BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 22

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

"Andre?" I'm backing away. But the young man continued to hunt, and he whispered, "You .. love Mr. Bram, don't you, Lya?"

I'm still glued. This chest is back. What a taste it is. Only crying can answer.

"Yes, geez ... Alya! You're right to fall in love with that man." Andre grabbed me, rubbed my back, and tried to calm me down. "You don't have to answer, Lya. From your cries, I have understood everything. You do love him."

I don't know why, I suddenly want to cry harder. Even if necessary, it was rolling on the ground, rolling around in such a way, to illustrate how much I was suffering right now.

"Andre!" I spilled the wedge that had been held, in the arms of the young man. "I can't forget it, Ndre. I'm disappointed that she prefers other women over me. In fact, all Om Bram's advice I've done." My crying is becoming.

"Saran?" Andre asked in surprise, "what's the suggestion?" He let go of a hug. I looked at him sharp and curious.

"I can't eat fatty foods, fried foods, sea food, and others. Om Bram said, I must be able to maintain an ideal body," I said between tears. Andre smiled wryly with his eyes twisting upwards. "I think, Om Bram likes me. Even .... "

"Otherwise?" Andre looked back at me sharply. Kepo, definitely. "Even more so, Lya?"

I hesitated a little, then half a whisper said, "Om Bram ever .... "

"What the hell, anyway, Lya?" Andre is curious.

Not answering immediately, I looked around. Worried that there were other eyes and ears, it was lurking. Especially minors.

"See what, anyway, you?" Andre also looked at the situation around. "So what did you say? Om Bram ever say anything to you, Lya?"

I'm shaking. "Ndak, Ndre. Me ... I .... "

Andre's eyes grew with a gaping mouth. "You and Mr. Bram never .... " The young man raised both arms, bowed his palms face to face, then lifted them down several times.

"Whatis that? What do you mean, Ndre?" I don't get it. The young man was upset.

"Look!" said Andre while showing a thumb clap, between the index finger and middle finger.

"That's it ... What do you mean, huh?" I'm trying to translate the code that Andre showed me. Still punctuated by sobs.

"O, shit! What the hell am I doing?" He cursed himself.

"Ndre, I don't understand what you mean! Would you mind telling me the truth, please?" I was also upset to see the young man's behavior.

Andre is closing his face. Spontaneous I avoid. The insolent! In this sad moment, he still had time to take advantage to kiss me.

"Sir Bram ... ever fucked you, Lya?" andre finally whispered. Almost landed her long nose on my cheek. Fortunately not. But another effect, some splashes of young boy's mouth about my face.

"Ih ... !!!" I rubbed it with the back of my hand, with no interest in smelling it. "What do you think I am a girl? I'm a human, Ndre. Not bed!" I said then back to kejer.

Andre smelled a smile. Both cheeks until bubbling like the neck of a river bank frog. Maybe I'm holding back a laugh or something. Just one word to me, 'Bodo is so!'

"I'm sorry, I think it's like that, Lya." Andre rubbed my arm. "Then, what did Mr. Bram ever do with you?"

I didn't answer. My crying still persists.

"I'm sorry, if you don't answer, don't answer. I get it, kok, kamu—"

"You don't have feelings, Andre!"

"I? Oh, I'm sorry, Lya. Sorry .... "

"I am sad again! At least your voice don't yell that way! I'm, right, getting sadder, you know?"

Andre bit his own lips, accompanied by a long sigh. His nostrils until the fireworks. Pissed off? Might as well. Either because of my attitude or the question is not answered.

"Yes, already. I'm sorry" said Andre, pulling me into the house. "Now, we're talking inside. It's better, than outside the neighbor's eyes. At least in the fridge there's cold water, right?"

"You thirsty?"

Andre smiled faintly. "Ehehehe .. There are ice cubes too, right? Ehehehe .. I suddenly craved. Want to shake the ice block too, Lya."

"Weird man! Ice, really, eaten?" I said while sobbing.

"Ehehe .. thank goodness. It's normal." Andre back to.

"You?"

"Yes, it's me, dong. Not you, Lya. Ehehe." The young man rubbed his face a few times, then continued to throw a goat smile at me.

I'm looking for a house key in the bag for a moment. As soon as the knob was turned, the door leaf immediately opened. "Lho .. What, not locked?"

"What really?" asked Andre while peeking inside the house. "Well, don't-don't .... "

"Don't you, what, Ndre?" I'm asking along. "You check, deh. I'm scared."

"Same. Me too," replied Andre shuddering.

"Ih, being a man, whoa, a coward?"

"I'm afraid of ghosts, Lya."

