BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 21

This morning I felt different. Tasteless as usual welcomes the beginning of the day, with a hot puff of a cup of coffee. For someone down there, complete with a towel that is still wet and bare chest. Ah, it's really boring now. Asa memgebu is no longer exciting. Hunting dreams from the beginning of the pull of the lung, slowly fading at the end of time.

Bram, could he be my first love? It was hard to knock out the power of this taste from his expectations. Replacing with other resources? Less likely to happen. Even if the opportunity is in sight. Andre's.

As it is today. My mind is hard to work with. This raga is empty of words. Passing an empty sigh in the eardrum. It happened until ....

"You sure you don't want to come with me, Aunt Cassandra, Cuy?" della asked after the end of the school hours. I shook my head in a doldrums. "Not feeling well?"

I looked at it for a moment. "I'm going straight home, Del. Sorry, yeah."

Della took a deep breath, shrugged her shoulders, then blew away the rest of her breathing. "Yes, already. I don't want to make it" Della said later. "You sure you can go home by yourself? I want to go straight to Papah's office. Pick up Aunt Cassandra."

"I've booked a taxi online, really, Del. Just chill. I'm fine," I said as I prepared to die in class. "I'm sorry, yeah, Del."

This time Della's attitude is more calm. Not as usual, according to the original character. 3C; Cuek, cempreng, and 'blak'.

"It's healthy, isn't it, Cuy?" Della looked at me sharply. "I want to rest" I replied shortly. Follow the girl then, "I mean, your heart."

I smiled wryly. "What does it look like, Del?"

"Over-in you're sick again."

"Ah, you could have, Del."

"It's not because I want to get married, is it?"

"What are you, anyway?" I hurriedly deflected. Worrying that Della's question will continue. "Parents themselves marry, time is a burden?"

Strange question. Is Della able to guess my attitude towards Om Bram? He often asked in that direction. Lothawat!

"What elu—"

Patted his arm. "Already, ah. Don't talk about it. I'm home now, yeah, Del. Give my regards to our new future Mamah, Aunt Cassandra."

Deliberately avoiding a fight with the girl. I'm afraid the mood will get more awkward. At once powerless to withhold this oral control from the sentence, 'I love your Papah, Del. Kauharus understands that!'

There were no conversations along the way. Stepping side by side like two estranged people. Silent and frozen decorate.

I know, Della wanted to ask more questions. To rewrite the changes that exist. It was visible from the corner of this eye, often he stole a glance.

"I'm straight home, yeah, Del. Daahh," I said, throwing a wave at the girl.

"Be careful, Cuy. If there's anything, you call me, yeah," Della asked before getting in her car. "Or gini aja, you I anterin until home. After that, I went to Papah's office to pick up Aunt Cassandra. How's it?"

"No, Del. I can go home by myself" I said, refusing. "My orders are waiting in front of the campus," I continued, opening the notification of the incoming instant message.

"But I can't let you go home by yourself, Cuy. What kind of friend am I? You're sick again." Della.

"Ndak nothing. Thank ye. I'll be fine, all right."

"Know where you'll be okay. If in the middle of the road you pass out, how about?" Della insists.

Hhmmm, that will not happen, except because of the actions of the papa. About Bram.

"Trust me, Del. That's not gonna happen."

Della snorted annoyed.

Finally, I passed from before him. Leaving Della who was still standing beside the vehicle. Then the cry stopped, "Alya!"

I'm turning. The girl ran over, grabbed her, and held her tightly. "I'm sorry, Lya. I'm sorry," whispered Della.

"Sorry about what else, Del?" I was confused between his arms.

"Just .. I'm sorry you, Lya." I heard the sobs from Della.

What's the matter? As long as I've known and been with her, I've never seen Della cry. Then now? Bizarrely.

"You crying?" I asked as soon as our hugs came off. "Rel .... "

The girl shook her head with a downcast face.

"Del," call me, "what's up, anyway?"

Della was silent. He was busy wiping his tears. Then I said, "Gue ... I .. ah, I can't talk now, Lya. L'm .... " Doubt he went on.

"Whatever, anyway?" I'm curious. "You're hiding something from me?"

Della's back is shaking. "That's not what I meant. But .. ah, that's it."

"Del," called me affirming while staring fretfully at his eyeballs.

"Don't look at me like that! I'd rather have mewek, Lya!" della protested, shaking her hands in front of my face.

"Times, anyway?" I purposely chased her while teasing. "Come on, cry it out, Del. I liked your first cry just now."

"Yes! Iiihh ... What the hell, you?" Della rebels. "Gue calling-in Andre, huh?"

