BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 73
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 73...
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“Alya ...” greet the man as soon as I meet in front of the rented owner's house. It turned out to be true, the guest in question was him, the Andre. I just returned with a wry smile. “You from yesterday sought after Mr. Bram, Della, and also me. Even if I had to hide in Alex's contract. You still know ‘kan my friend whose contract is not far from here?”
Plaque!
I forgot that one. True exists. Andre used to tell his friend named Alex that. Why did it not cross even a bit in this mind? Must have been Bule this one watching the place around here through him.
“Terus, what do you want to do here?” ask judes. The man grinned, then replied, “Yes, nyari you, Lya.”
“What do I do?” I asked him again without a hint of friendship with him, one of the group of liars. Reply Andre, “You went without saying goodbye, Lya. People at home―”
“What are you? Who're they? What does this have to do with me?” cecarku continued to shower Andre with various questions.
The man scratched his head. I know, definitely not because of the ketomber factor. But the dizziness gets question after question from me. To the extent that this Bule also asked back, “Kok, you only ‘gituh, Lya?”
“As far as I dong, want to ask anything. Who the hell is interested in coming here? You or me?” I'm getting excited to be apathetic and jutek.
Andre looked flinched. I must be feeling strange about my attitude. Surely ... time is not, anyway.
“This is why, Lya? You angry?”
“You name? You were wondering?” I asked back to wondering to ask who was wondering. “Well, I replied yaaa... it looks like ‘how?” Again, I asked the questioner. Duh, ribet very nulis sentence in this paragraph!
Andre returned to scratch his head. This time even longer than the first one. Hhmmm, dizzy-dizziness is the brain, Ndre!
“You are so strange like this,” complained Andre looked confused. “You're healthy ‘kan, Lya?”
“I’m just fine. What do you think?”
Andre shaking. Maybe astonishment and it further adds to my spirit to continue not showing a friendly face to the figure. “A-I am confused ...” sigh the white man. “Your days are still normal, Lya. Why is it changing now? I made a mistake with you huh, Lya?”
Well, here it is! Why is he talking like that now? Why not just confess and be honest if actually he and they are cheating on me?
“You are sane, you must realize yourself dong, Ndre! No need to macem-macem ‘that's the same me,” I said ketus. “Task dong, why am I kayaking ‘gini now, so!”
“Tadi ‘kan me nanyanya so, Lya.”
O, yes! Just realized me. Hhmmm ….
“Ya, continue ... the answer is what let you not just say?” I still hold the attitude of judes, let this one figure quickly lift foot from here. Just disturb. Early in the morning, we visited. Mending again if while bringing breakfast menu or something, so. For example, yellow rice sprinkled with balado eggs. Keep on wearing vermicelli and fried onions. In addition, culinary for the morning is still much more. Sukabumi porridge, cianjur porridge, bogor porridge, and continue there to the Jabodetabek area.
“Loh, which should bring you ‘kan, Lya. I wasn't. His own time, answered by himself?” andre's protests resemble local netizens who like julid to deal with other people's content.
Just now I was about to chim in, suddenly Sister Darmi appeared from behind. Excited while watching Andre, “Ya, ampuuunnn .. There are guests, ndak invited in anyway, Ndok? Come on, come on in, Mas,” take him as he approaches and pulls the man's arm.
“Opo, Ndok? Cah nice koyok ngene ojo left by metu. Luwih rickshawed with mlebu so that atos dalemne. Hi-hi!” mbak Darmi said while giggling flirtatious.
(What, Sister? Such a handsome child should not be taken. Encounters invited to enter so loudly ********)
Come on, Ma'am! Can't meet the good stuff, straight out the original. The biggest one, of course, is Andre. He's his own crybaby so pulled Mbak Darmi.
“Come, Good way ... sampean want to order opo?” mbak Darmi asked as soon as Andre sat in the chair.
“No need, Ma'am. I am here also just want to meet Alya,” replied Andre feels happy now.
For a moment, Mbak Darmi glanced at me and Andre. “Sampean both of this .. lovers?” ask him while demonstrating his two fingers pitted.
“Kita―” Not finished I replied, hurry up Andre cut.
“Yes, Ma'am! Bener!” he said with a passionate tone. “I'm the same Alya .. have long established a serious relationship. Yes ‘kan, Lya?” askinya.
“Idiihhh ... unclean!” I said I imitated the style of a newcomer artist when interviewed by an infotainment reporter at a TV station. “Since when were you the same I dated? Weeeww...have-gaku!”
“Huuss, Alya! Ojo ngono, Ndok! Ora ono manners dadi wong wedok,” scold Mbak Darmi.
(Hus, Alya! Don't do it, Sister! There is no courtesy to be a girl)
“Lagian ... he is also brash, Ma'am!” I said defend myself. “Ngaku-ngaku ever dated. Preeettt!”
“Huuss! Prat-pret .. prat-pret! Opo iku's? Koyok swarane wong fart!”
Andre mesem-mesem alone.
“What are you laughing at? Do you know Jokaw?” I was so upset to see Andre look that way.
Reply Andre directly stop his cry, “Sorry, Alya, sorry ..”.
Hhmmm, feel good about him. This time someone defended me. Mbak Darmi's. I don't know what the reason is. Is it because my brother just saw a cool guy? Huh, though .. his behavior is not much different from his papa. Huge liar. Who else if not the ….
“Shortly Yes, Cah Nice. I make coffee, want?” Mbak Darmi offered Andre a drink and was immediately embraced by the man. “Wait, yes. I'm going to the kitchen first.”
“Oh, yes, Ma'am!” sahut Andre returned to me.
As soon as Mbak Darmi went to the kitchen, I immediately approached Andre and immediately said, “Heh, why sit down? Don't you want to leave immediately?”
Andre replied, “Looohhh, if I leave, then who drinks coffee made by Ma'am earlier. Uh, what's his name, huh? She's Mama or Aunt, anyway?”
I don't want to answer. But moving the right cheek as a sign of protest over its existence here.
“I came here without the knowledge of Mr. Bram or Della loh, Lya,” Andre said. “My feeling from yesterday, he thought .. I think you will return to the old contract here. That's why I told Alex to spy on you from yesterday afternoon. As soon as I heard, this dawn I immediately came to TKP.”
“What's important to me?” I don't like this conversation any more. He wanted to get away and never meet again.
...SERIATE...
