BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 2

A few years ago, I set foot on a foreign land. A large city filled with people from various backgrounds. High-rise buildings towering and gas gas farting various types of vehicles. It goes by almost non-stop all the time. The night that should be silent is just getting boisterous with the busyness of the world's sheen seekers. I, the village girl who used to live in a beautiful place full of civilization, had to learn to adapt little by little, in order to survive for a hope. Continuing education on the basis of determination and dreams.

Armed with savings from the sale of several plots of parental heritage land, I now live in an isolated place in the suburbs. Living in a simple house with a little space and a small divider. There are only two. The front room is commonly used for sleeping while receiving friends visits, as well as a narrow and stuffy kitchen. A year? Honestly no. Affordable rental fees, that's the main reason why I'm still staying there. In addition because of the closest distance to campus, the place depends on hope for the future.

Della, an independent girl from the family, was not the first person I knew. Previously only classmates. Closed, awkward, indifferent, and seemed haughty. That was the initial impression when I first saw this one figure. It's not really like that. We turned around when we started getting to know each other. That was accidentally ....

BRACKET!

The sound of a thick book slamming loudly onto the table shocked me, while in the library room. Seemed a smooth white girl scowled while scowling her head, accompanied by a few breaths. Pissed off? Might as well. I don't really care. Prefer to continue reading on a book that is clasped. Surely after shuffling over a conversion of taste behind this chest.

THE TRACK!

This time the sound of a pencil jolting against the surface of the table, swayed quickly from the clapper fingers hoofed with red paint. Coming from the same direction as before. The smooth-skinned girl.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. Can I sit here?" ask pleasantries. Approaching the figure who looks being bullied it.

"Please," he replied without glancing at it in the slightest. "Why is your seat there? Not comfortable?"

I smile. "There's a deserted. There are no friends."

The girl looked at him with a flat face. "So I'm gonna need you, are you?" Judes very, I thought. "At the other table there are still some people. Why choose here?"

For a moment I took a deep breath, trying to hold back the sudden tightness. "alright. If this mama is disturbed, let me move again, yes. Excuse me," I replied as I prepared to get up from the chair.

"Eh, wait!" The girl held my motion. "The paper is very, really, you? That's how offended."

"Sorry .... "

"Sit down there. Relaxed. I won't bother you again, really," he later said. Start changing the word 'me' to 'gue'. I think it's a real character. Original.

"Thank you, Ma'am." I back up my ass. Cancel the move, obey the wishes of the girl.

A few moments of silence. No follow-up conversations. Until finally the figure in front said, "Gue Della. You who?"

I immediately took my eyes off the line of sentences being read. Then extend a palm to bring the salaman. "I'm Alya, Ma'am."

"You're my classmate, right?" tanyanya after returning the greeting.

I'm nodding. "Relieve, Mother."

A wry smile gushed from the lips of the girl. "Call my name. Della´s. Don't use that 'make."

"I'm not used to it, Ma'am. Not polite."

"It's okay, really. I feel older than you when you call it 'make." The girl named Della laughed. Welcomed by some library visitors by giving a code through a small suit accompanied by a pointer that runs across their lips. "Sorry, guys!" della said accompanied by a slow pangs. "You're from java, huh?"

"Sir, Ma'am. Uh .... "

Della clucking. Either upset or protest at my greeting just now. "Gue often sees you spend more time resting in the perpus, than anywhere else. Canteen, for example?"

I smile. Embarrassed? Might as well. Because the library room, for me, is the right means to seek additional knowledge, in addition to being a place to divert hunger at rest. Lunch is taboo. Ordinary, the efficiency of living costs of indecosants during settling abroad.

"I'm looking for paper materials to do my coursework, Ma'am. Uh, Del," I replied with an excuse. A little regretful for first calling a new person by his name directly.

"It looks like you're gape (smart) too, Lya. In the classroom you are the most outstanding student" said Della. Staring at me sharply. As if he was skinning all over this body with a bias incision of his eyeball.

