BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 71

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 71...

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After getting off the taxi, I bought a starter card first to change the old number, so that it can no longer be contacted by the Om Bram family or Andre. I don't want to get back in touch with those people anymore. Everything had to be buried deep and I went missing without leaving a single trace.

Today ... this second .. I steadied myself to get away from Om Bram immediately. No longer care about the original hope to be with the man. This disappointment is no longer negotiable. Even though that taste is still left.

"Yes, my goodness .. Alya? Why, Ndok?" ask Ms. Darmi as soon as I call using a new number. "What happened to you? How come, all of a sudden, Ndok?"

I took a heavy breath before answering through the phone. "Ndak, Ma'am. Ora ono opo - opo. Alya just wants to go home. Kangen karo Ma'am."

(There's nothing. Kangen to Ma'am.)

I turned this face around the terminal area. Pay attention to some people who are busy with their various activities.

"Owalaahh .. tak kiro ono opo anyway, Ndok," said Mbak Darmi from across there. "Well, continue .. piye karo your lecture? Graduation durung kok left? Later on if your Le takon, piye jabanne?"

(Yes, pardon .. guess what, Deck. So, how was your college? Hasn't graduation been left? Later if your Uwak asks, how to answer, try?)

I snorted for a moment. Looking for the right reasons so that Mbak Darmi no longer wonders or suspicions.

"For a while, Alya took a leave of absence, Ma'am," I said at last. "After all, if the lecture is, can be continued sometime."

Sepiker roaring for a moment. Maybe Madam Darmi snorted there too. Until then reply to the word, "Yo, wis. Take your bae, Ndok. Ma'am here can only digelingi, mumpung you are young, opo ndak thought first? Get your college done. Only after that, gloriously."

(Yes, it's up to you, Dek. Ma'am here can only remind, mumpung you are young, did not think about it first? Finish your college until it's done. After that, we will go home)

I can't explain the problem. Shame after all if you have to be honest. Because of a worship man, I gave up halfway? Moreover, the journey of my life in this big city has not been so long. There is still half left to complete this level of education.

However, for me it would obviously not solve the problem if it remained in this city. Surely Om Bram or Della will continue to come, persuade, and ask me to return to live with them. No. gabe. I don't want to. It's free. As long as he still met the man, this heart would never feel calm.

"Does anyone come to visit your boarding house, Ndok?" mbak Darmi asked continued for so long I did not respond to his words earlier. "Bak just regrets your education. Both of your parents have left you because of me, so at least .. Your mother feels responsible for your future, Ndok? You got it, all right?"

I think, yes, too, anyway. There is a point, too, Darmi said. My trip is not short and the costs that have come out are not small. Maybe I should just give up, sacrifice my own hope and loved ones in the village.

I used to remember the message from Si Mbok, 'You are my only son, Alya. Your father is dead. There is no hope for me, your brother, except to see you as a successful and highly educated person. Ojo koyok your Mbok or your Father iku, loh. SD only ora is over.'

Now Mbok and Dad are gone. The only hope that can help is Mbak Darmi, his son Mr. Le Sunyoto. Some of the inheritance has been sold and I use for living and college expenses in Jakarta.

"If you want, now also Mbak go to Jakarta, Ndok," said Mbak Darmi at the end of the chat. "You don't need to start. There you go to continue your education. Piye, Ndok?"

I thought for a while, then replied, "Yo, wis, ma'am. Alya Manut Karo Mbak Darmi."

(Yes, that's it then. Alya according to what Mbak Darmi said)

"Well, so dong," said Mbak Darmi sounding semringah. "That's Mommy's new nephew. He-he.'

But now the problem is where does Mbak Darmi have to see me? Since it has long been no longer settled in the contract for long. He knows I still live there. I had absolutely no idea about my relationship with the Om Bram family.

Ah, that will be thought about later. Now the focus of this mind is to disappear for a while. At most, they'll be looking for me at the college. I will handle that later.

"Later if Mbak has arrived in Jakarta, call Alya first, huh? Do not go directly to the rented place. Alya's fear is no longer in place" I said reasoned.

"Oohhh, yes. That's for sure" said Mbak Darmi from across the phone. "Yo, wis ... Mbakne get ready first, huh? I want to go today."

"Y-yes, Ma'am. Be careful on the road" I said.

After our conversation. Next I have to think, where to stay all day. At least until waiting for Mbak Darmi to come the next day. Estimated, it may arrive in the evening or it may also be night.

Did I try to go to my old boarding place? Who knows, it has not been occupied by anyone else. The most important thing now is not to let Mbak Darmi know that I have not stayed there for a long time. Just try it first. Hopefully it is still empty.

Armed with the savings that still remain a lot, I immediately rushed to find public transportation to go to the former boarding place. Fortunately, money is sent from Mbak Darmi every month, never once I use. During his stay with the Om Bram family, the living expenses and tuition were fully borne by the man. It was nothing, he himself had once prevented me from spending money on my own.

Now what I'm thinking is, Om Bram must be looking. Andre, Della, or Bi Mamas. They must have panicked when they found out I wasn't home. Hi-hi's. Too bad. Therefore, do not like to play with people's feelings. Especially I'm a girl. Pula virgin. Eh?

Unimaginable, if my previous mobile number was still active, they would definitely be busy contacting. Wooh, what to do? Letting? No heed? Blocking those people's numbers? Hi-hi-hi's chat. Very amusing.

A funny? Yeah, thats. Imagine the look on their faces that are panicked or worried to find out that I have run away. Hi-hi's. Om Bram .. Bi Mamas .. or Della ….

Della's? Yes, Lord .. I-I was, suddenly so unbearable. Suddenly it was sad. He just got home from the hospital, kept finding me not home. How, huh? I didn't come to pick her up yet. I'll definitely wonder. So what will be answered by Om Bram later. Hhmmm, sure enough that the man will not tell the truth. Lying again and again.

Did I just call Della, huh? Describe my situation and my current existence. He's the only one who knows this new number. After all, he will find me in college. About Andre? Let me temporarily avoid him.

With a feeling of worry and doubt, I slowly rubbed the phone screen. Look around for Della's number and send her a message.

[Del, it's me. Alyas. Please don't call me on the phone. Simply through kayak' gini's message. I'm sorry, huh? I didn't pick you up at the hospital. I have some important business.]

A few moments I was pensive, thinking between sending the message or undoing it. Send ... not, send ... not. Send? No! Send? No?

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