BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 78

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 78...

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"Where else are you going, Alya?" mbak Darmi asked when he saw me preening in front of the mirror. "You want to go again with your boyfriend?"

O, yes ..all I remember to say goodbye to Mbak Darmi.

"Alya there is a need first, Ma'am," I replied while looking at him. "Bak can Alya live alone here, right? If there's anything, you just have to say the same one who has a house."

Mbak Darmi. "Where are you going, Ndok? Go alone karo lanang, what do you want?" the tanyanya began to fuss.

I answered again with a smile, "Ndak far away, Ma'am. Just to Alya's other house."

"But you're home, aren't you?" Again, Darmi wondered.

Duh, this is what can make me confused to answer. The problem is, it is certain that Della will also hold me back here, and I was asked to spend the night there. Hhmmm, the address meets again with Om Bram, dong? Lothawat!

"It's okay to go home, Ma'am," I said at last.

"Well, how to work? Piye Iki, Ndok?" Mouth of Mbak Darmi until the muzzle grumbled. "You're wong wedok, Ndak is good at night-night-drenched Karo wong lanang koyok ngono toh, Ndok. Especially until it is broken. What do you want to try?"

"Ndak ngapain kok, Ma'am. Alya just wants to ngunjungin the Alya campus. That's it, really," I said trying to explain and convince Ms. Darmi.

"By wengi-wengi koyok ngono, Ndok?" Darmi suddenly approached. "Are you used to going this way since you lived in Jakarta? Without my supervision."

I'm shocked.

"Dih, what's Darmi, anyway? Alya people do nothing, really. Actually," my toilet so suddenly not good suspected Mbak Darmi like that.

"Well, that's why I said it, answered clearly, Ndok. Ojo ngalor - ngidul koyok ngono. Piye, anyway?" Mbak Darmi nagged back so I can't stand it anymore to laugh since. "Dibilangin karo I kok, cengangas-cenges koyok ngono. Wong's bloated!"

"Ha-ha-ha, after all, Sister Darmi kept on nagging just from earlier," I said as I chuckled again.

"I'm nagging you too, Ndok!" mama Darmi looked upset.

"Yes .. yes, sorry Alya, Ma'am," I finally said, hastily stopping this laughter. "Look, my beautiful mother ...." I tried to seduce and calm my only family. "Alya wants to go to Alya's house, her name is Della."

"Della's? Women too, huh?" ask Mbak Darmi like he was investigating me.

I said, "Yes, that's it, Ma'am. Where's Della's name, man? Ha-ha-ha. This could be, ah. Ha-ha-ha!"

"Continue?" It's not over yet, apparently, this interrogation.

"Della just got home from the hospital, Ma'am. Now it's at his house. Well, since getting out of the hospital, Alya has not been able to cool down. That's why I want to go there with Andre."

"Andre who's the other kid outside of that?"

"Yes, Mother. Who else? Last time, I met the same guy. Obviously, right?"

Madam Darmi squinted her eyelids, then asked, "But you didn't lie, did you, Ndok?"

"Yes, geez! Alya lied to you, Ma'am? Make what?" I said I was upset and suspected from earlier. "Kalo Mbak don't believe, just ask Andre. The guy's still outside."

Thank goodness, this time Madam Darmi wants to soften. Hopefully, believe it too. It's a fact that I'm going to Della's, isn't it? All at once, reunited with ....

Ah, that thick-breasted man again who was present all of a sudden. Why, anyway? Can't it be, just a day the shadow of Om Bram's face is off from this mind? I want calm.

"Yes, geez!" mama Darmi was surprised. "So since then, we haven't told you to come in, Ndok?" tanyanya.

"No need, Ma'am. Soon Alya will leave, anyway" I replied casually.

I saw Mbak Darmi glaring fiercely, then grumbling to himself. "You're a piye, Ndok? Temen himself was not told to enter, instead left outside the heat. I'll be Ireng, piye?"

I came back laughing. "Ha-ha-ha! Let it go, Ma'am. Change skin color, cake. Don't keep bule. Ha-ha!"

