BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)
Chapter 20
I opened my eyes slowly with a heavy feeling that was still lingering on my head. Samar inhales a familiar, pungent aroma filling the nasal cavity. Then, there was the look of his face around the view area.
“Well, Alya is awake!” della's voice pierced her ear. “Pick away in her socks, Ndre!”
The ordered one instantly pulled a piece of seedy cloth and smelled foul, away from my face. Quickly hide it under the bed.
‘Kaos feet?’ I thought I instantly felt nauseous when that shadow of a leg wrapper was present in the imagination room. “You suck!” my grumbling once the gates of the conscious mind have opened intact. “Kaos your feet, yes, Ndre?”
Andre chuckled to himself. “Sorry, Yes. It was told by Della.”
THE PLAQUE!
The young man's shoulder was on Della's cloth. “Sick, Del,” connect Andre while grimacing. “Camel you kayak chick!” the girl grumbled, grumbling. Then he approached me. Sitting on the side, while stomping on the legs. “Why, anyway, every time Papah deket, you faint just, Cuy? Do you have a taste of me?”
Woah, why did Della suddenly ask like that? Perhaps he has been suspicious of my behavior all this time? Lothawat!
As fast as lightning I rise. Sitting together while looking into Della's eyes. “What feeling? I've always thought of Om Bram as my own parent. Wasn't he himself the one who wanted to make me an adopted son? Is that wrong, Del?”
“But what I see from your attitude bokap me, not like that, Cuy,” kilah Della half probing. “Elu no longer mgebokis, ‘kan?”
“Yes, end. Why do I lie,” I said I had to lie for the umpteenth time. “Again, I fainted because I had previously felt unwell, since the delivery of Andre earlier. Yeah, right, Ndre?” ask me to ask for a defense from the man half bule. Andre nodded. “Tuh, see for yourself, ‘kan? Where could I lie to you, Del.”
Crazy indeed. Gradually, my behavior has become more and more inattentive. It used to be so anti-lying, especially against Della. Now, it's become a daily waste. The reason is only one; it is forced.
True according to the saying, ‘Lies will continue to be born, to cover up the lies of the past’. Uh, so, yeah, it sounds?
Della snorts. “So you, deh, Lya. I love you too much. So, I ask you not to be so dry you lie to me. Better to be honest even if it will make me disappointed.”
Duh, Della's serious apparently. Not as usual. What's up, anyway? Don't-don't be jealous of me walking with Andre?
“You yourself also lied to me, Del.” I don't want to lose.
“What lie?” Della tickles.
“Say you hate Andre. Kok, even cooperation toying with me, anyway?”
“That said hate him, who?” Della niggles. “Gue just want to keep your distance to him.”
“Lho, why?” my fanc.
Back Della snorted. “Udah, no need to discuss. I males kayak like this,” spray girl is fierce. Then turned around, looking at Andre who was standing behind him. “Elu again!”
“Why me? If you want to nag, sono continued ama Alya. Don't take me,” said Andre inching back to see Della's eyeball glint.
The girl widened her eyes. “Ngapain you're still in my house? It's, isn't it, it's almost malemic! It's in the girls room anyway!”
“Lho, the bopong Alya from the bottom to here, right, I. If not me, then who? Mr Bram? Can be longer, dong, duration of the stings,” said Andre accompanied by annoying oddity.
“Your task is done. Go home now!” sentak Della fierce. Andre took a step back. “But I want to talk first ama Alya, Del. A minute,” pinta Andre.
“Go home!”
“Five minutes, huh, Del. I promise.”
“Go home!” della's snarl gets louder.
“Del, relax, dong. Don't scream so,” I said trying to calm down.
“Elu shut up first, Lya. I want to take care of this installment boy,” exclaimed Della while pointing her index finger at me.
Yeah, God! What's up, anyway, with Della? Why is everything like this?
“Gue says, go home now, Andre!”
“Iya, I'm home,” reply Andre later. Slowly staring.
Suddenly Om Bram appears from the doorway of the room. “What's up, anyway, dear? How come, yelling like that?” he looked at the three of us.
