BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 23

Already entering the second week, Om Bram's wedding plan is just waiting for the day. During that time, I was still struggling with the rages in my heart. Della and her Papa are busy preparing for the event. Rarely at home. While I'm alone, I'm not allowed to help at all. I don't know, the two of them never gave a clear reason.

"Alya just focus on college. Let Della take care of the wedding plans," said Om Bram one time when I asked. "After all, it won't be celebrated in a big way. He's not young anymore. Pula widower. Cassandra is a widow. So, we agreed not to be grandiose. Shame, it's on the old."

"But Alya, right, is already considered part of this family, Om," I said insisting, "Alya wants to help with the preparation of Om's wedding."

To be honest, I actually feel angry at myself. Pretend to be stoic, but this heart is getting fragile. Still can't accept this harsh reality. Beloved men will belong to others.

"Thank you for your concern, Alya. Om appreciates Alya's intentions greatly," replied Om Bram accompanied by his bargaining smile. "But I'm sorry, for a while, let Om and Della take care."

Ah, it's free to ask. This is not the first time Bram has refused. Especially Della. Their answers are always floating.

"Om ... "I called the perlente man, after a while we fell silent. Bram turned his head, then said, "Yes, Alya. Anything else?"

Suddenly I thought of revealing the wedge that had been stored all along. There's no Della. The girl is out with Aunt Cassandra. I don't know what needs. But for sure, this is the right time to interrogate this mysterious super-man.

"Alya wants to ask the same Om," I said cautiously. Along with heart palpitations getting stronger.

"Ask what, Lya? Speak .... " Om Bram looked at me. He changed his position on the sofa. Hitchhiking, leaning, and half his body facing me. "Seems serious?"

Duh, where to start, huh? Baffled. I dare not linger with him. Highlight those brownish eyes like salt sown on the surface of an ice clot. Slowly shrinking the guts and control of this mind. Worrying about doing the ridiculous as it has been before.

"Actually .... " Stamily speaking. My tongue was suddenly dry and dry. Om Bram was ready to listen. "Actually .. eemmhh .... "

Om Bram raised his eyebrows. Waiting and wondering, of course.

Duh, Om! Don't be so cute, dong! I can't stand it anymore, huh. Hopefully not to be possessed, due to your charms drunk again. Aamiii!

"What exactly, Alya?" ask Om Bram with a heavy but soft voice. "Speak. Will Om listen."

Hhmmm, it's starting to crumble. My body started to shake. "Actually .... "

"Yes, what exactly?"

Closing my eyes, I continued to speak, "Actually ... Alya wants to ask the same Om."

Why go back to the original question, huh? Yeah, God! Give me strength, dong! Please!

"Yes, about what?" I heard the sound of Om Bram's butt scraping on the surface of the couch. That guy must have moved closer to me. Lothawat! I hope something happens between us. Eh? What kind of prayer is that? Less moral!

"About .. actually who wants ... Alya asked that, Om," I said back still closed. Trying to strengthen themselves. But the results were even circling in place. Goddamnit! It's hard, really, to talk honestly!

"Alya," said Om Bram. This time suddenly my finger reached for the hairy hand. O, my God! What's going on here? "Calm yourself. Take a deep breath, then slowly exhale through the mouth. Do it continuously, until Alya feels relaxed."

I followed his advice. But the finger grip is like containing stun. The blood in this body suddenly flowed. I was worried that my heart would be electrocuted, and then explode. Ah, lebay!

"It's a little quiet?" ask after a while. Om Bram wants to convince.

I nodded slowly. Still with her eyes closed. Fear of being so open will return to the original atmosphere. That is, you have to repeat the breath.

"Already, Om," I answered, focusing on the question that was still clumping.

"Now, speak. Just slowly. Do not rush," pinta Om Bram increasingly tighten his grip fingers.

"Yes, Om."

I began to strengthen my heart. Recompose the words that had disappeared.

"Come on, start talking, Alya. One ... two .. three ...." Om Bram gave a cue.

Starting with a snort of breath, I give this trembling lips to say, "Alya .. would like to ask the same question, Om Bram."

SREK'S! SREK'S! SREK'S!

I heard Om Bram scratching his scalp. Maybe upset or something else? It could also be, he was clawing at the velvet fabric of the sofa. Ah, I dare not open these eyes to know.

"Yes, Alya wants to ask about what?" The man's voice was somewhat restrained. Must be because it's holding back the rage. "From now on, Om already knows, Alya does want her, right?"

SREK'S! SREK'S!

The voice was heard again.

"Np .... "

"Yes." Yeah."

