BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 28

Om Bram and Cassandra are having a conversation. Seems so serious. I don't know what they're talking about. Could it be related to the wedding plan? Could be.

"Eh, Sister Alya," said Cassandra upon seeing my arrival. Om Bram also looked. "So I went inside, but Ma'am Alya was sleeping."

I don't want to answer. Simply throw a faint smile, while approaching them.

Suddenly Om Bram looks clumsy. Then I said, "Alright. We'll finish this conversation, Sandra. Tomorrow we'll continue at the office."

Cassandra. Pack the bag and stand up. "Good, Sir. Then I'll give my permission" he said, then looked at me. "Sir Alya, I'm sorry to go home first, yes."

"Eh, wait!" I tried to hold back the woman's steps. But hurriedly confronted by Om Bram, "Let Sandra rest, Alya. If there's a need, maybe next time, right?"

"But .... " I still insist on holding Cassandra.

Again the man cut, "It's been, yes, Alya. Sandra's going home first."

Cassandra looked confused. But as soon as Om Bram gave the code with a head gesture, the woman rushed to leave us.

"Sit down, Alya," said Om Bram softly as he held both of my shoulders.

"But Om .... " I'm frowning. The man looked around, then continued to say with a sweet smile, "It is not good to make a scene here. It will disturb the patient."

"Who wants to make a fuss, Om? Alya just wanted to say hello to Aunt Cassandra, really."

Dah, he's too sure. Who wants to fight. My brain is still sane not to do such a ridiculous thing. Honestly, jealousy is true.

While pulling me to the chair, take Om Bram, "Yes, already. Sit down, yeah, honey. You haven't eaten, have you?"

I finally did as well. Sitting side by side with curly lips. Then a packet of toast is offered that is still warm. "Eat it," he said slowly, "you must be hungry, right? It just so happened that Sandra brought me food."

Since I left Om Bram's office this afternoon, I haven't eaten. Although somewhat reluctant because of prestige, but for stomach affairs must be accepted as well.

"How was Della's condition, honey?" asked the man on the sidelines to eat together.

"Lumayan .. "I replied after tasting a bite, " .. quite delicious, the results of Aunt Cassandra's cooking. Soft texture. Sweet and sour taste. The aroma is appetizing. Maybe it's strawberry jam." I taste the toast I still chew. Om Bram just grinned while advancing the lips to form a circle. "It's not so bad for the size of a woman who can't tell the difference between vetsin and citron powder."

"Bi Mamas is sleeping inside, isn't he, honey?"

I'm nodding. "Yes, maybe, anyway. Suitable for breakfast. It's just .. a bit of a shoe in the throat when it's swallowed. Maybe less ripe baked time."

Om Bram immediately gave me a mineral drink. "Drink first," he said, "that was. That's why I have a shoe."

"Thank you, Om." I drink it immediately. "Rubber too. Now it's much better. A few shoes like that."

Om Bram scratched his head.

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

"Alya doesn't believe that much. How could someone who does not know the kitchen spices, can make food as good as this, Om?" I noticed the remaining bite of toast in my hand. The melt besides him is so red and seductive. "Cassandra's Aunt must have had her tips and tutorials from the internet, right?"

Om Bram grinned. "It's a buy, honey. Many are sold on the roadside in front of the hospital there. There are chicken porridge too. Or if it is still lacking, the jengkol rendang menu is available," said the man half joking.

I didn't reply. Busy chew and enjoy this dinner menu from the beginning of the bite to move to the stomach.

"So, Cassandra and I talked about work in the office. Like I said earlier this morning, I have a meeting with some of my colleagues tonight. However, it has to be cancelled. I can only delegate Cassandra to be there. The results of their conversation earlier, delivered directly by my secretary," said Om Bram without looking at me. "I hope you don't have any thoughts about Sandra coming here. I mean, nothing else, honey. Believe it."

I'm not so focused on Om Bram's words. Prefer concentration tasting the remaining bread. "But, Alya thought ... This toast tastes, really, similar to the street vendors like to sell, huh, Om? Alya is suspicious, Aunt Cassandra didn't make her own."

Suddenly Om Bram turned his head with a strange look.