Om Bram? Huh! That guy. Suddenly tired of seeing it. I turned this view in the opposite direction. Decorated in such a sour look. Who knows, he's approaching. Then ask, ‘What's up, Alya? How, his face is that? You're angry with Om?’
Waiting for a long time, he did not immediately enter the room as well. You son of a bitch! Hhhmmm, I pray that Om Bram will not be a match with Aunt Cassandra.
Cassandra's? That's a person's name or a telenovela title, anyway? Let's not name the highway, Casablanca. I suddenly hate that name! Pret's!
“Nothing, Sir,” replied Andre started to leave. “I want to go home.”
“Thank you, yes, already want to take a walk Alya, Andre,” said Om Bram friendly. A little tempted, I tried to glance, steal the view of the figure of Om Bram. Hhmmm, still feeling fed up, but still making kangen. “Be careful on the road, yes.”
“Iya, sir,” replied Andre instantly disappeared behind the door.
“Eumm, Della ... “ call Om Bram on his son. I was in a hurry to throw this face away. Avoiding face-to-face with the owner of the brown eyes. “Besok you college, right, Darling?”
“Iya, Pah,” replied Della accompanied by a nod. “What's the matter, Pah?”
“Tomorrow, after college, you stopped by Papah's office, huh?”
I was still reluctant to look at Om Bram, although this heart was intrigued to turn and look at his expression while talking to Della. Ah, no! Must strong. Can't be tempted, especially to make me fall back unconscious. Hot as this heart, the man will belong to another woman. Any minute. Counting the days.
“Why do you, Pah?” ask Della later.
Om Bram was silent for a moment. Maybe I was thinking. It could also be watching me who is still busy knitting curly lips.
“Antar Aunt Cassandra for wedding dress fittings. Papah has a meeting tomorrow with the office staff. Can, right?”
Dih, why talk like that in front of me? Want to make me more miserable, Bram? You're evil! Can't feel, what? Although genuine without silicone mix, my chest fill almost exploded, you know? Basic male. Everywhere is the same. Their feelings are insensitive. Selfish!
“Oh, the. Sure can, dong, Pah,” replied Della. “Sama Alya too, right, Pah?”
Huh, me? Oh, naw! Nay! Will not be willing to see the form of my pesa meggang-gang wearing a wedding dress in front of these eyes. It will only add to the deep and scarred wounds forever here. Don't take me, Del! Please!
“Alya?”
Hhmmm, the Bram started seducing me. Will definitely ask to accompany Della and the telenovela aunt tried on her wedding dress.
“Alya?”
I won't look. It was like seeing the face of the man named Bramanditya.
“Alya!”
“Eh, yes, Om. What's up?” I had to answer as I turned this head quickly, towards the man.
“Iya, Om .. Yes, Om .... “ Voice Della protesting. “Gue you call, Lya!”
“Oh, you called?” i'm rectifying. “Iya, what's up, Del?”
“My head is still hurting. It feels heavy,” I replied while kneeling the forehead. Of course accompanied by a convincing ringing.
“You need treatment, Alya?” ask Om Bram. The sound of her footsteps came closer to me.
Uh, what's it doing, anyway, to get close to me, Bram? Just smelling your perfume can make this brain cramp, you know? I still can't accept the fact that you belong to someone else.
“Do not, Om!” I half screamed.
“Why? Looks like you're sick,” said Om Bram stalling, trying to feel my forehead.
“No, Om! Alya healthy!” I said while shuffling away.
I don't want to be touched by that man. Except hugged. Especially taken to the doctor who is shiny, similar to the pulse counter storefront first. Still remember, the old doctor with the sense of hearing is problematic.
Della noticed. Wonder. Might as well.
“Ya, already. Then, drink paracetamol. In the P3K box there is still stock,” said Om Bram back. “Del, fetch the medicine, yes, dear.”
“No need, Del. Let me take it myself,” I said hurriedly down from the bed. Actually not about to take drugs, just want to stay away from the figure of Om Bram. I don't know why, I feel bad about being close to that big hairy man.
“Truly you can take it yourself, Cuy?” della asked as if she could not believe it. “Yes, I can. You're the same Om, just keep the chat.”
