BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)
Chapter 15
NIPPON (15)
By: Daoed Soelaeman Shobari
My cry exploded in Bram's arms. The man rubbed my back. “Already expected, Lya. I've been estimating it for a long time.”
“What Om means?” I looked up my head while still maintaining my embrace. She smiles. Not answering, but slowly lowered his face and approached.
“Om .... “ I'd love to raise this footrest. Close your eyes and wait for what happens next. Then, the man placed his index finger on my open lip. He shook his head slowly accompanied by a seductive sweet smile. “Why, Om?” I wonder among the snoring breaths that begin to hunt. Sure enough, this heartbeat was felt to touch the body of the hairy field.
Bram smiled again. He kissed my forehead softly. Then take off this tight hug. “Sleep, Alya. It's late at night,” he said half a whisper. “I'm afraid Della woke up and found us like this .... “
Nah! I still want to be in that man's arms. This feeling is really torturous. Damn, Bram's attitude is full of mystery. I don't know what love he has. To hold me up as a foster child?
“Om .... “ Back I hugged Bram tighter. Spilling a second cry that was more powerful than before. This time I really can't control my emotions. The awareness of my status completely forgot.
“Alya,” he said my name over and over again. “You are .... “
“I love you, Om,” my cry in tears.”Alya loves Om Bram.” very much No matter what else happens. A taboo for a woman to express love first, just an old adage. I actually have to fight for myself. I hope Bram is willing to be honest.
“Lya, listen to me,” said Bram, “aku .... “
“I don't care what happens after this, Om.” Raised face. Staring sharply at those brownish eyeballs. “I just want Om to know, that this taste is not as a form of love of a child towards parents. But I wish Om could be a companion to life. Because I love you so much and am crazy about you, Om Bram.”
Bram put his index finger on my lips. “Ssttt ... listen to me first, Alya,” the door is soft, “there are other things you need to know about me.”
“Hall else, Om?” I don't want that guy to twitch. “I don't care if Om loves me or not. I just want you.”
My crying exploded again. Bram tried to calm down, but this soul was still reluctant to listen. It does not feel ready to have to accept the bitter reality or also disappointed when this surge of desire begins to burn.
“Alya .... “
“Endak, Om. Don't tell me that Om only loved me as a child. It was excruciating for me.”
“Listen to me, Alya.”
“Endak.”
“Alya.”
“Endak, Om. I beg!”
“Listen to me first.”
“End—“
My lips can no longer speak. The eardrum is not willing to accept rebuttal. This breath seems to be suddenly gone. Suddenly Bram landed his kiss gently.
“Om?”
Can't believe I opened these eyes wide. Make sure it's no longer the index finger that clings to these lips to stop talking. Clearly, the fine fur on top of the man's lips had landed. Tickling to boil blood throughout the veins.
Bram smile. “You want my answer, right?”
I still can't believe it. Is this just a dream? Don'tdon't. “I don't understand, Om.” I rubbed the man's face. The feathers felt real grating the palm. “Barusan Om--“
The smell of alcohol again stings. Not from his breath, but straight from the man's mouth. So warm touching the lips. Repeating for a second time, while stopping my unfinished speech. Just for a moment, then detached and drifted away.
I tried to catch up by raising the heel higher. But being held with my index finger stuck to my lips. “Why, Om? I—“
“No, Alya,” Bram said as he shook his head. “It was enough to answer your question earlier, right?” Bram let go of my embrace.
I'm trying to digest her words, “I mean ... Om Bram also loves me?”
The man smiled sweetly. He poked the tip of my nose gently, then rushed into his room after smelling this warm forehead.
“Sleep, Alya. It was late at night,” said Bram then disappeared behind the door.
Hhmmm ..he hasn't answered my question honestly. That kiss? Could it be just to calm me down? It was impossible that he did not feel interested in a woman who was willing to give herself up completely. Or because I was too much.
