BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 27

Slowly I think someone is covering my body. Then the voices present filled the headroom. Never stopped, from the beginning was sitting asleep on the edge of the bed.

I opened my eyes, raised my head, and turned to the side. Samar looked as though his face was staring with a sad look. Bi Mamas. Half-aged women who often come to help with homework.

"Oh, Auntie," I said softly withstanding the drowsiness. "Bi Mamas hasn't slept?" Apparently he was the one who had been enveloping.

"Yet, Non. I can't sleep" he replied, yawning.

I smiled faintly. Listlessly. "Auntie sleep there first" I said, pointing to the long chair in the corner of the room. "Let Alya take care of Della."

Bi Mamas according. He immediately got up from his place, sat in a chair, but did not go straight to sleep. His eyes were sad to see Della lying on the patient's bed.

"Sleep, Bi," I said.

"Yes, Nope" answered the woman. Then spread out the body, and clench the eyelids.

A moment later Bi Mamas fell asleep. Complete with a loud snoring sound, beat the heart rate detection machine on the edge of the sickle bed.

I looked up, looking at Della. Gadia was lying weakly with an oxygen hose attached to her nostrils and an infusion needle stuck in her arm.

"I'm sorry, Del," I whispered softly to Della's pale face. "I should have taken you to the hospital this morning."

Still remember, this afternoon on the way home from Om Bram's office, Bi Mamas called.

"Non Alya, sneak home," said the woman sounding panicked.

"What's up, Bi?" I'm starting to feel bad. I remember Della complaining of pain this morning.

"Mrs Della ... " The stammered Bi Mamas said on the other end of the phone. "Non Della, Non."

"Yes. What's wrong with Della, Bi. The talk!" I'm panicking.

Sounds of sob there. Bi Mamas crying. "Non Della passed out, Non."

"Yes, God!" I jerked. "Why fainting?"

"Do not know, Non. My brother took me to the toilet. In the room instantly fainted!"

"Okay, Auntie stays there. Watch Della. I'll call the doctor first. Uh, .... " I was thinking.

"What, Non?"

"Om Bram has a doctor, right?"

Silent moment. Maybe Bi Mamas is remembering. "There was. Doctor Sharif, Non."

"Which doctor, huh?"

While sobbing, Bi Mamas replied, "That's, you know .. the clinic doctor who is rather old, senile, bald, his head—"

"His head is glowing like an HP counter display case and has a problem with his ears?" I'm guessing. It's like a shitty doctor that used to check on me.

"Yes, that. How, Non Alya knows?" tanya Bi Mamas intervenes meleknya.

"Ah, it is not important to discuss," I said trying to forget the figure of the doctor. "Is there another doctor's number?"

Silence returned, until then the voice of Bi Mamas replied, "Doctor Boyke. Yes, he. The doctor who checked Della's condition a long time ago."

Since long? Does that mean Della's been seeing the doctor a lot? Uh, but ....

"Cock, obstetrician, Bi? Della's pregnant?" The memory of my brain immediately remembered, the figure of the doctor with glasses and often discussed the problem of the bed, along with the trinkets.

"Who said Della's pregnant, who?" Bi Mamas sounded annoyed. "That's one of Mr. Bram's doctors, too, Non."

"Not doctor Sharif?"

"Lho, said Non Alya earlier do not need to discuss the doctor?"

"O, yes." Patting jidat. "Yes, already. Auntie call doctor Boyke. I'm again in—"

"I don't have a pulse, Non. Most can also send SMS," said Bi Mamas cut.

"This is Auntie calling, can you?"

Mix the sobs, Bi Mamas. "It's free, Non. Fellow number. If Boyke's doctor, right, different operator. Hiks hyks."

Oh, geez!

"Yes, already. Send me the number now. Let me call," I said at last.

"Doctor Syarif or doctor Boyke, Non?" Bi Mamas was a bit doubtful apparently.

THE PLAQUE!

I pat the jidat back. "Doctor Boyke, Biii ... !!!"

Bi Mamas sounded nervous. "B-well, s-seben-tar, N-non .... " Sayup-sayup is heard the voice of the woman nagging through a telephone connection that has not been turned off, "Damn it! I am epe pengang like this! By the way, don't use three octaves, why, yak?!"

Not long after, the phone number arrived.

While clucking upset about Bi Mamas, I called Doctor Boyke. Thank goodness, connected and instantly lifted up.