"Why did Om see Alya like that? Alya's not jealous, really, Om. Just wanted to comment on this toast," I suddenly felt bad. "Not a problem, is it?"

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

I saw the man seem upset. What is it and why? Offended to criticize the food Cassandra brought? Ah, outrageous of him. Then the hot feeling that often hit my heart all this time, how? Does Om Bram care?

"I think you need a complete break, Alya," said the man as if losing his passion to talk for longer. His face was suddenly less attractive in these eyes. "You should sleep. Let me take care of Della."

"Alya's not sleepy, Om."

Om Bram took a deep breath. And so on until a while. The burly hand clenched hard, accompanied by a grin restrained. Like people who want to defecate in the morning, but it is difficult to get out. "Shall I get some sleeping pills right now, Alya?"

I'm shaking. "Alya with insomnia, really, Om. Maybe because I was asleep, so now I'm awake."

"But I'm asking you to go to bed soon, Alya." Om Bram scratched his head the umpteenth time. "I'm tired now."

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

Om Bram snorted loudly. Then he said, ".. Or are we sleeping together, honey?"

ARROW ... TOT!

My little pinch immediately landed on that hairy hand. Pinched his skin, twisted 90°, and lastly pulled hard.

"Aw!" the man screamed mercilessly, while rubbing his red arm and peeling his skin slightly. "It hurts a lot, Alya! Ouchh ... !!!"

"Party ... That's it, anyway, by the way. We are, right, not husband and wife, Om," I said with the hot embers running through this face. "Ih, hick!" I scowled spoiled while preparing to launch the follow-up pinch.

Om Bram quickly shifts sitting. Somewhat away from me now, with the ringis still adorning his look.

"I don't mean it, Alya," the man replied, preparing to put up the horses. "You slept in there with Della and Bi Mamas. I sleep here. On this bench. Don't think about it, honey!"

"Yes, my gosh, Om! Alya didn't think so. Maafin Alya, Om," I said as I moved forward.

"Yeah. N-nothing. But .. t-please don't get too close" exclaimed Om Bram as a shield. "If you still want to talk .. five meters away right now, enough, right? Uh!"

"Much a way, Om. Why should I stay away?"

Om Bram grinned. "It's okay, Alya. Really, g-no-nothing. Uh, hehe .. "let the man still wipe his arm.

What's up, anyway, with this guy? Why is it like seeing a ghost so close to me? It was okay. Everything was going normally as usual. Now then?

"Om ... "I said at last rather loudly. Om Bram turned his head, crossing his index finger across his lips. "Ssttt ... Don't be too hard, dear. This is a hospital."

"Alya just wants nanya." I said, "Tadi ... Auntie why are you here?"

Om Bram patting jidat.

THE PLAQUE!

"Tomorrow I'll tell you, yeah. Now you go to sleep. Rest in peace" he replied, not eager to speak. Maybe he's tired.

"Alya still wants to live, Om!"

"Ssttt ... don't be hard, Lya," exclaimed the man. "What does Alya mean?"

Back I scowl. "So said Om .. I was told to rest quietly. Alya wants to live a long life, Om."

Finally, the man moved forward. Approaching, then whispering, "I mean .. go to sleep. Let it be fresh tomorrow. I'm so sleepy, Lya. Please, huh?"

Yes, he looks tired. I'd better keep this question until tomorrow. Or maybe, will find the answer yourself.

"All right, Om," I said later. "Alya to the room first, yeah. Good night, Om."

"Good night too, dear. Good night to sleep." Om Bram breathed a sigh of relief.

A few moments later, I approached the man again. "Np .... "

Om Bram was aghast with reddened eyes. "Yes, God! Anything else, honey?"

I gave him the tuxedo that was worn inside the room. "Jas Om is left inside."

"Hooaamm ..ghamu wakai xagah, Khayang!" answer Om Bram while yawning. "Wiar aghu geghinih. Hoaaamm .. kekkk!"

"What, anyway, Om? It's not clear."

After yawning three times, he made it clear, "You just wear it, honey. Let me just put it this way. Hmmm."

"Oh, huh? Yeah, already. Good night, Om."

I went back into the room with no intention of looking back. This sleepiness has started to attack. Walked over, until it finally happened at the door.

DUK!

"Ouch!"

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