‘Remember, Alya. You are a holy woman. Is it that low you are willing to give up your honor to an obscure man and not necessarily love you? He is someone else and nobody to you. Never be blinded by an orgasm whisper, by being as cheap as before!’ whisper in the mirror. I'm behind the glass.
Ah, I don't care. Didn't you ever almost lose your honor to a man named Ryan.
‘Are those events not enough to give you a warning, Alya? Luckily, Ryan never carried on with his foul intentions. God is preparing the right figure for you someday.’
Wh who? Brams? My heart is only on him. Not the others, especially Andre.
Andre's? Today there are a lot of incoming messages that I haven't read from the crossbred man. Also missed calls also decorate the notification list. What was?
[Alya, I want to see you. Our conversation in the past day has not been completed. Do you have free time? ]
That was one of the messages he sent.
Not interested in answering. I think the answer at that time was enough. I don't want to promise her anything, let alone a closer relationship. Because Della? Not just that. This heart wants to achieve dreams with Bram. Especially that ....
Yeah, God! Just awakened now. Indirectly, I've hit the drums of war with Della. Had he known the new incident earlier, maybe this time too the girl would have gone berserk and chased me away. How'this?
Ah, now I just want to sleep and have a good dream. Hope pagutan lip Bram continues into the deep world. Then ... shit! Forgetting, before you close your eyes, you should change your panties first. Then continued to cling tightly to the bolsters on the side. Let's just say it was Bramanditya. Crazy one!
Justright. My mind is still full of false ideas about the man. He comes with all his charm. Pampering in such a way, until the footprints felt floating around the sky. Bram ... Bram ... Bram ... Only that name exists. Come not only to land the kiss, but also fill every open cavity. Wrapped me with a warm hug, unable to speak. Because my mouth locked his tongue ....
“Alya .... “
He said my name repeatedly. Accompanied by hentakan track the earth.
“Om Bram.”
I screamed softly along with the stretching of the joints and also the tickling of the burning pulse.
“Alya.”
“Mmmffhh!” I couldn't say a name back, because I was tightly clenched on her lips.
“Alya!”
“Mmmffhhh!”
“ALYA! Wake up!”
Huh huh? That ....
“Cuy!”
I opened my eyes.
“Della?”
The girl stood right beside the bed. “Bluk very, hell, sleep you?”
Ah, I feel a cold melt adorning the tip of the lips. Also the wet patches that adorn the bolster gloves.
“Ih, so slovenly you!” della exclaimed with her distinctive voice. Screeching deafening. He shuddered so much he noticed the wet melt near my chin.
“Aaan, anyway?” ask me to be embarrassed, then wipe the tip of the lips with the back of the hand. “It turns out, next to telmi, you are also slovenly, yes?” della said again shuddering in disgust. “Gue wash immediately!” I replied quickly taking off the sleep bolster sheath.
Della laughed out loud. “Gue?” He frowned after his laughter stopped.
“Why?”
“Elu call yourself you ... I? Have you changed?”
“When?”
“Barusan!”
“Endak, ah.”
“Tadi said so, Cuy!” Della.
“Masa, anyway? Wrong horror maybe you,” kilahku.
“My cup is still healthy and normal.”
“Endak, ah. I don't feel bil—“
“Whatever you have,” said Della finally. “Today want to cook or I call Bi Mamas?”
“Who is cooking?” Sukmaku has not fully fused with the body due to the shock awakened earlier. So it's a bit difficult to digest Della's fast speech like a rap singer. “Elu, Cuy!” della replied loudly.
I chuckle. “Oh, yes. Just remember, Del. Cook breakfast, huh?”
Della patted her eel.
“Om Bram is up, right?” Suddenly he thought back to the man. “Udah. Papah again copying tuh in front of the house,” reply Della quickly.
“Yes, Lord!”
“Aparticularly?”
I rushed out of bed. Hurry out of the room and down the stairs, towards the kitchen. Della followed like she was wondering.
