BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)
Chapter 12
BUCCI (12)
Author: Daoed Soelaeman Shobari
“Alya ... “ call Andre while waving his hand in front of my face. “Kok, even daydreaming?”
I was shocked. “Eh, yes. Sorry, Ndre. I .... ”
“Why are you, anyway?” ask Andre wonder.
I took a deep breath. “I ... I'm just thinking, Ndre. I'm sorry.”
The man shakes. “Continue, how did you answer?” tanyanya. I looked at Andre for a moment. “About what, yes?” Still confused as to what to answer. The shadow of the incident was still strong in my mind.
“Yes, God ... Alya! So from earlier you did not listen to my talk?” Andre looks upset. “Our relationship, Lya. You want to accept me, right?”
Oh, aye. Just remembered. Andre charged the promise of an answer to his request the other day. Damnit damnit! My concern is still filled with false shadows that are very worried later if ....
“Sorry, Ndre. I can't,” answered me finally after a moment of silence.
“Why, Lya? You doubted me? I-“
“Not that problem, Ndre. Sorry,” cut me off before Andre finishes his talk. “I believe your sincerity, but I really can't. There's a lot I have to consider about that.”
“Considerate cost, Lya?” ask Andre urgently. “ ... or are you afraid our relationship will be known to Della? Why?”
I looked at those greenish-eye balls. There is honesty out there. Sure enough the man was not joking or mocking. The same bias as I felt on the figure of Om Bram all this time.
I nodded slowly. Not yet able to give the real answer. “I'm sorry, Ndre. I can't give you any reason. Sorry.”
“Why?”
Suddenly my mouth felt dry to answer. A little forced to speak with a tongue. “Maybe .. I don't deserve you.”
“What do you mean, Lya? Not fast how?” Andre ngotong's. “I love you, Lya. Really!”
“No, Ndre. I think ... There might be someone more appropriate for you to love. But it's not me.”
“Who?” Andre thought for a moment. “Della you mean?”
“Find out for yourself, Ndre. Sorry, I have to get to class. Della called me.” I get out of my seat. Leaving the figure of Andre glued while calling out.
“Lya, wait. You haven't answered my question, Lya!” andre, but did not try to chase me. “Lya! Wait for me!”
I don't give a shit. Continue to step outside the library with a heavy heart. Still heard her screams blaringly filled the corner of the room. “Lya, I will wait for you until anytime! Remember that!”
‘Ndak, Ndre. Ii'm sorry. I really can't accept your presence,’ I said in a swing towards class. ‘What I want just .... ‘
Della looked at me sharply, as soon as she got into the classroom. Wild eyeball the girl watched until I sat next to her.
“Elu from where, anyway? How, very long?” ask Della to investigate. “From toilet, Del. Kan, I told you earlier,” answered me lying.
“Ngapain is there? You constipated?”
I pat Della's arm. “You're. There's just, uh, ah.”
“ ... or even meet Andre, Cuy?”
I looked surprised. “Apaan, anyway, Del? Yeah, ndaklah. Why meet the same guy?” my elak was suddenly nervous.
“Hhmmm,” murmured Della then.
“Yes, geez, Della. I really didn't meet him. Believe me, deh, same me,” I said convincingly.
“Ya, already. If not, yes ... no, Cuy. Don't get me wrong, too, ngkali,” Della's whistle while sneering.
I'm down. Feeling guilty for lying to the closest friend.
Not long after Andre appeared, entered the class. Walk towards where he used to sit. His eyes did not come towards me. I was in a hurry pretending to open the bag. I don't want to look back at that guy.
At such a time, I also knew that Della was watching us both.
“Ehem!” deham Della is a little harsh.
I didn't care and kept tearing up the bag. Though I don't really know what to look for. Suddenly the air in the classroom became hot. Sultry feeling of roasting all over the body. Blowing air conditioning is installed in the two corners of the room, like the middle tickling tickle. Ah, crap! What am I supposed to do? Today really sucks!
The subject matter delivered by the assistant lecturer in front of the class, none of which was able to penetrate the brain. My head is frozen. Until then ....
“Cuy!” Della patted my arm.
I raise my head. The girl was standing right at the side. “What's up?” many confused. “Go home!” said Della was getting ready complete with a bag on the shoulder.
