BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 14

JIGSAW (14)

By:Daoed Soelaeman Shobari

“I love you, Om. It's been a long time I love you,” I said suddenly half growled. I can't stand to say it anymore.

Della and Bram looked at each other. “Alya ... “ said them with gaping mouth. “Why?” many wonder. “There's something wrong with me?”

Bram and Della shook their heads.

“Then?” I'm rattled. “What did you mean earlier, Cuy?” Della's still gawking. “Which one?” Wonderful, with these two guys. “Yang earlier ... ” as soon as Della returns. Bram is only confused, there is a gurat gamang on the face of the flamboyant man with a thin twist.

“Love-love, you mean?” I asked Della. The girl nodded. “What's up? How, confused?” I'm welcomed.

“Just tell me, Cuy. Don't telli (thinking/lemoth plate),” reply Della gaunty. “It's hard, anyway, by the way. Her reputation from earlier back and forth is unclear!”

Suddenly I laughed. Very amusing. How not? I saw the expressions of the two men. Bram and Della.

“Lya! Can't be sane, anyway, lu?” della was upset apparently. Bram. My laughter stopped slowly.

“Can ... can be bang!” I patted Della's thigh hard. He grimaced as he rubbed. “I love Om Bram as much as I love both parents myself, is that wrong?”

Della and Bram took a deep breath. Relieved now, maybe. The man shook listlessly. “Neg. There's nothing wrong, Lya. You're right,” he said with trembling lips holding haru.

“Hhmmm .. I think laen, Cuy. Be present! What is my brain that mostly eats telmi you attitude,” exclaimed Della while leaning back on the chair. “What do you think, Del? How, can you think of such an assortment?” I am now inexhaustible astonished to see the attitude of both of them. “Again! I'm healthy! Sane!” the girl replied annoyed.

“Keep now how?” I saw Bram looking the other way while scratching his head. He turned his head and pointed his finger at me. “Weaa ... Aha, we're eating now. The order has arrived!”

An all-blue-clothed office worker walked into the room, having previously knocked on the door. “Sorry, Sir. A little long,” said the official. He put food on the table.

“Over time, anyway, Mas?” Della pouted at the officer. “Iya, sorry, Ma'am. Back there was a bit of a fuss,” her answer was accompanied by a smile. “But still good also Mas came,” continued Della. “Kalo no, can hang us here.” The girl's eyes glanced at me for a moment.

“Del .... “ Bram remind.

“What do you mean, anyway, Del?” I'm second-guessing.

“Udah, no need to discuss,” Della say. “Too don't eat soon, we can all hang here.”

Bram suddenly choked. His laughter almost broke. “Papah cough?” Spontaneous I'm offering you a drink.

Papa? Whats! It was so crisp and unpleasant to hear. Della looked over for a moment. Watching me in such a way.

“Thank you, darling,” said Bram with a red face. Smiling sweetly received the drink I gave.

Duh, God! I don't know why I suddenly miss the old days. When the man treated himself with a sensation that could make me drunk kepayang. Now then? Ah, it feels normal.

“Iya, Pah,” my answer is flat. Frankly, I didn't want to look into those eyes a second time. No and will not.

Della elbowing. “Fuck? It's not wrong, what I'm hearing!” He laughed behind his hand. Wonderful I asked, “Lho, why? Said earlier—“

“Any what a horror, Cuy.” Della chuckles.

“Del .... “ Bram remind.

The worker who delivered the food smiled. “I'm sorry, yes, Sir and Mbak-Mbak.”

“Thank you, yes, Mas,” said Della among the rest of her laughter earlier.

Hhmm ... What kind of charade is this? I must look strong while this heart wants to shout out loud. To curse at a world that is not fair. Is there anything I deserve better than the current situation?

“Alya don't eat?” Bram's voice snapped at the daydream. “I'm eating, Om uh, Pah!” I pat this mouth for a moment. Little wrong.

Della and Bram looked at each other. “Eat what, Cuy? From earlier you just stirring drinks,” exclaimed Della surprise.

“Masa, anyway?” I noticed the drink in my hand. Nothing is strange. Except cold water rounds in a glass. “My drink doesn't use ice cubes, huh?”

