BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 80 (Last)

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 80...

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The two of us, me and Della, long silent and busy with each other's thoughts. Sitting on the bed in the girl's room after talking at length about what I had been asking all along.

"What Andre tells you is almost all true, Cuy" Della said. "Since my mother died, Papa has never wanted to go back to the household. Papa wants to focus on me with this disease."

"Del," I said hurriedly hugging Della. "You're healthy, Del. You're not sick. You're gonna be fine. Believe it, deh."

We hugged for a while. As if you want to release the longing that has been smothering the chest. Even though I haven't been missing for half a month from this family.

"It goes back to this house again yes, Lya," Della's pinta sounded soft. "You need to stay with me and Papa. Don't ever run off like that again now huh, Cuy? I want ... you stay the same forever ... My papa."

Living with Om Bram? What's Della mean?

I immediately released a hug and looked at the girl's pale face.

"You mean ...." It wasn't over I said, Della cut right away.

He spoke in a soft voice, "Temenin my Papa, Lya."

I'm shaking. "I don't understand what you mean, Del. Where are you going?"

Della smiled softly. He rubbed my face gently. Until then the girl asked quite surprisingly. "You like my Papa, don't you?" tanyakanya.

Nay! This is not true! Della must be joking at me.

I try to be conscious and control consciousness. To the point of pinching his own arm to pain.

"Aawwhhh!" yeritku.

Said Della again accompanied by a faint smile, "It's not a dream anymore, Cuy. We're in the real world." It turned out that he immediately understood what I was doing just now. "You think, all this time I didn't know, huh? I often watch out for you when I talk to my Papa again. I thought you liked my Papa."

"Del, a-I .. a-I ndak--"

"Don't lie, Lya! You have loved my Papa for a long time" Della said. As if I did not want to give an opportunity for me to reject or avoid the estimate earlier. "And .. I also feel, if Papa I like you."

"Silver, Del. Can't talk, we can talk about something else. Don't be this problem. I wanted to see you healthy and we both went to college together. It's just a few months away, Del. We're gonna--"

"Gue wants you to marry my Papa, Alya!" della finally blunt.

Holy hooch! I got back down. Shifting this seat a bit away from Della's position.

"Silver, Del. This is impossible!" I said while shaking my head. "You must be unconscious again. Better, you just take a break, yeah. I'm temenin, deh."

Della refuses. He pulled away the blanket I put on while looking at me.

"Why? Because you're the same as Andre?" della asked. "So I saw you hugging him, but your eyes never showed you if you like him. Your heart is for my Papa, isn't it?"

Ah, must I say especially now? I still can't fully believe Della's words, having gone through the various dramas I've experienced before.

Said Della after we were both silent, "Initially, I don't mean anything to you, Lya. I'm just looking at you. But ... long ago I thought about my condition and also my Papa. As a child, I was not selfish. Now I'm already big and Papa .. seems to be speeding up a companion figure."

Della clasped my hand.

According to Della, they did deliberately make small dramas to test me. A fictitious marriage with Aunt Cassandra, until the story of BI Mamas who cornered Om Bram.

Della also knew from Andre, that one of the reasons that caused me to choose to leave, could be because of the girl herself.

"Andre told me everything, Lya," Della said at the end of the story. "Gue the same Papa also knows, you haven't gone anywhere. Still in Jakarta. But I have Papa so don't nyamperin you go there. I want you to come here yourself, until I'm sure yourself .. You're back because of me and Papa."

I'm shaking. "Silver, Del. You wrong. I came for you, not Om Bram," I said honestly. "I-I like it .. I like it like Om Bram, Del. But ... I'm not sure, if your Papa is ...."

Suddenly the door of Della's room opened and appeared a figure of a man who had been very dear to me. "I like you too, Alya," he said without further ado.

"Om Bram?" I'm aghast.

The hairy man smiled. It is so sweet and more exciting than ever.

"Will you marry me, Alya?" ask her like a happiness for me all this time.

I don't know if it's real or if I'm dreaming. But certainly, before everything turned dark, I spontaneously got up and ran to hunt down the man's hug. No matter what else. I really want to feel the embrace of the figure I still love.

"I do, Om Bram! Do i!" I said happily and after that, I no longer knew what was happening.

Everything suddenly just disappeared. Replacing with a black, black, and black color. It slowly vanished out of nowhere I floated.

Long story short, a few months after graduating and graduating, I also married Om Bram. Witnessed by Della and Andre, both of them were present to witness moments of our happiness, saying the promise of faithfulness in the name of God.

"Congratulations, Cuy" said Della with a paled face, lying on a sickle bed, accompanied by Andre and Mbak Darmi. "Gue is so happy to see you with my Papa."

"Thank you, Del," I replied softly looking at Della's current condition. "We're always gonna make it up, aren't we, Del?"

"Sure dong, Cuy," Della replied in a hoarse voice. "Please don't disappoint my Papa, yeah. I'm sure you can keep up ... P-papa I .. d-with b-good."

I immediately hugged the girl and cried bitterly. "Please hold on longer, Del. It's as if .. until I can give you a new sister, Del."

Della smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, dear," said Om Bram also hugged his beloved son. "You've helped Papa choose the most appropriate figure for your Mama's replacement."

"Della is also .. s-very happy, P-papa ..." replied Della with breath beginning to gasp. "I love you, Papa."

"We love you too, my baby" replied Om Bram, unable to hold back his tears.

We can do nothing but pray and hope God will do wonders for the girl. Until that moment arrived ....

I know, Della did realize that her chance to make Om Bram happy, very short. For this reason, he also urged us to get married immediately after completing college education. Not in a place of worship or in a luxury hotel, just gather together in a white and limited room. There, assisted by a servant of God, I and Om Bram also inaugurated the relationship.

Now, after three months of Della's death for all eternity, I am pregnant. The seed of my love with Om Bram.

"Let off now, Mom?"

I glanced towards the front, the figure of a man who often accompanied me at certain times.

Answer, "Yes. Please take me to the hospital, yes. I want to check the contents."

"Good, Mom."

"Street not too fast, yeah. I'm pregnant with wine, you know," I said, reminding him.

The figure of the bule-staring young man smiled as he looked winked at me behind him.

...DONE IT...