"You're this. Bule, really, scared."

Andre. "I'm a European crossbreed, Lya. But my soul's a local gene."

"Hishe!"

Still a little left sobs, I cast slowly into the house. Followed by Andre. Stalked at me from behind. "Your ass is good, too, Lyah. Abis bush!"

DUK!

I lift my heels quickly. Right about the young man's shin in the back.

"Uhh!" jeremy Andre.

"Don't fuck around, Ndre! Can I hit it even higher?" my threat. Andre took a few steps back, exclaiming, "Don't! That's very heartbreaking of my kind!"

I don't want to discuss further. Focus on the situation at home. Maybe it's messy, it's broken, or something. Actuallyno. Everything is still neat and clean.

"Non Alya," said one surprising voice. At once we turned to the direction where the call had just come from.

"God! Bi Mamas?" seruku.

The short-grown, fat woman emerges from the direction of Om Bram's room. "Yes, it's me, Non. Hehe."

I peeked at Om Bram's open room. "What does Bi Mamas do in Om Bram's room?"

"It's done cleaning and cleaning, Non," replied Bi Mamas. "Non Della told me this morning."

Hhmmm, that room I've been in at night. I slept there with the owner. But only in dreams. Too bad. I wish I could accompany Om Bram all the time. Not another woman ....

Ah, it feels like this heart is back. My dream is on the verge of emptiness. That man was not made for me.

"Non Alya is crying?" asked Bi Mamas while looking at my face. "Ah, ndak!" I hurriedly rubbed my eyes. "Link, maybe. Yeah, right, Ndre? Try, you blow my eyes, dong," I asked Andre. The young man gawked.

"Ndre! Blow my eyes!" I said repeat.

And Andre according to. "Whoa! Uhuh!"

Hhmmm, that bule man spouted his mouth again. Goddamnit!

"Thank you."

Bi Mamas squinted his eyes, looked back at me and smiled at him.

"If Non Alya wants to eat, it's already me ready at the table, Non. You see, Non Della was also calling, if Non Alya will go home early," said Bi Mamas. "There's a jengkol stew too, Non Alya's favorite."

Andre chuckles. Perhaps I remember the eating yesterday. I'm glaring. It instantly made the young man go silent stiff.

"Thank you, Bi. But don't bother. I can cook by myself. Usually, is that, right?"

"It's okay, Non. Once in a while, try my cooking. Just as good, really. Hehehe," said Bi Mamas. The woman's eyes looked at Andre who was standing behind me. "Mas Andre has also often eaten my cooking, you know."

Whahuh? Then Andre also often eat at the house of Om Bram? Since when? During my stay in this house, I never saw him coming together with the Om Bram family. Except, when yesterday happened. It's strange!

"No, Lya. Bi Mamas intention .. may often join nyicip food supplies brought Della to campus. That's Bi Mamas' cook, isn't it?" Andre's eyes were like asking Bi Mamas to justify his words.

"Eh, yes .. right, Non. M-makdus uh, m-I mean s-I also b-begi-tu. Hehe. Ouch!" Bi Mamas patted his own lips. Suddenly stuttered like Andre.

What's up, anyway? These two people were hiding something.

"As far as I know, Della never brought food supplies to campus. She always eats in the cafeteria," I said, "is there anything I missed about the Om Bram family story?"

Bi Mamas hurriedly replied, "No, Non. That means, it was. Before Non Alya lived here. Non Della often brought my food. Isn't that right, Andre?"

"Yes, Bi. It's really true!" andre replies to the habits of two bald children who often aired on TV.

This again. Why should I ask Andre for his support? He's, right, not part of the Om Bram family. How far does Andre know this family? Getting weird. My PR increased. There's probably a lot I don't know here.

"Sorry, Non. I'd like to excuse you for continuing the task. There's still another job in the upstairs room." Bi Mamas rushed over, as soon as I saw me thinking.

"Attent, Bi. Something I want to ask about—"

Andre hurriedly cut, "Here you go, Lya. Let's eat first, yuk. Pity Bi Mamas still a lot of work."

"But, Ndre .... "

"Eat, yuk. I also want to try your favorite food. What was his name ... Jengkol sandals, huh?" Andre pulled me into the dining room.

Not funny! Andre's humor is not at all interesting. I'd rather interrogate Bi Mamas, than execute that smelly but delicious confectionery.

Smell but delicious? Hmmmm.

Bi Mamas seemed to be hastily stepping up. Climbing the stairs while occasionally glancing at me.

"Which one is jengkol, Lya?" andre asked as soon as he arrived at the dining table.