Della rolled her eyes accompanied by a sneer in such a way. While Bram just smiled funnyly watching me. The man stared like that for a long time, to the point that I felt bad for myself. “Ah, Papah .. don't look at Alya like that, dong? Shame, Pah!”

Bram smiled again. “It turns out you're funny too, Alya.”

“Ah, Om Bram's. Uh, Papah .... “ Suddenly like losing the force of gravity of the earth. I saw both feet still on the floor. What sense is flying? Is this neck that elongated?

Damnit damnit! Honestly, anyway, I was tormented once having to call that guy ‘Papah’. More comfortable and beautiful as ever, Om Bram. Bram, Om Bram, Bram, Om Bram! Call ‘Papah’ like to keep this asa. Or is it precisely with the current status, I can guerrilla safely without having to worry about Della's suspicions? Being closer to Bram can be a child-father relationship, for example.

“Cuy, eat!” Della jerking.

I'm turning. “Aaan, anyway?”

“Eat! M-a-k-a-n!” Della shows her finger bribing into her mouth.

“Iya, Del. It also wants to eat, kok.” I took a spoonful of rice from the rice stand. And .... “Uhuk! Yes, geez!”

“Why else, anyway?” Della surprise.

“My history is cold?!”

Della watched my food. Then switch to a glass of drink that has run out a quarter. Soon the waves broke. Bram couldn't help but laugh.

“Oh, sorry. Apparently .... “ I immediately ran to the toilet in the room Om Bram. I spit out all the food that was still in my mouth. Chilly.

Damnit damnit! Why would I be so stupid, anyway? It does not seem to remember at all ever pouring the contents of the drink glass into the place of rice. Fact is like that. Hhmmm .. This must be because of Om Bram. As much as possible acting pretending to be happy, in fact it is still too big.

I saw my face behind the mirror. Should I let this love melt itself, or is it worth keeping? Which is more appropriate if you have to stand beside Bram, as a child or an un-age partner?

‘Hai, glass! Give me the answer! Please!’

Long pensive looking at yourself there. Worrying about what to step up. Now hesitate to go outside this toilet room, due to the ridiculousness made earlier. At times like this it feels like screaming as loud as possible. Sure enough, class singers Whitney Housten and Mariah Carrey will lose the octave.

“Alya, you're fine, right?” bram asked as soon as I returned to the room. “Ndak nothing. Om,” I replied briefly. “Serious, Cuy?” Della is also of concern.

I nodded slowly.

“Gue just received a food additive. You need to eat first, deh, gih.” Della added.

“What's wrong? You, right, haven't eaten.”

“Let's just at home.”

Bram mediates. “Ya, already. Take this food home, yes. Papah is long home. Tonight there is a schedule of meetings with working clients.”

“Not come home again, Pah?” Della pouting. Bram smile. “Maybe a bit maleman. You will continue to have dinner together later.”

“OK. We go home now, deh,” said Della finally. “Where, Cuy? We're back now, yeah.”

“I said I was full too, Del. Then just eat at home, deh,” answered me half lazily answer. Della and Bram gawking.

“Truly, yes. You seem to need a long break, deh.” Della.

“What's the reason?” I'm getting ready to take the bag on the chair.

“Already. Forgetit. We're home now!”

Della hugged Bram. Kissing the left-right cheek is good. “We go home first, yes, Om,” I also share.

“Eh, don't give me a hug for Papah, Alya?” Bram developed both arms. I doubt. Refuse or accept the offer.

Refuse, means will lose the opportunity to feel the craved embrace. But if you accept, worry will be out of control like the beginning had met in this room. Finally ....

“Don't hesitate to think of me as your own papah, Alya,” Bram said as soon as we hugged tightly. “I also love you very much, Darling.”

‘What?’ I'd love to slap that thin-fisted face. What does he really want, anyway? What kind of love do you have for me, Bram? But I don't want to be asked. Because that warmth is much more soothing than having to let go as soon as possible.

“Ehem!” deham Della is surprising. As soon as we let ourselves go. Blushed in the form of a small cough.

“We go home first, Om.. aeh, Pah,” back I say go. The man nodded.

“Already, Pah!” sahut Della holding my hand out of the room.

“Already, Darling!” reply Bram.

I looked at Bram before it was completely lost behind the door leaf. The man was still standing in his place. Smiling sweetly while waving your hands.