“Hah?”
“Hah what?”
“Kok, home?”
Della chuckles. “Elu want diem continue here? Go home. Yuk, ah.”
Goddamnit! So during the lesson I wasn't focused? “OK, Del.” I cleaned up all the books scattered on the table. None of it has been read since it was issued. “Yuk, leave!”
Della took my hand. It wasn't released until we got to the parking lot. Throughout the steps, I noticed the area around. I hope Andre isn't there.
“Elu why, anyway, Cuy?” della asked as soon as she was in the vehicle. “Why what, Del? I'm nothing, kok,” I replied accordingly. These eyes swept the parking atmosphere. I'm so thankful that I haven't found Andre since I left class.
“Elu mostly dumbfounded. I think something else is in mind?” search Della. “Ndak. I'm fine, Del. Calm down,” I said. Lying again.
“Serious ... nothing?”
I smiled blandly. “Iya. Bawel very, anyway, you!”
Della started the engine, then slowly drove away from the campus area.
“We go to Papah's office first, yes, Cuy,” Della said on the way.
“Hah? Why?” I'm appalled. Della to the point of frowning in wonder. “Ngapain? It's up to me, dong!” the girl's timpal was no less surprising. “Gue, right, his son. Once in a while, dong, maen-maen to my Papah job!”
O, yes. Right too, anyway. All of you treat the feeling of longing, because this morning I have not had time to see the figure of the man. Uh, why did that thought come up, huh?
“It is not so, Del. I mean, ndak usually out of college you to the office of Om Bram,” I added.
Della chuckles. “Yes, all ... You should also know my Papah office. Nothing wrong, right?”
I'm nodding. Indeed, during my stay with the Della family, I never once knew where Om Bram worked. For some reason, suddenly this heart feels flowery when it has heard the name.
About Bram ... About Bram ... About Bram ...
I mentioned that name many times in my heart.
Oh, geez! The girl seemed to notice my behavior. “Nno!”
Della's eyes narrowed. “Elu again bergebayangin si Andre, yes?”
Oh, why ... So Andre? I'm imagining Om Bram, Del! Why should a man be half bule?
“Ngaco you, Del.” I don't want to face Della through the middle mirror.
“Gue noticed earlier in class, he kept worrying about you,” Della said later. “Actually what is it, anyway, between you two?”
“Hah?” This time I really looked. “Masa, anyway?” I pretended not to know. “I ndak so carefulin, Del.”
“No curating or pretending not to know?” find Della back. “ ... or do not-don't during this you lie me?”
“What's lying again, anyway, Del?” My heart suddenly skipped a beat. Afraid that actually Della already knew about Andre's feelings for me. “Feelings ... all this time I've never lied to you.”
“Serious?”
“Totally!”
“You have nothing to do with him?”
“Dia?” My heart rate is getting stronger. “Who is he?” Don't let the name of Della's papah be called, Lord! Don't know what to answer until the girl suspects this feeling of Om Bram.
“Si Andre, Cuy! Who else?” Della. “There is indeed another man in your heart?”
“Yes, ndaklah, Del. You're getting a lot worse, deh, ah!”
Della chuckles. “Yes, I think ... there may be.”
“What's up? It means think I'm what's going on, do you?” Really scared when Della finds out that I have a crush on her papa. Duh, how horrified, God!
Della frowned. “Gue thought ... You have a taste of that bloke guy, Lya! Where do you think he's going, anyway? Busyet, huh! I've been talking to you since, you're not connecting, deh!”
Yeah, God! Thank goodness! Not what I imagined!
“Nno! The vow! I'm not lying!” I held my two fingers forward at Della.
“Nah, just answer so. What's the trouble, anyway?” seloroh Della's. “Capek talk ama you, Cuy! Difficult connection!”
I pat Della on the shoulder. Piqued. Welcomed the girl hard as usual.
Our journey finally arrived. Della parked the vehicle in a special place. After greeting the local security officer, he walked towards a room. I followed his steps while watching the atmosphere of the office where Om Bram worked. Clean and clean, and beautiful.
Passing through several corridors decorated with several types of fresh plants. Then we arrived at a special room. In front of him was a young and beautiful female worker, greeting us kindly. It seems she already recognized Della. Of course because Om Bram is one of the influential employees there.
