BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 13

HAMMER (13)

Author: Daoed Soelaeman Shobari

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.

I was silent while grinning. ‘It feels like I am dying, Om,’ I replied in my heart, after swallowing the rest of the saliva that suddenly dried up.

Della came over. “Elu why, anyway, Lya? Was it healthy? You sick?” asked the girl to help me walk, and then sat me in the chair. His hand swings about to check his forehead, but I quickly push back, “Don't!”

“Why?” Della was astonished. “Ndak nothing. I'm nothing, really. Healthy and fine,” replied I try strong and look fresh. Though it means that the forehead of the former kiss Om Bram was not touched by another hand. If you need to shower today.

Crazy one! Is that not my nature? But really. Honestly speaking. I was enjoying the sensation of the smell of the lips of the man landing perfectly on the skin of this face.

Om Bram just smiled as he shook his head to see my attitude. “What do you want to drink? Or ... haven't had lunch?” He offered us.

“Still, Om. Alya is full,” I replied with my eyes closed. Reconce the unexpected scene. It feels like repeating and continuing to repeat until finally I am sure, this time it is not a daydream or a dream.

“What the hell, anyway, Cuy? From the campus earlier we have not eaten anything, kok,” protest Della astonished.

‘I mean, your papah hug was enough to make me full, Della. Haduh, that time just don't understand, anyway, Non?’ I murmured in my heart with my eyes still closed. The design of the scene was still diligent I-replay in the memory of the head. Unconsciously smiling beautifully to herself.

“Yes, already so. Book a meal first, yes.” Om Bram walked to his desk. Then contact someone by phone.

“Cuy!” della half-whispered near my ear. “What?” I opened my eyes. He found the girl watching with a sharp look in her eyes. “Elu why, anyway?” ask him later. “Why what? I'm okay, kok, Del,” I replied confused.

“Elu crazy or possessed, anyway?” Della's face looked tense. Between wanting to make sure I was aware and worried something was going on beyond reason. Maybe that means it.

“Yes, geez, Del. I'm healthy, really. Something strange, yes, same with me?” Almost this face, but urung done. There's a special ex that won't be contested there. Uh, hopefully I won't forget.

“Ya, weird. You're crying alone. That means what is try?”

“When?”

“Au, ah!” Della pouting.

“I mean just now or when, anyway?” Completely confused by Della's attitude. I never felt like I was doing anything like he thought. “You said the real thing, dong, Del. Which is clearly what. So I can answer clearly and clearly too.”

Della's eyes widened and became fierce. “Elu if I flush use saos chili kayaknya delicious, deh, Cuy. Krispy how is that. Gemes I want to chewyah-ngunyah elu.”

THE PLAQUE!

Della's shoulder was an easy target for my applause. “You it if you talk, really, carelessly. Am I a lobster?”

“Sickness, Yes!” ringis Della rubs her arm. “Ups, sorry, Del. Deliverances. Hihihi,” I replied I couldn't help but laugh at the girl's reaction.

Om Bram's back from the desk. Sitting face to face looking at us one by one. “What's up? You guys from keep laughing? Something funny here?” asked the man with his trademark smile.

My laughter stopped immediately. For a moment he looked at Om Bram's face and looked down. Worrying about facing each other. But had noticed the fine hairs on that face. It tickled me and almost made me fall unconscious.

“Custom, Pah. Si Alya tuh,” replied Della scowled spoiled. “Kok, so I, anyway?” I followed the girl's arm. “Yes, it's obviously you, Cuy. Every time the same deket Papah, surely, deh, your behavior is strange,” timpal Della. I followed his arm back. This time he managed to escape.

Om Bram chuckles. “Papah is glad you guys look familiar and get along well. May the brotherly relationship of you two remain firmly bound forever, yes, dear Papah.”

Brotherly relations? Me and Della? So all this time it was true that Om Bram thought of me as a foster child? Kok, so? Not as a kid, dong, Om! Pleases. Lift me up as something other than that or something.

“O, yes, Lya ... “ says Om Bram moments later. “I'm sorry to have taken a photo of you made in store in my office. Because I thought, after all, you were already a part of our family. That's why I took the initiative to display it. It's okay, isn't it, Lya?”

Yeah, God! My esophagus feels choked. I've been considered an Om Bram family. Being his adopted son. Is there no other chance to be more than a child, Om?

“Lya ... “ call Om Bram.

“Eh, yes, Om. Nothing, kok,” I replied at last. “I even seneng have a new family here.”

“Truly you are seneng, Cuy?” ask Della to interrupt. “That's it, I'm so smug. Indeed how should it be?” I looked at the girl.

“Don't expect to be another, maybe?”

“You mean?” I'm stunned. Lest he know that I wish ....