While continuing to stomp my head, I hastened the pace of leaving the room. Arriving outside, quietly trying to listen to the rest of their conversation. Curious as well, what kind of conversation is next. Full concentration of putting earlobes. Until finally ....
DUK!
“Aduh!” spontaneous screaming.
“Alya!” call Della from the room. I heard footsteps coming. “You fell unconscious again?”
Grimacing in pain, I said, “Endak, Del? Duh, dizzy! My head is wall.”
Goddamnit! So focused on hearing their conversation, I was not aware of the situation ahead. As a result, these headstones collided with the walls of the room. Unfortunately, after just pretending, now the dizziness is really real.
“Eatya, I said also you wait in the room. Let me take the cure. Basic ‘pig head’, hell, lu!” grumbled Della while helping me get back into the room.
“Aduh, I'm not strong way, Del. My head feels like it's going round and round,” my hissing.
“Pah, Della is not strong, nih, Nahan Alya body. Weight.”
“Let Papah alone carry Alya, Del. Here,” said Om Bram swiftly lifted my body into his sling.
Duh, God!
Crazy right!
I felt like I was being carried by a beautiful angel to a dream heaven. Please don't make your servant faint this time. Let enjoy an opportunity that may not be ‘kan again obtained. A little entertainment for love hunters in a touch of indulgence. Through the warm embrace, the burly arms of the pujaan male.
Lord, why don't you make her stand with me? Is not enough of the prayers that have been often offered to You? Look, until when do we continue to wrestle in the pounding of the breast. I wish my bones and ribs were fused together.
Lord, please slow down the time that is spinning at the moment. Make this man's move never stop. Then the longer the beauty I enjoy. Until ....
“Lya!”
“Hhmmm.”
“Elu why keep grinning?”
“Who?”
“Elu?”
Oh, apparently I'm back on the bed. Since when, huh? How, not feeling?
“Masa, anyway?”
Della frowning. “My wonder, just this time there is someone so happy abis kecedot wall.”
“Who?”
“Elu!” Della's upset. “And that makes me wonder, long you getting late, yes?”
“Telmi? What is it?”
“Think, Lya!” della's growling added. The fingers of the girl to harden were about to grip, as if to claw my face in such a way. “Haduh, if you bolu, I've gares from earlier, Lya! So upset with me!”
Ah, you don't understand, anyway. I'm like this, right, because of your papah, Del. The charm of Om Bram has poisoned every blood cell that flows in this body. You don't understand what it's like to fall in love and never be reciprocated. Pain, Del. Been very ill.
“Ya, already. You take care of it, Alya. Papah wants to rest first, yes, dear,” Om Bram say goodbye to Della. The smile on the man's lips became the introduction to our rest night. After peeking at Della's forehead, Om Bram rushed out of the room.
“Need I won't sleep, Cuy?”
“Ndak. I want to be alone, Del.”
“Ya, already. I also want to sleep first, yes,” said Della. “Don't forget, take the medicine before going to bed.”
“Del.”
“Hhmmm.”
“If tomorrow I can't come with you Aunt Cassandra, nothing, right?”
Della smiles. “Nothing, Lya. Take a rest at home. If necessary, tomorrow you do not go to college first, deh.”
“I don't know.”
Della took a deep breath. “Yes, it's up to you. Let me go alone, tomorrow.”
After saying goodbye, Della left the room. Now I am alone, silent in thought. I don't know what fate would be accepted.
In the shadows, next month will always be treated to a painful scene. Om Bram and Aunt Cassandra. The man of the dream fell into the arms of another woman.
I don't know how much I can withstand this pain. Or perhaps, there was one party who had to give up. Go away, out of nowhere. Be disappointed throughout the rest of the age. I .. yes, I'd better be the one to step down. Leave all the memories in this house. This includes breaking up the friendship with Della. Back to the early knitting where I came from.
I cried out to mourn. Tears in the silence of the night. No one wanted to understand, including the beast that night. He doesn't care. Enjoying every drop of blood that is sucked, without compassion for the owner who is in turmoil.
I have to go ....
SERIATE
Sukabumi, June 4, 2020
