BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 9

...BUCINS...

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 9...

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"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.

Bram took a breath, then just blew it away. Breezy sweeping my hair. Like being caressed by .. ah, another hallucination. I need to be strong now. "So you passed out at the restaurant" Bram replied back.

Yeah, God. His breath was so hot. Hot ... hot .. hot ... felt burning my skull.

"Oh, so?"

"Yes." Yeah."

I tried to put the swinging leg off the patient's check bed. Descending down. Bram meant to help by holding my shoulder. "Yinjangaannn!" Unaware I screamed, the slippery bald doctor behind the table was aghast. He looked at me in wonder. Still holding a pen that left a long line on the paper.

Della was surprised. It was almost a phone that he was playing with regardless of the grasp. "Why else, Cuy? Nerve flu?" della asked while crossing her index finger on her own forehead.

"Hehe," I grinned. "sorry. Spontaneity."

"Okay .. okay," Bram replied with both hands expanding and retreating away.

It was completely out of control. Afraid Om Bram will touch me back. Worry will make this blood flow suddenly stop completely. It was reflexively shouting. Hahey!

"Boy father's blood pressure is low. Maybe fatigue or something else is affecting it" the bald doctor explained, writing something on new paper. The one that had been cut long was thrown away, as a result of being surprised by my screams.

'Yes, doc. That factor is ... the person who is by my side right now, ' I said inwardly without daring to glance sideways. There's Bram there.

"You have a history of diseases that have been suffered before, Neng?" ask the doctor later. "There was. Stomach pain," I replied slowly.

"Yes, maybe it's caused by a buildup of gas in the stomach. Difficulty passing wind and pressing on the intestinal organs and skin of the stomach," said the doctor.

"What's the connection to stomach pain, doc?" della suddenly interjected. "Cock, so to the gas? Hard to fart mean?"

"Della .... " Bram reminds his son.

The doctor gawked. "So this Neng said bloating, right?"

Della patted the jidat. "Hummer, doc! Bounce! Mag disease!" The girl raised the volume of her voice. "Buskey, man!"

"Della!" Bram reminded me.

Doctor chuckles. "Oh, hull? I think it was bloated. Sorry .... " He fixed the ear plugs of the hearing aid in his ear hole. "sorry. My hearing aid was suddenly less sensitive. Maybe batrenya ngedrop due to the scream of this Neng earlier. Hehe. Sorry."

Bram and Della looked at each other with a moaning mimic. Baffled. While I myself try to restrain myself, so that this laughter is not enough. Could Om Bram have mistakenly taken me to the wrong place? What kind of clinic is this?

On the way home, I was quieter. Not daring to glance or steal a glance like before at the man. The vow! I fear. Do not know why, every time close and smelling the scent of papah Della, this self suddenly weakened, nervous, idiot, misbehavior, as well as a myriad of other annoying flavors. In love? Maybe more than that. Crazy one! This is called first love. I really don't know, because a lifetime has never felt this big.

I stepped outside the room. Dreary. There were only a few small lights left to light up from the direction of the basement. Hurry down the stairs with small steps. I fear that these traces will make a sound.

Pretty hot air tonight. My throat feels like it's drying. It took several sips of cold water, to repel the thirst that was increasingly torturous.

I slowly set foot into the kitchen. Directly to the refrigerator. Hunting cold mineral water bottles. The sound of the refrigerator door screams sounded loud in the middle of silence. Or is it just my feelings for worrying about waking up the next room occupants.

"Alya .... "

"Omm?" I'm appalled. Om Bram was standing looking at me. Only wear short and tight bokser pants. Bare chest with a little wet gloss, exposed to dim light. Maybe sweat. I ... ah, NO! Don't stare at that body for long. Must be focused and conscious. Complete self-control so as not to weaken fall. Fainting or something.

"Why are these nights in the kitchen?" bram asked in a heavy voice, piercing my eardrum. Instantly this heart was pounding.

"Drink, Om. Thirsty," I replied, closing my eyes. I hope I can stay in that position. Prickles.

"Oh ... "short Bram timpals. "Alya .... "

Duh, that voice. Slowly but syahdu. I need to keep my mind focused on the eyelid spot, so as not to open. For a second.

"Alya .... "

Oh, geez! He hasn't left yet? What do you want, anyway, to call me? "Yes, Om .... "

"I want to .... "

"Don't, Om! Please, no!"

"Alya!"

"Don't touch me, Om. Please!"

"I want to drink too. You've been working on the refrigerator door, Lya."

"Well?!" I just realized, then quickly shifted to the side. If advanced can be severe, the collision with the wet and hairy body. Wuih, it's very dangerous. "Oh, sorry, Om. Ow."

"Why are you, anyway? How, from that moment on the brim? Sleepy? Yes, it's sleeping there," said Bram accompanied by kekehannya.

Yes, I need to get out of this place immediately. Go to sleep and hope that you will no longer have strange dreams like a few days ago. "Good, Om. Alya went to sleep again. Good night, Om."

"Night too, Alya."

I immediately rushed to leave the man. Keep your eyes closed. Close the ears so as not to hear the sound of him calling back. Never try to look, let alone steal the scenery behind the short and tight bokser pants. Anyway I ....

DUK!

"Ouch!"

"Why, Lya?" ask Bram from a distance.

Damnit damnit! My head hit the wall near the stairs. Just walk while you close your eyes.

"You're okay, right?" ask Bram back.

"It's okay, Om. Only because of the dark," I replied accordingly. "My head is dizzy .... " The latter is enough in the heart.

Finally with great difficulty while holding back the dizzy, until I was also in front of the door of Della's room. I don't want to sleep alone tonight. Worried about being carried by a blanket made from synthetic fur.

GECK! GECK! GECK!

"Della, open the door, dong."

Long time no answer. Repeat, "Della. I want to sleep in your room, Del."

Before long the door opened. "Ngapain, anyway, lu? Malem-malem noisy!"

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