“Notly Om Bram has copied?” I glanced at the front room. “Not knowing. Last time I saw just sitting around in front,” said Della cuek. “Emang why, anyway?”
I didn't answer. For some reason, this morning was so eager to make coffee and breakfast for the man. Overnight effect? Might as well. I can't wait to see that figure soon. Hopefully ....
“Eh, where are you going?” Della looked at me about to take a cup of coffee to the front of the house. “Nganter coffee for your papah,” I replied without turning.
Sure enough, Bram was sitting on the porch. Enjoy the morning air there.
“Om ... “ call me so close from behind. Bram. “Eh, Alya. Already awake apparently,” said the man.
“This is the coffee, Om,” I said rather trembling glanced at Bram's lyrics for a moment.
“Thank you, Alya. But I did it myself. Here, still left.” Bram pointed at the coffee cup beside him. There's still half.
Hhmmm, I missed the moment. I should have gotten up earlier. So that there is more time to serve these men. It's too late now.
Bram. “Ya, already. I drink too, deh, here.” He's trying to entertain. I know it.
“Do not, Om,” sergeant. “Why?” Bram.
I smile. “Let's Om too sweet. Hihihi.”
The man smiled wryly. They even tend to be cold. Hhmmm, what was my joke? Ah, since long ago it was not talented to joke.
“Om .... “
“Ya, what's up, Alya?” Bram.
“Copy. How?” I'm rattled.
“Sini. Later I drink, deh,” replied Bram flat. “Thank you, yes, Alya.” He received the coffee mug I made. No other expression.
That only? Just thank you? Nothing else but that? Smiling sweetly or poking the tip of my nose like last night, suppose?
“Alya back to the kitchen, yes, Om,” my message is just a pleasantie. Deliberately turning the body as slow as possible. Hope Bram gives a surprising response or something. Similar to when insisting on bidding the price, then go with a step slowly. Hope the tradesman is destroyed and want to sell at the desired price.
“Oh, yes. Please, Lya,” said Bram quietly without turning his head in the slightest.
Strange, not as usual. What's the matter? Maybe he's on ‘gabut’.
“Om want to be cooked what this morning?” I tried asking again before completely leaving the figure of the man. “So much Alya only. You are, right, good at cooking. Whatever you cook, it must be delicious and I am gluttonous,” he said back. Again without looking like that. His eyes are straight ahead. There was nothing there, except a green garden decorating the grounds of the house.
“Good. Well then, Alya said back to the kitchen, yes, Om.”
“Iya, please, Alya.”
Dih, what's wrong with him? How, so funny? So last night ‘hot’.
“Iya, Om. Excuse me, yes, Om.” I still haven't moved on from that. I hope he answers with a sweet smile.
“Iya, Alya.” Unobservant.
“Om .... “
This time Bram looked. “There's more?”
“Alya wants to cook,” I replied suddenly feeling bad. He was smiling this time. Just a moment and cold, then said, “Kan, from earlier also I said .. please, Alya. Okay?”
Dih, sucks! What's up, anyway? Weird dude! Even the same time happens when eating together at a table. He is engrossed in enjoying breakfast while occasionally playing with his cell phone. Not much to say or praise my work. Della's only chattering since she was in the kitchen.
“Del, Om Bram why, anyway?” I asked Della after the man finished breakfast, then rushed into her room.
“Why what? My dad, too, everyday. Nothing strange, Cuy,” replied Della.
“For bete or how, yes?” I'm still curious. “Commonly,” Reply Della.
“Ah, but I feel something is strange. Ndak as usual Om Bram cuek so, Del,” urged me on Della. “Don't my cooking not good, huh?”
The girl looked at me in wonder. “Elu aja aja baperan. I have been seeing him since then. Why, the hell, you wondering?”
Dih, so lazy to answer. I hurried to clean up the breakfast. Washing dirty cookware. Continue soaking the bolster glove that was this morning ‘ternoda’ disgusting. It sucks!
Om Bram, what's wrong with you, Om?
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