"Hello, with Doctor Boyke here. Can I help you?" A friendly voice came from the other end of the phone.

A little panicked, I immediately replied, "Hello, doc. It's Alya. Friends sa—"

"Where's alya, huh? Alya Rohali is the famous artist?"

"No, doc!" I cried out loud. Until the speed of the vehicle I was riding stopped for a moment. "What's up, Mom?" ask the driver. Wonder.

While wiping his chest, the driver replied, "Sorry, Ma'am. Not intentionally pushing the brake pedal. I was shocked just now." Then the vehicle continued to walk.

I took a deep breath. Throw away the annoyance.

From the cell phone came the voice of the answer, "There's nothing, Mom. I'm just asking. This is Alya Rohali. Hehe. Uh, but ... don't call me 'Mas', yeah. Embarrassed. I am no longer young. Hehe."

"So I talked to the driver, doc. Not with you!"

"Oh, wrong, huh? Sorry," said Dr. Boyke. "This is with Ma'am Alya where, huh?"

I take another deep breath. It's a shitty day. Stumbled upon the office door, laughed at Aunt Cassandra and Om Bram, Bi Mamas, and now Doctor Boyke without the addition of Dian Nugraha.

"I'm his family Om uh ... Mr. Bram."

Doctor Boyke immediately replied, "Oh, Mr. Bramanditya. What's with Della, Mom?"

"Doctors already know?" many wonder.

"Della was one of my patients, Mom. He's on a road trip. The pain's coming back, ma'am?" The doctor's voice was surprised.

"Della passed out at home, doc!"

"Yes, God!" doctor Boyke exclaimed with a snorting sound of breath piercing the hole of the cell phone plug. "Yes, already. I'll be there soon."

"Yes, spit, doc!"

'Aamiin, ' I said in my heart with a smile.

"Yes, I. Lady Bram!" reply sparkles. "Mother Alya Bramanditya."

"Okay, Miss Bram. I'll be there as soon as I can" Boyke replied, then hung up.

I smiled to myself. 'Mother Bram? Yeah, God! A very beautiful call was heard .... " My eyes are looking ahead. Imagine who sits behind the wheel is Om Bram. Next to him was me. Gripping, joking, romantic chatting, both heading for the top ....

"Sorry, ma'am," said the driver suddenly, peeking at me through the central mirror. "I've been married. Wife is also pregnant at home."

I frowned. "I mean, what?"

Trying to avoid my gaze through the mirror, the driver replied, "I see, from this Mbak smile continues with me. So not feeling good, Mom. Sorry .... "

Dih, 'geer' him!

"Mas want me to give you one star, won't you?" many threatened. The driver was surprised, "Well, no, ma'am. It will affect the credibility of my online transportation account. I'm sorry, yes, Ma'am. I'm khilaf."

"Eat it don't be so ignorant!" I said fierce. "Know Mr Bram, don't you?"

The driver thought for a moment. "Which Bram is it, huh? I don't know, Mommy."

I smiled goat. "That's .. the name of the man who will be my husband."

"Oh, so? May you mate and get married soon, yes, Ma'am."

He smiled back with hope. "Thank you" I said. "That man I was imagining. Not you, Mum."

Driver nodded. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I misunderstood. I thought, 'This boy is smiling at me. Hehe."

I melengos.

Reconnect the driver, "Pak Bram must be a great man and the luckiest, yes, Ma'am."

"You mean, Mum?"

"Sir Bram is lucky, to be able to get the love of this beautiful Ma'am."

Hhmmm, sure. Om Bram once said that. I am beautiful and attractive. In fact, prettier than Aunt Cassandra, right? My only drawback is in exotic skin color. But rather than that, it is superior to the white-skinned and well-groomed woman, which is .. I am still a virgin and she is a widow.

The widow?

Yes, the one-child widow she said was familiar with Della. Is it the same age as my best friend? A special child born from the descendants of his father who is a foreigner. For a second, it kind of reminds me of someone. Who, huh?

All this time Della never saw me have a close friend. Both on campus and in the home environment. There's just me. The rest ... yes, Lord! Is that young man? Andre's. Yeah, him. Although impressed hostile, it seems that Della has known Andre for a long time.