"Ah, not so, Del. It's normal, really." Suddenly my face was hot. "Mbak Del is also looking for paper material?"

Della smiled wryly. "Dizziness me, Lya. My brain can not be invited to compromise if already ngadepin this one course. Rempong .. You know what?"

"That's why Ms Del slammed books and pencils onto the table earlier?" I suddenly wanted to tease her.

"From earlier you've been watching me?" Not a snarling or fierce tone, but rather a feeling of shame so the material attention for his actions, I thought.

"Sorry, Mrs Del. Not intentionally."

"Woy! It's noisy!" one of the library visitors gave a warning.

"Sorry!" della replied while scowling. "Eh, lunch, yuk. I'm sure you haven't eaten, have you?" bring the girl to me.

Thinking for a moment, I said, "Thank you, Del. I'm just here. Still looking for the material."

Della forced. "Udah! Come, eat. I treat you, deh. Just calm down."

"Not that problem, but .... "

"The wind cannot be denied, Nope! Let's go!" Della pulled my arm. Forced according. Following the girl's steps towards the cafeteria room. "It's it's pesen himself, deh. Whatever," Della said as soon as she arrived at her destination.

"I .... "

"Don't think about lamhay. I paid for it!" Della's laughter returned. This time no one will protest. All are free to speak out loud, unlike when in the library room earlier.

"I have money, too, Del. You can pay for it yourself" I said trying to diplomacy. " ... Or I'll pay for your food too, enough money."

Della laughs. "Yes, I believe you have money, Cuy. But I have a responsibility because I brought you here. Okay?"

"It's up to you, Deh, Del."

"Well, so, dong. It's better, right?"

Strange, almost at every end of the conversation, Della always laughed. Maybe his character is like that. Cheerful. Far from the haughty impression that I had been expecting.

"Come on, dong!" One heavy voice came on the sidelines of our lunch. Belongs to a young male perlente with an oriental-climbed face. Similar to telenovela stars that often adorn the television screen some time ago. Andre, that's the name I know about him. Still a classmate but never once had a direct conversation like now.

"Gapain you're here? Other places are still a lot of empty, "soon Della fierce.

"Yes, I want it here. While worrying about you, Del," replied Andre teasing Della.

"Rice!" curse the girl next to me, but with the expression of faces meet. "Say for a deal, Cuy."

"More or less like that," Andre replied continued with his laughter. For a moment the man's eyes glanced at me. "Elu both ... now .. temenan?"

I looked at Della.

"Likes guelah. What's your business using it? Like an infotainment journalist, you know, "Della's answer is still a fierce tone.

Andre laughs. "They are called .... "

"Alya," I replied after a while waiting for Andre to mention a name.

"Yes, Alya. The Javanese girl who snukos in the Slipi area, right?" Andre tried to guess. Della and I looked at each other.

"Kok, you know what?" ask Della for wonder. "You really live there, Lya?" I'm nodding.

"Gue, right, go there often. That's Alex's boarding place. That's why I know," replied Andre while plucking food on Della's plate. The girl immediately brushed it off.

"Scoo you!"

Andre.

Then the conversation just went on. Relaxing full of familiarity. At that time I started to know Della, as well as Andre.

The friendship between us is strongly bonded. Especially me with Della. Almost every campus area, never far from each other. He asked for help with college work. I'm glad to do. Even several times the girl deliberately visited the boarding place, just sharing the curhatan. Sleeping and eating together is not unusual.

At the same time, as I became more familiar with Della, Andre secretly did the same thing. A greeting of pleasantries until the invitation to go for a walk together was often revealed. I feel there is more attention from that Spanish crossbreed man to me, than there is to Della. I don't know if it's just a feeling or if it's true. What is clear, the bias of Della's eyes every time he met Andre also looks different. Likey? I don't know. While behind this chest there is no sense at all to Andre, except just think of him as an ordinary friend.

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