BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 77
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 77...
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Hhmmm, from the beginning of following campus activities, it is very difficult for this brain to be invited to cooperate. I can't concentrate fully. Always remember that conversation with Andre this morning. The expression of his story is always ringing in this listening room. Really it? Is that really what the man said? Not a lie back? Kok, it's very different from what I've heard from BI Mamas before.
I got an empty bench that Della used to sit on. The girl still had to rest at home. I don't know until when. It may take days. So with this escape of mine, will it increase the burden of his mind? Disrupted health?
I clicked a few times. To the extent that the figure of Andre who was sitting not far from me was, glancing at the lyrics. I know, because the behavior of men with mixed bullae was caught in the eye stealing the eyes.
He smiled as he rubbed his own lips.
'Dih ....' I grinned wryly. 'What, anyway?'
But suddenly I remembered what I had done to the man this morning in the campus hall room. A folly or silliness that--should--can't tolerate. How, until you could easily kiss Andre, anyway? I swear, I suddenly remembered Om Bram. Feeling guilty for having suspected the no-no. In fact, according to Andre's story, Om Bram is very good. Could he be the embodiment of an angel disguised to earth?
"City ...." A call greeted me from the side. I looked, it was Andre.
"What?" tanyaku sluggish as he looked back to the front of the class, among the boisterous students who were scattering about to leave this room.
Andre pulled out a chair and brought it close to me. "Now, do you want to go back to the contract again or to Om Bram's house?" ask with a serious mimic.
Duh, how, huh? I have no plans to go back to Om Bram's house. Although he wanted to, but this heart was already embarrassed. Go not delivered, go home not picked up. At first glance I became like a figure named jelangkung.
"Ndon't know, Ndre. I'm confused myself" I replied ambiguously.
"Why?" ask the bule guy again. "Della's expecting you back, Lya."
I glanced at him for a moment. I know and that's for sure.
"Om Bram too?" asku want to know how the man with chest hair behaves over my escape.
Andre's face changed immediately. Cold and flat. Doesn't seem to want me to mention his name. Of jealousy? Make what? Me and Andre have nothing to do.
"Yes. Om Bram too," replied Andre at last. Stick with the same face bias as before. "There's something I really want to be with you, Lya," the man said.
"About what?" I'm a little guessing. Not to mention what happened this morning? Ah, dammit! I hope so, no. "There's a message that Della and Om Bram have sent me, Ndre?"
Andre shook his head, then replied, "Nobody. They're just nanyain, where are you going and why? That's it."
"Ooohhh, continues?" I'm getting curious.
"It's about Della, Lya," said Andre sounding soft.
"About Della?" I repeated the man's words. "What's wrong with Della? He's cured, isn't he?"
Andre grunting. Riled up? I don't know. But it seems to be harboring a heavy feeling or thought. About Della too?
Ah, I'm feeling more embarrassed now. I'm supposed to postpone this until Della is completely healthy. He did not run away when he wanted to get home from the hospital.
"This is the last kalopun for him, it's a joy in itself for Della, Lya."
The last? What do you mean, anyway? Kok, I feel something is wrong with Della's words.
"You want, Lya? You want to meet Della, please," said Andre. "They don't know yet, if you haven't really left Jakarta, Lya. Della and Om Bram thought you were back in Java. But ... Thank goodness, I can still find you in your old contract."
Hhmmm, I don't think it would hurt if I fulfilled Della's wish. However, don't make it one last time, dong. I'm sure the girl has recovered as before. The proof, the last time visiting Della in the hospital with Om Bram, he already looks fit, really.
"But I haven't said anything to Ms. Darmi, Ndre," I said just to reason. Actually a little half-hearted if you have to come back to the house of Om Bram. Embarrassed. That feeling is what is pressing now.
"Yes, already ... if 'that, now we go to your contract first. Go straight to Om Bram's house, okay?" Andre Rayu. "Or .. if you want, your mother took you there. How, Lya? Want, huh?"
Finally, as I was constantly pressed, I nodded slowly.
"Aahhh .. Praise God! Finally you want too" said Andre looks happy.
But what makes me more happy is that the man did not discuss the incident this morning. Did he even consider that what I had done was just a spontaneous reaction? Hopefully, yes.
Then we immediately left the classroom, rushed to the vehicle parking area next to the campus building.
The situation there is starting to seem empty. There were only a few students who were sitting around or just chatting with a group of friends.
Andre helped me put on the helmet before we went to ride the man's motor vehicle. Then not for how long, immediately drove away from the parking lot.
Extreme weather in the city of Jakarta that afternoon was really burning. Coupled with the traffic jam, it was like grilling our bodies in the middle of a trip. I don't care and don't want to add to this burden of thought. Only one thing I hope, there are no more pussy-pussy-looking guys from now on. I have to hold back and hold firm to the principles of the heart, forget Om Bram and focus on apologizing to both of them. For the next, maybe will stay back to live in a rented house until after college later. Anyway, I can't be with that family. The point!
Uh, but ... If the situation changes, how? For example ... duh, why do I think no-no, huh?
Goddamnit! This must be because of that hairy guy!
It turns out like it or not, I still can not forget the figure of Om Bram. I still love him and hope ....
"Yes," call Andre surprise.
I was shocked and immediately realized that our journey had arrived. But what is very surprising is the position of my hand when piggybacking behind Andre.
Crazy one! I immediately released this tight hug from his back.
"Eh, sorry," I said to be so wrong now, greeted by the smile of the man beraras bule.
"We have arrived, Lya," he said.
"Gue knows!" reply ketus and directly down from the body of the motor vehicle without lust to turn a little on the figure of Andre.
Huh!
...SERIATE...