"You try one-on-one. If there is a smell, it's called jengkol," I replied forced to sit next to the young man.

"You eat too, yeah, Lya. I'm hungry, right." Andre. "Mutual to save cost. I ate for free today. Hehe."

I have not yet lusted to eat. Although the snarl on the plate is so tempting. Even Andre helped prepare rice for me.

"Eat, yes, Lya. Yuk, uh."

I just looked at the white rice steam plume on the plate. Hungry, anyway. But the thrill of curiosity about the mystery of the Om Bram family, still smoldering. Especially with the figure in front of it. Sure enough, he is not a bule kere who often hopes to eat for free. His lifestyle is not comparable to the conditions he often admits. Cosan's son?

But it is too early to investigate. Andre would not be completely honest. Got to find out for yourself. If necessary, I'm Bi Mamas with the muzzle of a rifle.

"You're still thinking about Mr Bram?"

I'm turning. Andre is eating a meal. "Eehhmmm, what, Ndre?"

"Are you really in love with Mr Bram?" ask Andre again. I snort.

"Why? That question you keep repeating. Interested in knowing?"

Andre stopped eating. "Yes, I like you too. Naturally, dong, if I also want to know," replied Andre. "At least I want to know, the reason you never want to accept me as your girlfriend is, what?"

"Because I never wanted you to be my girlfriend, Ndre. I want us to just be friends," I said as I glanced towards the jengkol stew.

"That's not the answer, Lya. You're just making excuses that are made up." Andre snorted in annoyance. "Indeed because your heart is attracted to Mr. Bram, right?"

I didn't answer. My lips vibrate. Resisting the sudden sadness.

Brams! Heard that name, so wanted to cry. Bemoan.

"I'm crazy about him! You satisfied now, Ndre? I love Om Bram with all my heart. No other man can shake this whole body, except him! Bramandity!" I cried with a breath.

BRANG! GOMBENGBRANG!

Yeah, God! What is that sound?

"Bi Mamas! What's that sound?" my yelling.

"Sorry, Non. Saps falling!" reply Bi Mamas from upstairs.

A pot? Why does Bi Mamas bring the pot up? The kitchen, right, is downstairs. Will the woman listen to our conversation? Waduh, shreds!

"Yes!" call Andre. The young man's face looked serious now.

"Moreover, Ndre?" Looked at him. "I've honestly admitted. Want you especially now?"

"I know why you don't want to express your feelings to Mr. Bram .... "

"Ndre, I'm a girl. No way I'm—"

"That's not the main obstacle" said Andre cut. Look at his eyes getting sharper. "Because of Della, right?"

"Ndre, I've—"

"Jawab it, Lya. Della's your barrier?"

"Ndre, i .... "

"Jawab, Yes!"

"Yes! Because Della is my best friend too! Just the papah of the man I love!" My crying exploded again. This time it was harder. As if half of the burden I had endured had now been blown. Relieved.

Andre pulled my shoulder. Dropped this head on his chest. Then spilled out the remaining sobs. "What a pity on you, Lya. I don't know how much love I have for you. But looking at your condition, I can feel .. so great is the meaning of a man that you would expect. How lucky Mr. Bram to have you, Lya."

'Ah, this is you, Ndre. It could have, deh, made my heart float more and more, ' I murmured in my heart.

"I love him so much, Ndre. I really hope he becomes my life partner. But I don't want to hurt Della .. "I said sobbing in Andre's chest.

"I can help make your dream come true" whispered Andre very slowly. As if worried to be heard by another figure, except me.

"What, Ndre?" I broke free from the embrace of the young man.

"I'll help you get Mr. Bram" whispered Andre back.

"Is that the birthday?"

"Yes, Lyya. I'm serious."

"How is it? While soon she will soon be married to Aunt Cassandra," I said as I sniffed, then held my breath for a moment.

Andre smiled wryly. "No problem. Anyway, I want to see you happy, Lya. Whatever it is."

"really? What about you, Andre?" Look at me on those bluish eyeballs. He smiled again, then replied, "Not to think about it. I will find happiness in my own way. One of them, seeing you achieve your dreams, Alya."

"Oh, Andre. I still can't believe it."

"As far as you are, Lya. I want to see you become the old Alya."

"Ooohhh, Ndre."

"Yeahhhh ... Alya."

"Ni."

"What?"

"You're eating jengkol, aren't you?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

"Your breath stinks, Ndre." I immediately moved away and took a breath that had been held.

"Masa, anyway? Ahhhhhh!" Andre smelled his own breath. Before long he grinned, with his eyeballs raised upwards. The mouth gaping and sitting with the body weakened.

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