I jerked. "Make what?" Not as usual. During this time Della almost always tried to avoid the figure of the man.

"So she'll take you home."

My reflexes reacted, "Don't! Don't try! It'll just make the mood worse."

"No, Lya! Seriously, I want to ask her for help," Della insisted.

"Nothing, Del."

"You."

"Silver."

"You!"

"Snake!"

"Must!"

"Snack! Ndak!"

"Required, Lya. Got to! The kudu! Must be! Can't be!"

"Why, anyway, you maksa?"

"Why do you also refuse?"

"Why should I accept?"

"Because you have to!"

"If nolak?"

"Must."

"What to?"

"Perced compulsory!"

"Stop! I'm dizzy, Del."

"Well, right .. do you get dizzy again?"

"But not because of the headache."

"Then?"

"You're stubborn."

"That means you're sick, right?"

I snorted annoyed. "Yes, already! It's up to you. Call an ambulance too, I'll take it!"

"This is a hearse, Lya!"

"Not all of you dead bodies?"

Goddamnit! What kind of conversation is this?

Della laughed out loud.

"Why laugh now? You were crying," I said in surprise. "It's funny, Lya. Hahaha," replied Della still accompanied by her special ripple.

"Hhhhhhh."

"Udah. Just accept it, deh. You won't win my debate" exclaimed the girl. "The one who was waiting for me came."

"Who?"

"Andre. Londo jomlo!"

I turned the body. Looking for the person Della was looking at. Sure enough, Andre was walking towards our place.

"Andre?"

The young man waved from a distance.

"When did you call him, Del?" many wonder. Della. "Eh, earlier. Yeah, that was .. when we walked out of class."

"You ... send a message to him?"

Della's been wrong. "Yes, what's wrong?"

My forehead wrinkled. "So you kept her contact number too?"

"He's, right, our campus classmate. Is that wrong if I save his cell phone number? Including Alex's number. Strange for you?" kilah Della does not want to lose.

Nah! It's not a matter of that, but I think that Della and Andre have been communicating a lot. Don't you think Della hates that young man? What's the matter? Mystery increases.

"Hi" said Andre as soon as he arrived near us. "What's this?"

I'm glaring. "What do you think?"

"Don't know. What's up, anyway?" Andre scratched his head.

"Anterin Alya's coming home" Della said.

"Now?" ask the young man beak bule back.

"When else?" della's jolt started to get fierce.

"Why not together? Usually the same you, Del."

"Gue has a need for laen."

"Well, that too. Usually everything is always the two of you doing together," said Andre. "What's up, anyway? You're marahan, huh?"

"Don't, ah, Del. I was traumatized riding on the bike for him. Yesterday I was sick, because of him," I objected.

Della replies, "You're both on online public transport, Lya."

"Geez!"

"Why else, anyway?"

I looked out of the parking area of the campus. "My man is waiting for you."

"You both hunt there, go home!" della's voice was deafening. His true nature comes out. "You, right, Ndre?"

Andre smiles. "With my pleasure."

"Del," call me.

"Udah, there go!"

Free protest. Won't win. The girl is stubborn.

I had to obey, even though my heart was riled up. Accompanied by threats to Andre, rushed to leave Della's figure, "Awas, yes, if the incident happened to repeat itself."

"What happened, Lya? Which time to the toilet?" ask Andre.

"Openkaaannn!"

"Continue?"

"You, ah!"

I immediately approached a vehicle parked in front of the campus gate. " ... with Ms Alya, huh?" ask driver.

"Rubber. Sorry, Mister. Long wait?" I got into the vehicle in the back seat, followed by Andre. "Not really, Ma'am" the driver replied with a friendly smile. "According to the destination address, isn't it, Ma'am?"

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, we're leaving, yeah."

The vehicle started to slowly leave the campus area.

"City .... "

I got Andre sitting next to me. "What?"

The young man was silent for a moment. Then he said, "I'm sorry about yesterday."

"Which one?" I just stared ahead. It was not easy to look at Andre's blue eyes. "Everything" replied Andre.

"Hhhhhhh."

"Della and I planned it. Our meeting with Mr. Bram in the shopping center yesterday was not a coincidence" Andre said.

"You and Della communicate a lot, don't you?" my search. Andre did not answer. "I think, all this time Della really didn't want to deket you."

"Just yesterday he called me. That's also related to your surprise plan, Lya."

"Is that?" I don't believe it yet.

"Yes." Yeah."

I took a deep breath. "I smell another scent among you."

"You mean, Lya?" Andre was surprised.

"You have a special relationship?"

