BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 31

GOTHAM (31)

Author by: Daoed Soelaeman

"Your marriage failed, Bram?" I looked at the perlente man carefully. "I mean, didn't you get married to Aunt Cassandra?"

Bram. His eyes fixedly stared at the figure of Della who was lying weakly with an infusion and oxygen hose. "I'm thinking of my son, Lya," he replied, "you think, which parent would ever see his child fall ill like that? Should I keep getting married when Della's condition hurts?"

I'm nodding. There's a point too. It gives me the opportunity to keep approaching that guy. "Until when?" askaku. Hope Bi Mamas doesn't come first until this conversation is over. 

Sounds snoring Om Bram. Riled up? Might as well. But for me, this is happy news. "Eitherway. I myself cannot think in that direction yet" replied Om Bram resignedly.

'It's better that way, Om. Just focus on me. Why drain energy for the widow to bear one's child. In front of you there is something more important, you know, ' I said in my heart. ' ... virgin ting-ting and attractive.'

I was thinking about stepping back from this competition. Prefer to be close to Della, or go away from their lives. But the door of opportunity was wide open. Who knows destiny says something else, right?

"Not thought or is there some other plan, Bram?" 

"I mean Alya?" The man looked.

I smiled wryly. 'Is that how you know, Bram? What kind of adult are you? You know, why? There's another girl hoping for this, Bram!'

"Think of yourself" I said, turning my back to him. Again, wish there were burly fingers stroking this hair. Then slowly pull the shoulder, continue ....

I heard her breathing slowly. I waited while closing my eyes. Get ready to sulk spoiled once the man's attack begins to touch. 

"Batkrrrr!"

Whatisit? The zombie?

I'll turn my body immediately. Bram sat on his back with his eyes closed and his mouth open.

"But!" 

He's asleep instead. But there is plenty of opportunity to look at it freely. Mumpung is in front of the eyes. 

With a smile of my own, I looked at his face. 'Maybe he's exhausted, ' murmured in the heart. 'Hhmmm, what a pity on you, Bram. Beautiful man without a partner. Years of living in solitude. Now comes a virgin, even you're confused. Canciaannn …. !!!'

Suddenly, I was also sleepy. It feels that if you cushion Om Bram's chest, it will be more sound. Especially in this room there are no other chairs. But .. ah, no. It can't be that cheap. Must still prioritize self-esteem as a young and independent female figure. Love does not have to deceive and randomize.

Yes, you don't have to and you can't. Along with slowly leaning this body, about to fall into the deck of Om Bram. Later ....

GECK!

The door suddenly opened. Accompanied by the appearance of a round face belonging to Bi Mamas. "Eh, sorry!" exclaimed the half-old woman inching out again.

"Bi!" call me while I rise up in pursuit. 

"Sorry, Non. I think Non Alya and Mr. Bram .... " Bi Mamas' face flushed red and clumsy, so answered outside the room.

"Why with us, Bi?" I started kepo. Bi Mamas lowered his head, then shook his head. "Why the hell, Bi?"

"Non Alya and Mr. Bram again .. Chat, right?" Bi Mamas ketar-ketir.

"Yes. Then?"

"It's okay, Non."

"If there's nothing, why did Bi Mamas come out again?"

He didn't answer. Just looking down with lips moving. I looked carefully, then asked, "Bi Mamas read the spell?"

Suddenly the woman nodded. "No, Non. I'm nagging myself again."

"Why should I nag? Pake dong's voice. Don't be silenced like that, Bi." I laugh.

"Ah, Non Alya this can be. Am I hape?" Bi Mamas smiled. Either because my jokes are funny, or just entertaining. That's not important.

After a moment of silence, I reopened the conversation with her, "Auntie hungry?"

Bi Mamas grinned. "Yes, Non. A little."

Scroll the plastic package hanging on the woman's fingers. "Keep, that ... that's in Aunt's hand, what?"

"Yes, God!"

"Why, Bi?"

"Sorry, Non. I forgot to give this to Non Alya." Bi Mamas rushed to give the package to me. "I was iniselotif buy my own food without the Father telling me. I'm sorry, Non."