"Alya wants .... "

"That means?"

"No, Om."

"Then?"

For a moment of tight breathing, I continued saying, "Alya .. want .. to turn the body. Alya can't do it when she talks this way."

SREK'S! SREK'S! SREK'S!

"alright. It's up to Alya, deh," replied Om Bram accompanied by a long sigh. He immediately took off his grip. Then I turned this body, turning my back to the flamboyant man, with my eyes closed. That's sure!

"Np .... "

"Yes!"

"Sorry Alya, yes."

"Yes, forgive!"

Breathe back. "Before Alya apologized, yes, Om."

"He'eh!"

"Actually ... Alya .. apologize in advance, for asking the same Om."

SREK'S! SREK'S! SREK'S!

Silent. No response or reply. Where's Om Bram?

"Omm?" I called that man. "Om still behind me, right?"

Sound and a small cough. "Uhuk! Uhuk! Ehhmm!"

"Oh, thank God," I muttered, "that's ... About Om Bram himself."

"Regarding Om? About what?" The voices of men were heard back in excitement.

I'm drooling. Just wet this dry throat. "Om's feelings are the same as Alya." My chest is back.

"What feeling, Lya?"

Dih, even ask back. That ambiguous attitude of yours, Bram!

"Actually ... Om thinks of Alya as what, anyway, Om?" Finally the collection of words started to smooth, sliding from my mouth. Hopefully in the future so. Aamij!

The man snorted for a moment. "Yeah ... Om already considers Alya as part of the Om and Della family. Didn't you ever talk about time in Om's office before?"

Hhhmmm, he's not being honest yet! Where are you going, Bram? I'll chase you to the point where this sweat is blowing! This second either, or not at all!

"Part of the family, huh, Om?"

"Yes, Alya. Is it less?"

"I mean Om?"

"Enter Alya's name into the Om Family Card list, for example?"

'Hmmm, that's not enough, Om. In full, register your name in the marriage book. I said so, you know, I said in my heart.

"For what, Om?" my question is to urge him.

"I mean Alya, how?" Om Bram's voice was choked. He must have started to get cornered. Feel it!

"I mean Alya .. as a child, nephew, sister, grandson .... " I don't continue the speech. Let it be his duty to digest and translate it. Just wondering, how long will it continue to be a mysterious man.

"Yaaa .. as .. child, Lya. Brothers with Della, of course," he replied.

I take a breath first. Plan to launch the next attack. "As a child, huh, Om?"

Hhmmm, start to get nervous.

"really? Just as a child?" I want to push it more. This time it was quite personal. Maybe next time it's pressure in another form. If necessary, imposition!

"L-yes, L-lya. He wants Alya, to be considered s-as a-pa?" I heard his grunts for the umpteenth time. I want to feel right back in the body. See what that man's face looks like now.

"Then ... What Om did to Alya a few nights ago, what's that, Om?" I'm more excited to find him. "Is that a papah's confession to a child?"

Yes, Om Bram came home last night half drunk. He hugged and kissed me. The treatment of parents to children? It's bullshit! He played his tongue in my mouth. What kind of kiss is that? Love or lust, Bram?

"I-it .. i-it .... "

"Om kissed Alya, Om!" I said half screaming, turning around and opening my eyes. "Della?"

Yeah, God! Della was there. Sitting not far from Om Bram. When did the girl come? Looked hard at me and her face.

"Shocked?" della asked with a wry smile. "Why? I can't listen to your chat with Papah, Lya?"

My heart was beating again. So, isn't it because the man is nervous about being pressed for my questions? Della causes? Really, it's getting more complicated.

"When are you coming, Del?" I try to make small talk and calm myself down.

"Since you turned your back on my bokap. Don't realize, do you, lu?" Della's getting worse.

Lothawat! Maybe this will be the end of our friendship. Della's been privy to the secret I've been keeping. No doubt, he's gonna kick me out of this house. Just like he did with his former servants.

"Della, relax, honey," said Om Bram trying to mediate.

"Bah!" Della glared back at her papa. "What did Papah do with Alya last night? Night when, anyway? Della never knew, all this time there was a special relationship between Papah and Alya."

"Quiet, Della. Papah didn't admit anything. Ask Alya if Della doesn't believe me." Om Bram winked his eyes next door.

Hhmmm, what code is that, Om? Ask me to lie, right? So cowardly of you, Om. I-i couldn't believe.

"Yes, Om Bram kissed me, Del," I replied to Della's trunk. The men even patted their forehead.

Not that answer, is it, what you expected, Bram? Want me to lie to cover up your behavior? Hhmmm, don't expect!

