BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 8

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 8...

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Ah, the more uncertain it feels in these conditions. Confused what to say, but hope that Della does not immediately rejoin us. Lho?

Pramusaji came to record the order. Shortly afterwards we hurried to leave. Suddenly silence enveloped. Until Bram said, "Andre is really nobody you, Lya?"

I raised my face. "Yes, Om?"

"Andre's."

"Why Andre, Om?" I still don't understand. The focus was on answering some instant messages on mobile phones. "That guy, really just your regular friend?"

I jerked. Didn't think Bram would ask about Andre again.

A little nervous, I tried to answer, "No, Om. Just Alya's college friend."

"Oohhm .... "

Della suddenly appeared. He looked at us both. Especially me. "What's up, huh? How, diem-dieman?" ask in a cute style. "Your face too, Cuy. Like that boiled crab."

I rubbed my face. Still feels hot. "Gerah, Del. Duh .... " I'm fanning my fingers.

"Crazy! This room is cold, it's still hot? Pain you, huh?" Della turned to look at the face of her father who pretended to be busy wiping the phone screen. "There really isn't any time Della's not here, Pah?"

Bram raised his face. "eeums? Don't know. Papah from earlier was busy opening the e-mail, dear."

Della pouting. Then come bowing your head, opening the phone screen on top of his lap. I glanced for a moment. Peeping on Della, also Om Bram. It just so happened that the man was doing the same thing. As our gazes clashed, Bram blinked his left eye.

PRAK!

"Ouch!"

"Why, Cuy?"

"My HP's down!" I ducked under the table, picking up the cell phone lying not far from my feet. Also Bram's feet. Shortly before rising to his feet, Lord .. forgive me, the tip of this eye took a glance toward the groin of Om Bram. Instantly my blood rippled towards the head and ....

DUK!

I hit the bottom of the table. "Ouch!"

"Alya!" Om Bram and Della looked down.

I chuckled while rubbing my head. Nice, dizzy!

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At half-twelve in the night, I was still awake. From earlier trying to close the eyes, hoping drowsiness soon came to hit. It hard. There is, even petals feel sore. Rolling to all corners of the mattress, looking for a comfortable position, still what I hope does not arrive. Ah, I don't know what this taste is? Guerrilla wild imagination haunts the whole head. Drawing a trace of eye view of the incident in the restaurant earlier. That man, Om Bram, often looks at me full of charm. Brownish netra hairy lentic accompanied by a naughty grin teasing, able to freeze the nerves in this body. My power controls every movement, until the weak shakes tear down the body.

PRANGS!

Duh, this is the second time I dropped the tablespoon. The first is of course still quite a lot of reasons if asked. This time? I don't know what kind of answer came out of my mouth?

Della looked at me in wonder. "It's why, anyway, Lya? Parkinson you?" ask the girl while chewing the food.

"Guus!" Bram. The man's eyes glared at his beloved daughter. Della grins.

"New cake, here, Cuy. Not that one. Dirty." Della thrusts a spoon and fork out of the middle of the table.

"Thank you, Del."

I don't dare look at Om Bram. Horrified. Worry the flamboyant male's eyes are back 'wins'. Could suddenly faint this body soul. The danger!

Suddenly the back of Della's palm landed on my forehead. So fast and unexpected. Instantly I was surprised and asked, "What's the matter, Del?" seraya brushed off his arm. He frowned for a moment. "Cock, angel? You fever?" tanyanya.

"What, anyway?" I frowned. Curious also groped the face area. Aye! Kinda warm. Not because of illness, but because of ...

"Are you really not sick, Cuy?" Della still can't believe it. "Endaaakkk!" I answered without daring to try to glance at Om Bram. The danger!

"Kok, you got a red face?" ask Della back.

Dih, he's not satisfied with the interrogation. "I eat sambel, Della. You didn't see this?" Without a second thought I took a container of sambal, then poured a spoonful after a spoonful of rice. "Now! Nih! Nih! This too! This is! This .... "

"Stop Alya! What the fuck?" Spontaneous Om Bram got up from sitting, then held my hand with his strong fingers. "Already! It's already! Why is it like this?"

My blood stopped flowing. Freeze this body movement. Silence with a gaping mouth. The clutches of the fingers .. like a powerful electric shock, until I get electrocuted. The bay!

"Lya ... " call Della in shock to see my condition that looks convulsing. "Yes!"

I could only move my tail and ask with my mouth still open, "What?"

"You have ayan's disease?" Della grimaces horrified.

"Damn it! You're being insolent!" I said suddenly, then punched Della in the shoulder many times.

"Oh, geez! My pain, Cuy!" the girl shouted as she shifted away from me. "Gue, right, just kidding. Haha."

Om Bram just shakes his head at our behavior. While the rice plate was full of sambal earlier, he had kept it away from me. "Already! It's already! You two are like a child," cried Om Bram sober me.

"Sorry, Om. I'm sprained." I was looking for a rice plate that had disappeared. "Where was my problem, huh?"

Della's still giggling. Not satisfied, he teased me.

Om Bram is throwing out a new plate. "just change. Danger if you eat rice. Full of sambal so," said Bram while paying attention to my attitude that began to be nervous. "Your beauty will fade, Lya."

Suddenly I lost consciousness. So fast it happened. This vision suddenly blackened, dense. Next don't know what's going on. Except for hearing Della's scream, "Alya .... !!!"

NATHANNEGGG ... THUMPED UP!

World oil.

How long unconscious I don't know. Until then slowly this eardrum hears subtle sounds and the aroma of chemical drugs. "Well, he's human, sir."

"Alya .... " Large and heavy sound.

"Cuy .... " This one's a crisp sound. Remember who the owner is.

I tried to open my eyes. Slowly. Still biased. Then those faces, staring intently full of question marks.

"You're feeling a little better now, Alya?" bram asked, helping me to get up.

"Where am I, Om?" I swept the entire corner of the room, and also the figure in all-white clothes behind the table there. The doctor? Injectable mantri? Or professor? The bidatnya, you know, similar to the counter storefront pulse seller. Shiny glare!

"You're in the clinic again" Bram replied slowly. Very close to my ear.

"Why am I here?" I'm still confused.

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