My forehead shrinks. "Iniselotive? What is it, Bi?"

Bi Mamas thought for a moment, continuing to say, "That's you know, Non, if you know something without being given orders. What's the term, huh? This ... this ... selop ... what is it? Forgot me, Non."

"Initiative," I answered while examining the contents of the package. The martabak!

"Yes! That, Non!" yang Bi Mamas sonorous.

"Sstttt! This is the hospital, Bi. Be present!"

"Eh, yes. Sorry, Non. Plasteredness. Hihih."

"Yes, already. Let's just sit in that chair. Yu, Bi. Inside, Om Bram is sleeping." I stepped towards the long chair outside the treatment room.

"Wouldn't Mr. Bram be invited too, Non. I was told to buy cigarettes, right?" Bi Mamas is doubtful. He turned several times towards the room where Della was being treated.

"No, Bi. There is food inside, really. Besides, Om Bram doesn't smoke." I threw my ass over the long iron chair. Bi Mamas. "Eat, Bi. It's still warm."

"I'm sorry, Non. I comot one." 

"Take it."

Some time, we both drowned in silence, enjoying the special meal. Then I noticed the look of Bi Mamas who was busy chewing. "Bi …. "

"Yes, Non." The woman looked.

"Our conversation, which was not quite right," I said as I gouged a fragment of martabak bean seed between the teeth with the tip of the tongue.

"What's the problem with cigarettes?" Bi Mamas stopped the chewing. "I love my husband, no."

"Aunty's husband smokes?"

"Yes, Non. Sometimes me too" he replied shyly. My forehead wrinkled, then asked again, "Auntie smokes too?"

Suddenly Bi Mamas' face blushed. "Hehe. Cigarettes have husbands, Non. Uh …. " He shut his mouth with his hand holding the rest of the martabak..

'By the way what the hell, Auntie?'

"meaning?" I don't understand at all. But why did Bi Mamas' cheeks turn like fried ebi?

The woman took her eyes off. Reluctant to fight eyes. "That's it. Don't talk about it, Non. I forgot, kirain again huddled by the neighbors. Uh, hehehe."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I mean, about that conversation, Bi."

"No, Non. That cigarette, right? I'm shy. Slips." Bi Mamas still threw away his face.

"No, Bi." Patted his shoulder. Still with confused heads. "That was us, the chat before Om Bram came."

The woman looked. "Where are you, Non? I forgot."

So anxious. Want to feel a little bit of Bi Mamas's forehead that is rather round forward. "About Andre, Bi."

"Andre?" 

"Oh, he."

"Known?"

Bi Mamas nodded in doubt. "What's wrong with Andre? Non Alya has a crush on that young man?"

"But!" I flicked my hand in front of him. "Ngaco, uh! That's not what it means, Bi."

"Then?"

"Della's known Andre for a long time?" ask me to start the interrogation. Bi Mamas seemed to think while chewing his nuts. "Auntie is not too careful, Non. But ... long ago, before Non Alya lived with Mr. Bram's family, Son Andre had been seen playing at home several times."

"O, huh? Meet who?" I'm curious.

Bi Mamas looked at me. "Lack of knowing, Non. Probably ... meet Mr. Bram. Maybe it's Non Della."

"Which is it, Bi? See Om Bram or Della?"

"I don't know, Non. Suwer deh." Bi Mamas brandished two fingers.

"Aunty doesn't know anyway? Kan, have you seen who he's talking to, have you?" I cringe. Bizarrely.

Bi Mamas plucks again martabak in the package. "Yes, Non Alya himself, right, you know. I wasn't always there ontem."

"Ontem?" The language that the woman used. My brain is trying to digest as much as possible. Bi Mamas replied, "That .. that is, always be on standby at Mr. Bram's house day and night."

"Oh, on time!"

"Yes, that. Ontem, Non," he said back. "After all, I've been focusing on homework. Just occasionally meeting face to face with Nak Andre."

'Hhmmm, my instinct is to say, Bi Mamas is being dishonest. What yes?'

"But I see, it seems like Aunt is already very familiar with him? That means, not once twice dong, the Andre visited the house and met Auntie?" I'm probing.

