..." My sigh suddenly remembered the figure of the person who had loved me all this time. "Alya wants to go home. Alya doesn't feel right here. The bad guys are all the same Alya, Bukde."
I buried myself in the bed. Crying and complaining to yourself about this feeling of being sad. Crushed melting left no claustrophobic nestapa.
Should I just leave this house? That would probably be much better. Instead of constantly being haunted by the lying figures. No longer care about Della. Let it. After all, without me, she could still be alive, right? Why survive, if I end up being sacrificed.
The crane!
A message goes into the instant conversation app. I glanced for a moment. It was thought that it was from Om Bram or Bi Mamas himself.
"Andre?" I muttered as soon as I read the name of the sender of the message just now. Then I slowly opened.
[Alya, did you come to the hospital today?]
Ah, what do you do? Going there is free too. At most will meet again with Della and Andre himself. And so, I chose not to answer. Stupid fuck!
The crane!
[Today Della was allowed to go home]
[You came to pick up Della]
[From morning he asked you, you know!]
Bullshits! What kind of shit is that? They will look sweet once they want. Needs me. But after that, I will be used as a fool's joke for the entertainment materials of these uncivilized people.
Nay! I don't want to come. This shame and disappointment still lingers in the chest. Upset ... upset .. kesaaalll!
If it's true to be honest, why should it be in this way anyway, Bram? Using Bi Mamas for angler objects so that I reveal the contents of this heart for free. Goddamnit! Totally childish.
But ... momentarily, even if I intend to leave here, how should I do? Outside will definitely be blocked by Om Bram. Through the window and up creeping using the roof of the neighboring house? Haduh, I'm a phobia of heights. Let alone having to willingly hang on the roof there, just change the bulb I have to ask for help. Then how now?
Kriinngg! Kriinngg! Kriinngg!
"Sorry Alya, Om," I said as I stared at the icon inside the screen that was constantly moving upwards. "Alya no longer wants to talk to you. Alya's still crashing, Om. Sorry, yes."
A moment later the call stopped, again ringing, stopped, ringing, until finally really no longer show anything on the screen. She's getting pissed off now, isn't she? Feel it! You should be able to understand if ….
Geck! Geck! Geck!
Huh huh? Who else is knocking on the door? Bi Mamas-kah? Don't-don't ….
"Alya …." One large and extremely dazzling voice echoed from outside. It was Om Bram. "I'm gonna go get Della in the hospital. Alya want to come?"
Honestly, I really wanted to answer, but this heart was determined to stay in silence.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
"Alya dear .. please answer, dong," pinta Om back teasing. "Alya's angry, huh? Sorry dong, honey! Don't be put in that way!"
Huh, baby .. baby! I will no longer be lulled by all forms of seduction and sweet persuasion of the man. Although there is pity, but I still do not want to repay anything.
"Yes, that's the case," he said later. "I'll stay a while, okay? I'm going to the hospital first. If there's anything, Alya told me, huh? We'll talk later from there."
Duh, God! I wanted to open the door and hit the body of the man. Crying on his hairy chest and moaning ceaselessly to pour out all the contents in this heart. Really, I don't have the heart.
A few moments later, the atmosphere was quiet again. The knocking on the door was no longer heard. I'll make sure the guy gets off.
Well, here's my chance now. I hurried to get the backpack. Still lying near the door with its contents that are not careless. Stupid timing. Anyway have to hurry away this second as well. Leave everything in this house with its people.
I waited a while to estimate that Om Bram had really left the house. Hopefully together with Bi Mamas. So there is no need for drama as usual.
Not until it takes half an hour, all the preparations have been completed. I slowly unlocked the room, pulled the door, and tiptoed to the floor slowly. Gawking downstairs for a moment. The atmosphere is completely quiet. There is no sound or visible human movement there. Means safe.
Then everything was successfully passed without facing the slightest obstacle. Om Bram and Bi Mamas are not at home. So I freely went with a backpack on my back and prepared to wait for the taxi to pass by.
Goddamnit! It had been almost ten minutes, not a single vehicle had passed. So I had to walk towards the big highway, instead of being silent in a waste of time. Worried Om Bram's been hounded back from the hospital. While the phone is set to airplane mode, no one can contact it.
I have decided in my heart, anyway today must be out of the family environment Om Bram. No matter what happens. Including the shadow of Della later arriving at home, will definitely immediately search for me. Panic, sadness, or ….
Ah, finally the public transport I was waiting for passed.
"Take me to the nearest bus terminal, sir," I told the taxi driver. "Buruan, huh? Don't let it slip."
"Okay, ma'am" replied the taxi driver.
Then we immediately left the residential area where the Om Bram family residence and I myself stayed all this time. About feelings, don't ask. Sadness is sure. But how else? I was disappointed with all the behavior of these people.
Good bye everyone. Om Bram, Della, Andre, and also Bi Mamas. Our togetherness all this time will always be remembered. But today we have to separate ….
...SERIATE...
