BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 72

BUCINS

(It's Love)

Author by: David Khanz

Section 72

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"What's the matter with you, Ndok?" ask Mbak Darmi after we spent dinner. The woman looked at me. "Yen ono opo-opo, yo talk karo Mbak-mu iki loh, Ndok. Ojo diem bae's. Frankly. Who knows I'm helping you."

(If there's anything, talk to your brother, brother. Don't just shut up. Frankly. Who knows if I can help you)

I'm just smiling. Trying not to show the anxiety I was facing. Shame if you have to be honest. Just a matter of the heart, how to take? Especially about the Om Bram family, Mbak Darmi did not know anything at all. The order can be long if it reaches her sniffle.

"There's nothing, Ma'am. Alya is fine, really," I replied flatly while pretending to spend the rest of the food little by little. Even if devoured, most only need one or two mouthfuls, can directly ludes. "Yesterday, Alya was on the phone. Kok, iki takon maning. Hi-hi." I added a giggle at the end of the speech, so that this baldness can be disguised. At least from the hearing room, Mbak Darmi.

(Kok, this brother is wondering again)

"Here, use a phone not clear, Ndok," Mbak Darmi said adamantly. "That's also, your rented room that used to be occupied by other people. Where have you been all this time? Are you short of money? Why don't you ask me, Ndok? I think you've been doing great."

For the business of the rented room that I had previously lived in, last afternoon, I was forced to ask for help from the old rented owner. Renting a room in his house to receive the arrival of Mbak Darmi. "... Just say, I want to move the room, but the new room is still being renovated," I said warning if Mbak Darmi wondered. "Keep for a while, I used to use the room in this house. Say it, huh?"

"Well, is the owner of the contract not to say the reason earlier, Ma'am? 'Kan, I told you, Alya wants to move rooms," I said —forced— lied. "Mbake just calm down. Alya here is fine, really. He-he."

Mbak Darmi scowled. It still doesn't seem to believe what I said just now.

"Well, nothing, why did yesterday start? Hayo .. must be ono opo-opo kowe, right?" mbak Darmi continues to insist. "Your mother will not refuse, if you want to go home. Just please. Want to quit college. Sakarepmu too, Ndok. But sing inget, whatever your decision, it's your own responsibility. Which will also affect you. Your mother's job is just to swallow. Honey, when you go to college, stop in the middle of the road. 'That's loh, Ndok."

It is also true what Mbak Darmi said. I can't just give up because of trivial problems. Education is the most important. Hearts can be taken care of later. Why would I ruin my own life just because of a man. Maybe this is just a momentary love, it seems like the artists who like to be involved cilok .. uh, cinlok (love location). It could be that what has arisen is the result of often meeting with Om Bram almost every day.

From today on, I have to go back to the beginning. Hard reset or if need factory reset. Dismantle all crazy dreams and live independently as before, without having to be disturbed by beautiful dreams but full of lies.

Clearly, the man who almost drove me crazy was an unbelievable figure. Especially with his past which. I don't want to be like Aunt Widya just yet. Being a victim of feelings for years due to Om Bram's behavior. Nay! That can't happen again.

"The plan is to see when to stay in Jakarta, Ma'am?" askaku suddenly, as well as divert the conversation so that Mbak Darmi does not just talk about the matter earlier.

Mbak Darmi replied with a semi-lazy mimic speaking, "At least two daily, Ndok. In the village, I have a lot of work. One of them is taking care of your inheritance, Ndok."

"Ooohhh," I muttered as I bred.

"Where can I help you make money for your tuition, Ndok?" mama Darmi explained.

Also true. I'm staying in this town for no fun. But I am preparing my own future. If there were no Darmi, who would help?

"Aren't you for sale, Ma'am? Let Mbak not be too tired," I said giving advice. "Pity alone shits the land alone."

Mbak Darmi. His ideal grumbled, "You're talking about ashtray." I'm just smiling. "Keep for you later piye anyway, Ndok? So let me not be tired, you learn the real thing. Wong pinter. Beresin until graduation. Let's both take care of that land."

We hugged for a moment. To the extent that it was not felt, these tears slowly dripped down and down the cheeks.

"You have nothing to think about, Ndok," said Mbak Darmi after releasing a hug. "Fill in the hope of parents. Crush higher education and become a useful person later."

"Aamiin, Ma'am," I replied. "Alya promised, Alya ndak will make Mbak disappointed. Alya will fight for us together later."

This time, Mbak Darmi was seen smiling. Not like before. Jutek. It was one of the things that made me happy and excited.

Alright, from this moment on I must forget the shadow of the Om Bram family. Focus on looking at the future and putting aside the things that make these thoughts and energies drain free. I must be strong, no longer in their environment. Liar all!

At least that principle starts to be able to walk and survive until ….

"Mbak Alya ..." call the homeowner suddenly in the early morning. "There's a guest in front of Alya's sister."

Huh huh? Yeah, God! Definitely them! I forgot to remind the homeowner not to tell me where I am here.

"W-who?" ask me with a loud thump in the chest. Mbak Darmi who was improving the room, turned to look at us.

The owner of the house, "Male. Bule. I'm a soap opera artist."

Oh, I can guess right away. That must be Andre. Well, how's this? Did I meet or let it go, huh? It was lazy to meet the faces of liars like him and his conspirators.

"Who, Ndok?" ask Mbak Darmi as soon as the contract owner leaves. I looked over for a moment, then snorted and replied, "Tuition, Ma'am."

"Terus ... Why haven't we found it yet?" ask back, Ma'am Darmi, seeing me still standing in the doorway of the room.

"Males, Ma'am," I said, putting on a sour face. "So, who met, deh. Please tell me, if Alya's still sleeping that's it."

Mbak Darmi gawking. "Looohhh .. What about Ndok? No, that's it, dong. The lie is not good, Ndok," he advised. "Sin!"

Ah, I'm getting lazy again listening to my Mr. Le's daughter's talk. The lie is not just me. However, the family of the male brewpub often do it.

"Ono opo maning, Ndok?" ask Darmi back. "You have a problem with him? Or ... lest that's your boyfriend huh, Ndok? I'm horrified, said bule? Hi-hi's. My sister's dating karo wong kulon."

(What's up, brother?)

My sister's dating a westerner)

"Dih, this Ma'am ... What the hell, anyway? Alya people say also wong konco," grumbled I was more careless to hear Mbak Darmi's speech. "Already, ah! Let Alya find out!"

(The Alyans say they're friends too)

"Hi-hi-hi!" There was a sound of Mbak Darmi giggling as soon as I left him alone in the room, rushing forward to meet the figure I thought Andre was.

...SERIATE...