Ah, Om Bram. He is not so old when viewed from his actual age. Tall and well-groomed body, it still feels right with me. It's just that the posture is not comparable. But under other conditions, we must be balanced. Uh, what kind of thought is that?

Frankly, right now my mind is still not as invited as it should be. Called normal, it's getting crazy. Whynot? This journey of pretense will go on without knowing when it will end.

For a while, it might have survived. Accepting Bram's decision to consider me a child. I don't know, another time. This verdict could still change. The key is of course Della. As long as there is that girl, my relationship with Bram will remain so. Father-son? It sucks!

On the other hand, I have to respect this family. They have done a lot of service. Kindness that cannot be answered in the blink of an eye. Especially Della. From him, I found my true love.

Andre, another figure that I'm right to make as an escape. Shedding this pseudo love for a while, until there comes a moment where it must honestly express its taste. Ah, but this won't hurt Della either. Behind the peculiarity he faced the half-cule guy, there is a secret that still contains a mystery. Doubt that Della really doesn't like Andre. Then what did he mean to avoid Andre all this time? It is worth exploring further.

That guy still takes me often. Dinner, sightseeing, or just hanging out at the cafe enjoying free wifi.

[Sorry, Ndre. I can't get out. Della's at home. The father has not yet returned home.]

[Yes, already, if so, I just went there, how?]

[Don't, dong. What do you want anyway? Yes, you are at home. Quiescent. If you come out, you will get Corona, you know!]

Long conversations he didn't reply. As soon as he answered, it was just a laughing emoticon. Strange man! I tried to remind him.

Our conversation stopped, because in front of the house I heard the roar of a vehicle engine entering the garage. That must be Om Bram. He just got home. I saw the clock on the wall, it almost showed at one in the morning. Della must have been asleep. There's no way to get up hunting down the front door.

I had to go down myself. Dunking in the dim light of the middle space. Then ...

CLICK IT!

“Alya? You haven't slept, honey?” bram asked as soon as he got me to open the door. I smiled faintly. “Numbered, Om. It just so happened that the sound of Om's car, so straight here,” I replied starting to feel an irregular heartbeat.

“And don't wait for me, Lya. After all, I also bring my own key, kok.” Bram shut the door tight. I myself intended to go back to the room, but was restrained by the man's heavy hand. “Start, Lya.”

“What's up, Om?” I stopped without daring to turn my body. Facing Bram is only a few centimeters away. Uh, no!

“There is something I want to talk to you about,” Bram said. Her warm male breath hit my neck. There was a smell of alcohol. “Della's asleep, right?”

“Already, Om.” I dare not open my eyes. His breath and voice were getting closer. Sure enough, we almost stuck to each other. “M-m-e-m-ang .. k-e-n-what, O-o-m?”

He didn't answer immediately. But his fingers landed gently on his shoulders. Then pull the turn. I had to obey. Reversing the position of the body and now dealing directly with the body of the man.

“Om Bram drunk?” I asked myself to vent so that the smell of alcohol was more clearly accompanying every snort of his breath. The man shook his head. “No. Just a little bit of a drink to appreciate the clients. I have never been drunk, kok,” Bram replied while holding both of my shoulders.

“Thank God,” muttered me slowly. “A-pa ya-ng ma-u Om bic-ara-kan?”

Bram smile. He pulled my chin up and looked at me. “About that afternoon, Alya. Honestly, I didn't mean to be like that. I hope your words are not what you mean, Lya.”

“I mean Om which one, yes, Om?” I really can't stand being treated like this. The man's eyes grew sharper. I don't know when it will take place.

“You really love me, don't you, Alya?”

Yeah, God! I didn't think he'd question that. Now the answer is what else to say. Wasn't it enough for me to have a show all day?

I was confused to answer. But back to thinking, it seems like one of the right times to express honesty.

Without a second thought, I quickly scattered his body tightly. I hugged it in such a way as I said, “Yes, I do love you, Om. Not as a child to his parents. But ... I love the same Om because I wish to devote my life to you, Om.”

My cry exploded in his arms. Jemari Bram rubbed my back. “Already expected, Lya. I've been estimating it for a long time.”

“What Om means?” I raised my head while still maintaining my embrace. The man smiled. He did not answer, but slowly bowed his face and approached.

“Om .... “ Suddenly I want to lift this body by raising the footrest. Then ....

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