"Kiss you?" As if Della doesn't want to believe what I said. "How many times, Lya?"

"Often, Del."

"Often?" Della's eyes are getting bigger.

Om Bram looked at me sharply. Maybe he doesn't believe me, I've unpacked everything. "Liah. You .... "

My eyes narrowed, accompanied by a satisfied smile. "Yes, often," I said back. "Like Om Bram kissed you, too, Del."

Della scrunched her forehead. "You mean?"

Kulirik Om Bram for a moment, then continued to answer, "Your father also often kissed me here." I pointed at the forehead. "Why? You jealous, Del?" Along with laughter, the more this depressing drama occurs.

Om Bram gawked, then breathed a sigh of relief. Not so with Della. The girl seems curious.

"Gue doesn't like that. What's this chat, anyway?" Della looked at us both. "Well, you're not hiding anything from Della anymore, are you?" ask him about Om Bram.

"Hidden what, honey? Papah is not hiding anything from you, really," replied Om Bram.

Hhmmm, amateur liar! Don't think, yeah, there's a real witness here. I'm. Getting caught now, how a Bram really is. Nothing more than a cowardly man hiding behind a dazzling physique. Huh, but strangely enough, I was still in love and more and more infatuated with him.

Proof that love is blind? I don't know. For sure, I think there's another reason why he's behaving like that. That is why, when disappointed still want to obey the game sucks Bram.

"Yes, Del. Your father, right, already thinks of me like a child himself. It's only natural, right, to treat me like that?" I said add. This time I don't want to look at Bram. It's still bad to see him, but still missing.

What kind of love story is this? I am the one who was in a state of turmoil, still had time and willingly theatrical. I could have run over that guy. No matter what happens after Della finds out.

"Gue doesn't believe in you, Lya. I feel like you've got something else going on with my Papah" Della said, squinting. "You want to give me my Papah?"

I'm aghast. "Yes, geez, Del. I may have fallen in love with Om Bram. He's been considered my own father," I cried loudly, "part of my age with Om Bram, right, far different. It can't be, Del."

Om Bram. I may not like what I say about age. Could be. The fact is that it's getting old, isn't it? But ... still handsome and exciting! Be present!

"Whatever you are, deh. It's just, you have to remember. Anyone who's trying to sneak my Papah, you already know, don't you, the consequences, Lya?" threaten Della, "let alone Papah I'm soon, will marry aunty Cassandra."

"Yes, I want that, Del," I replied, "just calm down. I've also talked to you, if I don't want to date first. I want to focus on college. Remember that, Del?"

Della nodded. "Yes, I want that. Just so you commit to your principles, Cuy!"

"Sure, dong. You know who I was, didn't you? Hihih."

"As for you, you, Cuy!" della said as she got up from sitting.

"Where are you going, Del?" my many. "Mandi," replied Della hurriedly leaving us.

It's just me and Om Bram who are still in the living room.

"Thank you, yes, Lya," said the man.

"Thank you what, Om?" I refuse to look at him. Still huffed. Cowardly and hypocritical men!

"Alya wants to obey Om's wish."

"Which one, Om?"

"Lied to Della about what happened that night."

Hhmmm, really cursive! Rancid men!

Om Bram shifted his seat, approached me. "Alya wants to know Om's honest answer to Alya's question?"

"Which question is it, Om?" Kulirik. Getting closer.

"Om Feelings are the same Alya .. " said Om Bram while looking upstairs. Make sure that Della's still in the bathroom.

"Was p-feeling O-oom s-as-a-pa?" Suddenly I felt hot. The man is closing his body.

Yeah, God! I'm shivering.

"Actually I am also .... " Om Bram pulled my body. Then put his kiss on these lips.

Whahuh? This dream? Nah! We are both aware. Not even Bram was drunk. Then, this what does it mean?

"Omm?" I looked into his brown eyes. "Om also loves Alya?"

The man's lips were shaking. "Love you very much, Alya. Even since I started to know you."

"Yes, God! No more lying, right?" I still can't believe it. He said, "No, dear Alya. I fell in love with you."

"Alya don't believe it, Om," I said. "Try it over again, Om."

"What?"

"Just now."

Om Bram complied with my request. This time it was longer than the first one.

"Oommmm .... " I embrace the body. The crying exploded. "Alya's afraid of losing you."

"I'm here, Alya. I'm not going anywhere."

"But, what about Om's wedding plans?"

"Cassandra?"

"Yes, who else?"

Om Bram.

You know, asked to laugh? Answer, dong! Me, right, nanya!

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*Sukabumi, June 10, 2020***