“Elu be my sister, suppose. You are, after all, older than me. Only a few months apart,” said Della accompanied by her gel as usual.

Goddamnit! He can most, deh, make me hang. I'm afraid Della will say something. Memorized, her mouth was ‘ngember’.

The girl hurriedly inched away as my elbow prepared to flap her arm.

“Can be, deh, you, Del.”

“In advance how, Om?” I'm curious. “He's a quiet kid type. Not so sociable and not many friends that he has,” replied Om Bram.

“Pah!” exclaim Della protest. I don't want Om Bram to open up his past. The man was even more smiling.

“Della's attitude is impressed jutek, arrogant, or something. But the originals as Alya knew all along. Laughing or even joking. I am very grateful for him. Papah's favorite son has returned cheerful .... “ Om Bram doesn't care about Della's whimpering. “As far as you're going to assume what you're like. Who feels brother or sister. For me it's not that important. Anyway, your happiness is my happiness too.”

“Pah! Uda, dong!” whine Della.

“And make you Alya .... “ Om Bram looks at me deeply.

“Iya, Om,” my answer quickly.

“Start now, if you want to call me ... Papah is also okay.”

“What do Om mean? Alya doesn't understand.”

“A long time ago .. I consider you as my own biological child, Lya,” said Om Bram finally. “Moreover I heard, you already have no parents, right, Lya?”

Whahuh? Didn't you hear wrong? Really this? I want to make sure that this is not dreaming. I pinched my own thigh hard, and ....

“Aduh!” I didn't realize I was screaming out loud.

“Why you?” della was surprised. “Ndak nothing. I'm just surprised,” answered me origin, while grimacing rubbing thighs.

“How, Lya?” Om Bram asked. “What, Om?” I am confused whether I should be happy or sad. Obviously if you want to be honest, it's like a broken heart. My love is in the father-son relationship.

“You can call me Papah, Lya,” replied Om Bram. “Or if you're happier with Om calls too, that's okay. I'm still happy, kok.”

Nah! What I hope is not that, Om! Relationships like that will only make me more tormented. Forever then? I don't know. Love, Om! Your love!

“Alya .... “

“Iya, Om. Uh, Pah! Eh?“

Om Bram looked at me intently. “You, really, even look moody?”

“You're not happy about this news, Cuy?” Della asked. They both looked at me in such a way. Yeah, God! I'm confused what to answer, huh?

“Not so, Del, Om,” my reply choked. This throat dries up again. It hurts a lot when you swallow. Disappointment, that's the cause. “I just didn't expect it, it happened so fast. I never expected more when Om Bram and Della would accept me as a new person in the family. Now .... “

“O, yes. I'm sorry. Maybe this is too rushed, Alya.” Om Bram rush chimed. “ Shouldn't be this fast, right, Alya? Me .... “

No, Bram! I love you, Hairy Man! Why don't you want to understand me, anyway? I love half mad with you, Bramanditya!

If only there was no Della there, it would be like to throw a hug towards Om Bram's body. Crying in his arms. Then I screamed hysterically that I really loved him. No matter what risks you face. That will relieve more lung tightness, rather than having to keep harboring this excruciating feeling.

“Lya, you cry?” Della grabbed my shoulder. Then pull this body into his arms. “Why, Lya? You sad?”

Right, I need a place to shed this disappointment. Not the expected Della, but the man in front. But no way, I'm still sane. What happens if you stay determined to do that. It's gonna hurt that girl, right?

“Sorry cave, Lya,” says Della. “Gue did you come here to talk about this problem. We all planned. You never did, did you, ama cave first? About this.”

I can't say yet. Can only cry and cry in Della's arms. While Om Bram chose silent a thousand languages.

“Gue wants you to be my own family, Lya. Because I like ama you. I have talked about Papah many times, but I have often been rejected. Papah knows this too soon. Until I finally managed to convince Papah, if I did not choose wrong. You deserve happiness, Lya. With us. I and Papah,” Della added.

But that's not what I wanted, Della. I was expecting your papah! Now, everything is slowly disappearing. Om Bram only thinks of me as a child.

After a long moment of silence, Om Bram finally spoke up. “Well, if you're not ready, that's okay. We appreciate whatever your decision is. For me personally, you are our new family.”

I took off Della's embrace. Then look at Om Bram sharply. “I love you, Om. It's been a long time I love you,” I said suddenly half growled. I can't stand trying not to say that sentence.

Della and Om Bram looked at each other.

“Alya .... “ Om Bram surprised with gaped mouth. “What does Alya mean?”

“Alya loves Om Bram,” I said back repeating clearly.

“Cuy, elu .... “ Della was astonished.

I smiled with satisfaction at being able to reveal half of this heart. Now whatever, whatever happens, I'm ready to take it.

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