"Huuss! You're this, Ndok!" gerutu Mbak Darmi while rushing out of the room. I'm going to go see Andre and get the guy in.

Hhmmm, actually I am not ugly very, anyway. Not as beautiful as Della. The skin is not as white as Andre. But why, sometimes I feel that Om Bram is paying attention to me. Does he like me, huh? If Andre is, it's clear. He does have a heavy crush --it seems---.

So, what is my real attraction? This body shape? Ah, it's normal. Proportional in size as most girls my age. But as I recall, Om Bram used to often remind me that I can maintain this weight. He said, I'm slender with exotic skin color. Hi-hi-hi's chat.

Hhmmm, Om Bram is also not very white-white. Kinda brownish. The feathers on his body are what often makes me crazy. It's as comfortable as it seems, if I lean on myself ....

"Yes, God!" I quickly regained consciousness.

Again, the madness came. Trying to seduce this heart intention who wants to stay away from the figure of the man with the status of a widower.

I have to focus and concentrate, also control myself so as not to do silly things back. My only plan to get there was for Della, not Bramanditya!

Focus up! Focus up! Focus up!

"Huhuhhh!" I exhaled again through my mouth. He stood up, looking at himself in the mirror for a moment.

Hhmmm, this make up is evenly distributed and looks natural. Not menor like a single organ singer in the deepest village celebration. It feels like this is enough and will certainly attract the attention of Om Bram there.

Haduh, why should Om Bram again, anyway?

Delete it! Delete it! Delete it!

Forget about that guy right now, Alya! Remember back to the original intention that today I was just going to see Della. The point!

Then rushed out of the room.

"Are you ready, Lya?" andre asked as he looked at me. He is sitting with Mama Darmi. "Well, you are so beautiful" praised the man with sparkling eyes.

"What, anyway?" I said suddenly so it felt bad peranakan .. uh, feeling. "It's normal, really."

"You are beautiful, Lya. Tumben wear make up?"

"What's wrong with dandan?" ketus.

Andre grinned the horse. The answer is, "Yaaa .. Is that okay, anyway? Just feeling weird. Who do you want to meet? Om Bram, huh?"

"Om Bram? Who is Om Bram?" Mbak Darmi suddenly got up from her seat and looked at me deeply. "Who's that Om Bram, Alya?"

I glanced at Andre and felt annoyed as well with the man's mouth. Can't keep up the talk, what? By the way Bram really, in front of Mbak Darmi, anyway? Be present!

"Om Bram it ... Om Bram it ...." Suddenly I had trouble speaking.

"Who's Bram, Alya?" mbak Darmi asked back with the tone of voice starting to rise. "You're selling yourself to a lonely Om-om?"

"Hahaahhh? What?!" I was shocked. What, the business is like this, anyway? "Didih, who's selling themselves, Ma'am? Very amit-amit, eh!"

"Who did Om Bram mean to you?" Many times Mbak Darmi asked the same thing while looking at me and Andre in turn. "You two are no longer hiding secrets from me, are you?"

Me and Andre were shaking.

"So who was this Om Bram?"

Haduh, that question again asked Mbak Darmi.

Andre who had only been able to gap since then, now joined the voice. He said, "Om Bram ... Della's father, Mommy."

"Della's father was you who just came home from the hospital, Alya?" Darmi looked at me.

"Y-yes, Ma'am. Om Bram is Della's father" I stammered.

"Kok, do you know Della's father, Alya? You're just friends with her Della, aren't you? Why should I be friends with Della's father?" brother Darmi is confusing me.

"Indeed, why would Alya be friends with Alya's father, Ma'am?"

Haduh, even become a place to ask questions like this, because Andre called the name of the man I was trying to avoid.

Tanya Mbak Darmi is still high-pitched, "Ndak nothing really. I just feel strange, how can you meet with your father, Lya? Is Della's father a college class with you?"

Huh huh? Whahuh? Dih, really ngaco, anyway! Be present!

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