“The paper is there, Bu?” ask Della about the girl. “Sedang meeting, Ma'am. Soon also finished,” the answer is friendly. Sometimes he watches me.
“Oh, yes. Introduce this .. Her name is Alya. Papah's family also,” said Della introduced me to the woman.
“Hai, Ma'am. I'm Cassandra. It's great to meet you,” said the woman as she greeted. “I'm Alya, Mom,” I'm a little shy.
“I can wait in Papah's room, right, Mom?” della asked a moment later. “Of course you can, Ma'am. Please come in,” replied Cassandra. “You need to order a drink or .... “
“No need, Mom. Thank you,” said Della. “I went inside, yes.”
“Oh, please, Ma'am. Later I tell Mr. Bram, if Mbak Della is in the room,” said Cassandra friendly.
“OK. Thank you, yes, Bu.”
I followed Della into a room. Large, neat, clean, and cool. There is a large table equipped with a large sailing computer. Television set, large and soft seating, and some paintings and photos are displayed on the walls of the room. There's a portrait of Della over there.
Yeah, God! My eyes were suddenly fixed on a large frame that stuck beautifully. A beautiful woman dressed in maroon artistic fashion, shouldered complete with accessories that adorn her hair. His white skin exuded an exotic aura. It was so sweet of a smile. Could it be ....
“That's my late Mama, Cuy,” Della said as soon as she found me looking at the big photo on the wall. “Beautiful, right?”
“Beautiful to your Mom, Del,” I was stunned.
“Dan ... “ greeting Della stalled. Stunned while staring at another photo hanging on his papa desk.
“And what, Del?” I asked to take a glance at Della's perspective earlier. “Lho ... it .... “
Yeah, God! Really it? There's another photo next to Della's portrait. A young woman with exotic skin. Complete with her sweet smile. He ....
“Del, that ... right, my photo. Why is it on Om Bram's desk?” Suddenly the heart was racing again. Since when does Om Bram have my picture?
As I recall, I never once gave a photo to him. Even a picture was taken. Where did Om Bram get it?
“Sayang .... “ One shocking sound emerged from behind the door of the room. A tall male figure with a dense stature and his face was filled with thin feathers, smiling sweetly welcomed our presence.
“Papah ... “ exclamation Della as she approached her papa. They hugged tightly. Kiss the man landing on the forehead as well as the two cheeks of the girl. “I'm sorry, Pah. Do not tell you first if today want to go to the office papah.”
“Nothing, Honey,” replied Om Bram while landing his kiss back on Della's forehead.
Oh, myGod! I wish I was in Della's position. Cuddled, kissed, and .. ah, why should the mind come up in times like these, huh? Om Bram is nobody. Of course that won't happen to me. But ....
“Hai, Alya,” greet Om Bram instantly after seeing my presence among them. He walked over.
Nah! Nay! The downy-haired man is getting closer. Her smile began to radiate beautifully while looking at me deeply.
“H-ha-i, O-o-om,” I say hello in a broken voice.
This body suddenly felt like it was shaking violently. The long footsteps approached. Tapping his shoes against the floor seemed to represent my heartbeat getting stronger. He swung both arms. Preparing to devour every inch of this body fell into a warm embrace. Until then ....
“Welcome to my office, Lya,” said Om Bram while holding me for a split second. His kiss also landed gently touching this forehead. The sound of her lips blaring beautifully collided on the surface of my skin.
I can't move. Silent pecking with a stiff body. The blood flow in this body suddenly felt frozen.
Yeah, God! I want this situation to last much longer. Give a glimmer of beauty even if only this happens once. From her. That guy. In decapannya.
“Lya ... “ call Om Bram soft.
“Hah?” I was stunned to find his face only a few inches away from me. Of course you have to look up more so that you can meet with the beautiful brownish eyes.
“Come, sit down first,” says Om Bram later.
“Hah?”
“Sit first, Lya.” Om Bram repeated.
I can't move. This leg is like being glued together with the floor of the room. Even almost fell staggering if not immediately embraced by the fluffy hand.
“You why, Lya?” ask Om Bram.
“It feels ... I am dying, Om,” I replied after swallowing the rest of the saliva that suddenly dried up.
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