"No. We're just friends. Yeah, just a friend."

"Hhhhhhh."

Andre shifted his seat, approaching me. "You have other feelings for Mr Bram, Lya?"

Scroll the young man for a moment, accompanied by a wry smile. "Only children and parents. Om Bram already thinks of me as his own son. So do I."

Andre shakes. "No. There's something else you're hiding, Lya."

"What other things?" I laughed to myself. My chest started to rumble. So he still refuses to fight with her.

After a long silence, Andre replied, "You have a crush on Mr. Bram."

"Haha." I laughed with stiff lips. Long chuckled until the driver's eyes occasionally peeked at me through the front mirror.

"Will you continue with your laugh?" asked Andre after a long time waiting for my gel to subside. "Your acting sucks, Lya. Your laughter doesn't describe cuteness. It's like covering up the darkness."

"Sokay know you!" I hurriedly responded to Andre's words earlier.

"It's up to you to answer, but I feel .. You do like Mr. Bram, don't you?" Andre started attacking me.

Well, it's suddenly hot. Sultry. "Sir, the AC can be colder?" my door to the driver.

"This is already the coldest level, Ma'am," replied the driver.

"But it's still hot like this, huh? Maybe the freon's in trouble?" I flick my hands in front of my face.

"This is a new car, ma'am." The driver smiled behind his wheel. Sometimes he looks at me through the front mirror.

"Oh, so? But .... "

"Still willing to keep pretending and divert this conversation, Alya?" cut Andre did not pay attention to my attitude from earlier.

Scroll him for a moment. "Well, what are you talking about, Ndre? Gajebo, uh."

"It's not the AC that's in trouble, Lya. But it was your face that suddenly turned red," Andre kept looking at me. The driver chuckled behind the wheel. "Honestly, deh. Right, don't you love Della's papa?"

"I don't want to talk about this. Sorry," I replied, bowing my head. Because of Andre, the matter has now hit again.

Andre nodded. "Now I'm starting to understand you, Lya. I get it."

"No one, Ndre. Nothing you know about me. You don't understand that. You're just guessing, aren't you?" I shook my head back. Trying to deny anything that began to be immersed by Andre.

"Hhmmm," the young man cleared his throat.

The speed of the vehicle stopped, right in front of the high turnstile of a large house.

"Thank you, yes, sir," I said, giving the driver some money. "Well, Mommy. Very much indeed. This is an advantage" said the man behind the wheel.

I smile. "It's okay, sir. Just take it all."

"Thank you, Ma'am," said the driver. Before leaving, he called out behind the wheel. "May what Mbak aspires to be, come true, Ma'am."

I smile. Haru's.

'Amijin.'

Andre stood beside me, glancing at the lyrics. "Yes, I'm leaving again, yeah."

"Where are you going, Ndre?"

"To campus. My bike, right, is still there."

"Ndak nemenin me first?"

Andre looked around the house. "Sir Bram and Della aren't home, are they?" I'm nodding. "I'm afraid there's a demon between us."

I pat the young man's arm. He cited our chatter in the cinema yesterday. "It could be you, Ndre."

"Kan, you're the one who taught."

I just smiled wryly.

"Yes, already. I'm leaving, yes, Lya," Andre said as he walked away. I noticed the figure that started to move away.

"Now!"

Andre stop. Turned around, and looked at me.

I don't know why, I suddenly want to cry. Can't take it anymore. From that moment it was so explosive.

"Alya .... " Andre came running over. "What's wrong with you?"

"Now!" I screamed while hugging the young man.

"Alya .. You cry? Yeah, God!" Andre hugged me back. "What's this?"

I don't want to answer. His chest felt increasingly narrow and tight. "Don't hug me too tightly, Ndre."

"Why?"

"I'm having a hard time breathing. Stiffness, know!"

"Oohh," said Andre while loosening his grip. "Sorry."

Thank goodness, it's a little relieved now. "Bring me wherever you like, Ndre. I don't want to live in this house anymore."

Andre's stunned. "Why, Lya?"

I'm shaking. "It feels like it's not up to you. I want to go far."

"City .... "

"Ni."

"Hhhmmmffft, A-aly-a, uh!"

"Why are you too?"

Andre's breath gasping. "My face .. this."

Kulepas hug. Look at the young man's face. Redden like a boiled crab. "You're whining?"

Andre shakes. "No. Your chest tightens my chest. Stuffy."

"Ih ... !!!"

Andre brought the face closer, with trembling lips. Getting closer and getting closer.

"Andre?"

I'm still glued.

SERIATE

Sukabumi, June 7, 2020