Bi Mamas. "Kan, I told you a few times, too, Non. But not the details."

"Really?"

"Switch!" The two fingers of the woman were raised.

"That's all? Have a chat or how, maybe?"

Bi Mamas thought for a moment. Then he replied, "Most .. at that time, just praise my cooking, Non. You see, Andre often come to eat at home."

"Who's the guy?"

He's a little doubtful. But not long ago mentioned the name, "Della."

"Just Della?"

"Yes, sometimes the same Mr. Bram too, if you happen to be at home."

"When?"

"Old time, Non. Before—"

"I mean it .. morning, afternoon, evening, or night?" I was getting more excited about extracting information from this innocent figure.

"Euummhhh …. " Bi Mamas thinks. This time I did not answer.

"When, Bi?"

"Yes, it's been a while, Non."

Suddenly I felt angry. Want to feel biting Bi Mamas figure to intangible. "Time, Bi. Morning, afternoon, afternoon, evening, night, or even early morning. Bi Mamas isn't hiding anything, is he?"

"Yes, no, Non. I'm talking what it is" he said with his lips rounded forward.

"Then?" Must be extra patient in dealing with the attitude of this one person. Either because he doesn't know, or he's pretending to forget. One thing I have to realize in a situation like now, don't be 'leak' together'. The danger!

"I ... kekemunya .. ordinary anyway, afternoon so deh, Non," said Bi Mamas slowly. "It's night, I've never seen."

"Times?"

"hey are. 'Kan, I've never done anything at Mr. Bram's house."

'Yes, too, anyway. Nothing is wrong.'

"Terus .. according to Bi Mamas …. " My words did not continue, when the sound of the doorknob Della's treatment room was played from inside. 

A face appeared from there. Om Bram with his lesion face. "Della's a weaver, Lya."

I immediately got up to hunt down the door. Followed by Bi Mamas from behind. No matter how he collided with that man.

"Be careful dong, Alya," said Om Bram slowly.

'Ah, stupid time. I intentionally hit him. Upset, because it was again the focus of chatting even left to sleep. But, honestly .. want dong, another collision!'

I saw Della smiling weakly on the bed. "Lya ... " he said.

"Don't say much, Del. Remember, you have to rest a lot." I'm warning.

"Non Della's. Alhamdulillahot. Finally Non woke up too," said Bi Mamas beside me. "Where's it going now, Non?"

"Bi, don't talk to me first." I warned back.

Della smiles. "It's okay, Cuy. I'm doing fine. Hehe."

"Alhamdulillah .. O Lord. Non Della healed," exclaimed Bi Mamas accompanied by a happy grin. However ….

"Dih, Bi," I said shuddering at the smile of the woman earlier. Bi Mamas gawking. "Why, Non Alya? Is there something wrong with me?"

Kulirik Della and Om Bram for a moment, then whispered softly near the earlobe Bi Mamas. "Gigi Aunty nyelip a lot of martabak nuts. There, rinse first, Bi."

Spontaneously, the woman slid away. "What time, Non?"

"Already, sana. Go to the toilet" I said. The Hurry Bi Mamas.

"What the hell is it?" tanya Om Bram is confused. I just smiled wryly. "There's nothing, Om. Just a little bit of improvement. Hehe," I replied accordingly. Then switch to pay attention to the condition of Della. "Would you like to eat, Del?"

Della shakes.

"Eat yes. Just a little. Have you eaten for a few days now, Del," I asked for force. " ... or do I want to peel the fruit?"

Della kept shaking.

"Gue just wants to see you, Cuy," said Della in a choked voice.

"I'm here, Del. Every day is always here. Nemenin you," my dream.

Della's eyes were a little teary. Accompanied by a shiver of lips, he said again, "Gue is afraid you're going to leave me, Cuy. I'm scared."

"Yes, Lord .. Della …. " I immediately hugged the girl's body. There were no tears flowing down this cheek. "I'm not leaving, Del. I love you."

Della and I hugged each other tightly. Our cries broke immediately, for the first time since the beginning of the introduction first. Signed by Bram. Slowly the man approached. Gently brush my hair and Della.

SERIATE

Sukabumi, July 14, 2020