I think Della secretly likes Andre. It's just never dared to show it. Or maybe it's because he knows his papa, Om Bram, is in a relationship with Cassandra. So, is the widow really Andre's mother? Especially if you remember the words Bi Mamas not long ago, the Caucasian child often comes to the house of Om Bram. Just hitchhiking to eat? Ah, it must be more than that.

However, why did Om Bram's attitude when he first met Andre as if he had just known the young man? Bizarrely. What drama is behind all that?

Not long ago I lived with the Om Bram family. It's only natural that there are still many unknowns, for my questions. Really strange family. Semisterius the attitude of the man I loved all this time. Bramanditya.

Not felt, my journey arrived. Get out of the vehicle. Do not forget to pay more, the cost of online transportation for the driver.

"A lot, Ma'am," said the driver while counting the fare I gave.

"Thank you, Mas. It's a bonus because you've been praying for me to be a match with Mr. Bram," I said semringah. "Once upon a time to reward Mas's judgment regarding my beauty."

"Well, thank you, Mother." The driver was happy to get the windfall. "But don't give one star, yeah, ma'am. Please."

"Just calm down, Mom. Even if all the stars in the sky I can reach, I'll give them all the same to you. Hihihi," I said back as I rushed into the house.

However, the conditions inside were empty. Della and Bi Mamas are not in the room. Where are they going? The car Della used to use was still parked in the garage.

"Where is Mamas?" ask me over the phone. There was a siren roar among the female sobs there. "Non Della was taken to the hospital, Non. This, I am still on my way" Bi Mamas replied with a cry.

"Brought to the hospital?" I'm appalled. "Which hospital, Bi?"

Bi Mamas mentioned a name, then continued to tell me, "So had checked with Doctor Boyke. Then, he was referred to the hospital."

Yeah, God! What happened to Della? This morning, I thought it was a normal fever. If you go to the hospital, how bad will it hurt?

All this time Della looks healthy. There's no sign she's on an outpatient basis with Doctor Boyke. What is this mystery?

Don't wait long, I'll catch up with them soon. No matter if the body feels sticky, smelly, and stomach sore because of hunger. Don't forget to call Om Bram at the office. The man sounded panicked too.

"Yes, I already know that Della was taken to the hospital. It was Doctor Boyke himself who called me" said Om Bram upon receiving a call from me. "I'm on my way there, baby. You alone, how?"

"I just came home. Bi Mamas—"

"Yes, that's Doctor Boyke's story too. You're the one who called her, aren't you, Alya baby?"

"Yes, Om."

"Thank you, yeah, honey. You've done the right thing. Now go to the hospital too, right?"

"Yes, Om. It's still on the road."

"Yes, already. We'll see you there later, okay?"

"Yes, my dear. Uh .... "

"Fruit!"

"Muah too. Uh?"

A DUG! A DUG! A DUG!

Suddenly my heart was beating. Ah, why in times like these should think about matters of the heart, anyway? Focus on Della, dong! He needs his full attention.

Yeah, correct. Put aside the love competition. I can take care of that after this. At least you can dive while drinking water, right? Taking care of Della, while attracting the attention of Om Bram. Must demonstrate that I can also take care of a prospective stepchild. Will not lose quality with the woman named Cassandra. The rest of the game is less than two weeks away.

Hhmmm, I have to appear as a champion. Without a medal, but entitled to complete Om Bram love.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!" The coughing sound of Bi Mamas sleeping in the long chair, disperse my daydream.

My eyes were focused on Della. This guilt still grips the heart. How not? Had this morning forced the girl to seek treatment, it probably wouldn't have been like this.

Now he is lying weak there. Breathing with the help of oxygen. Close-fitting. Either sleeping or unconscious. I don't know.

I pulled the cloth that was used to envelop Bi Mamas. Noted, apparently a suit that is usually worn Om Bram when working in the office. So, the guy's still in the hospital, right? But where is he? Since meeting earlier, Om Bram has always been busy with his cell phone. Maybe take care of an abandoned work agenda because of this incident.

Slowly get up from sitting. Walk out of the treatment room. At that moment, I saw two human figures sitting side by side in a long chair. None other than Om Bram and Cassandra.

Hhmmm, the woman apparently came too. Want what? Must be imaging the man next to him. Huh! Instantly this chest roared violently restraining the overflow of jealousy.

With my head in my hand and my teeth grinding, I approached them both. The focus of these eyes stared intently at Cassandra's figure!

**CONNECT

*Sukabumi, June 13, 2020***