BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 32

SASHA (32)

Author by: Daoed Soelaeman

After attending the last course, I decided to go to a nearby shopping center, to buy personal needs. Before visiting Della at the hospital. There's some stuff I need to find there.

Intentionally, since morning trying to avoid Andre who often followed wherever I stepped.

"Why, anyway, are you following me on, Ndre?" I was annoyed while staring at the ferocious man of mixed blood. He said, "I want to talk to you, Lya. You didn't hear that from?"

I breathed in annoyance, looking away. "I told you that, too, right? I don't want to talk to you, Ndre. You don't get it?"

"Yes, please. Scaring me." Andre is getting closer to me. "There's something I need to explain to you. Please, Lya."

"I said no, yes ... no, Ndre," I insisted. "Enough, don't follow it."

"But, Lya. I …. " Andre is still adamant and following my steps.

"I'm going to the toilet. You want to come too?" 

My gaze is getting worse. Andre nodded and looked confused to speak. "I ... mmhhh, no, Yes. Just come in, deh. I'll just wait outside, okay?"

"Whatever, but I still don't want to talk to you," I confirmed.

"Until when?" ask Andre.

Think about it a few moments first. Then I said, "Until I decide for myself, when to talk to you."

"Please, deh, yes."

"Please, Andre! I want to pee!" I pushed the man's body away. "Would you like to see me pee here?"

"Eh, no! There inside, dong!" reply Andre.

"You are far away. It's a girls' toilet, you know?"

"Yes, I know."

"Go away. Or do I want to tell you?"

"Eh, no, Lya!" Andre took a few steps back. "Yes, already. Piss, yes, just pee. That's quiet in there, yeah."

I glared round. Ask the man back, "Otherwise? How, even more angry? I'm, aren't I, I'm far away."

"Your last words!"

"Which one? Pissing problem? Yeah, already. You're gonna pee, aren't you?"

"Lt!" 

Still upset, I left Andre staring at the toilet door. While I was alone, I was even engrossed in pecking myself through a large mirror in the hand wash. 

'Beautiful .. ' I murmured in my heart. 'Not much different from city girls in general. Just a little brownish. O, yes. Term, exotic. According to the men I heard. Ideal height as the average woman. Not fat, especially skinny. The hair?' I broke the crown of this head until it fell forward. Covering part of the face to the chest. 'Straight and black too. My chest …. '

I twisted this body while advancing a little bit of the ribs. 'Hhmmm, standard too, anyway. Natural. It's like Pamela Anderson's super jumbo, but it's mixed with silicone rubber. Hihihi.' I laughed myself behind my palm. Almost without sound. Worried that someone was in the toilet room inside, and thought this giggling sound was thought to be a sighting in broad daylight.

'But ... ah, why did Bram never show his interest in me? Instead, she prefers the widow to have one child, the Cassandra. Huh, sebel! I am, 'right, still original.'

Suddenly there was a noise outside the toilet. The angry female voice. It was unclear what was said, but from his tone it was like he was scolding someone. 

How long the toilet door was open. A female of my age entered with a sullen face.

I hurriedly adjusted my attitude to not look strange. Then he asked the woman, "What's wrong, Mom?"

He stood beside me. Both look in the mirror. With the same romance. He replied, "That's .. the guy standing outside of it. Why, try, is he there? This is, right, the girls' toilet. Make me suspicious."

I smiled wryly. "Oh, that's Andre."

The woman looked. "You know him?"

"Know. Name's Andre. Temen my class," I replied while pretending to wash my hands. "He's still out there, huh, Mommy?"

He snorted. "hey are. I was at omelin. She's waiting for you?"

I glanced for a moment. "Ndon't know, Ma'am. I also tried to get him to leave. But ... apparently still hangs in there."

"Your boyfriend, huh?"

"Huh?" I closed the water spout. "Daughter?" I laughed for a moment.

"Kok, even grin? Why?" The woman looked at me in wonder.

"He's not my girlfriend, Ma'am. Just a lecture," I replied, this time pretending to dry my hands with a piece of tissue. "My boyfriend .. tall, big, curly hair, chest and arms are hairy. Lalu—"

"Hhmmm, it's very similar" said the woman cutting off my imagination.

"Who? Bram?" I'm appalled.

He cringed. "Name Bram? Very cool. New this time—"

"Do you know Om Bram?" I'm getting curious.

The woman's eyebrows are rising. "Omm? Still your brother is the same?"

"Yes, there's no family ties as well, Ma'am," I'm starting to get upset. "Don't know him?"

"Who?"

"Braam. Om Bram?"

"No. Just know."

"Know where?"

"Collateral!"

"Huh?" I'm appalled. "Who do you mean by Bram, anyway?"

Suddenly the woman laughed. "I mean .. gorilla."

"Well!"

'Damn it! He likens my Om Bram to a gorilla! If only he had known that man, it would have melted as well as I did! Huh! Don't know him yet!' my grumbling in my heart. I was also upset by the woman's talk. But …. 

"Sorry, I was just kidding. Hahaha," he said as he thrust out a palm. "Known, I'm Siska. The Children of the Faculty of Engineering. You who?"

Although still with an upset heart, I received his hand. "I'm Alya. The Faculty of Economics."

The figure named Siska is mangosteen. "Oohs. You're from Java, huh?"

"Kok, you know what?" I'm astonished. It was great that he could directly guess the origin of my residence. Is this one of the characteristics of indigo?

Siska smiled withheld, accompanied by a head loop over and over. "Yes, you know."

"Know where, Ma'am?" 

Truly the Siska is more suitable to be a shaman than a technical scholar. Her amazing! Not to mention earlier, laugh him crisp carrying all primate animals.

Siska. "Your logo, tuh, which makes people easy to guess from your origin, Alya. Haha. How, anyway?"

O, yes. Right too. Then I'm wrong. He doesn't have to be a shaman. The engineering masters are also good. Because you can guess the genealogy of someone. Including me, of course. Evidently, Siska's conjecture technique is precise.

"Yes, too, yeah. I never thought up there myself. Hehe," my timpal just realized while reopening the water spout.

"Your old man is here?" siska asked, looking at me sharply.

"Almost annually. Long ago, anyway, snekos. But it's been a few months with Om—"

"Why, why?"

Siska's eyes stared at the pile of tissue paper in front of me. "Gue look from earlier you open-close the mulu tap. How many tissue sheets?"

Holy hooch!

Just realized too. I don't know how many times I've washed my hands. In fact, the previous intention was to urinate.

"Yes, geez! Until I forget, Mother. Sorry," I said to close the water. 

This time Siska's laughter broke out irresistibly. "Haha. You're funny too, Alya. Hahaha," he said as he was about to pass. "Thanks, yeah. I know you. Really entertaining. Haha."

I smiled shyly. "Hehe. It's okay, Ma'am. I'm also happy to be able to get acquainted with Ms. Siska."

"Yes, already. I pull it off first, yes," said Siska saying goodbye. "Awas, don't waste water. Haha."

Siska stepped outside the toilet. But then, a little later he came back. 

"What's up, Mommy?" many wonder. "I've closed the water. Not wasteful of water, is it?"

Siska waving her hands. "Ih, that's not it. I just want to tell you, that half-cule guy is still waiting for you."

"Andre?"

"hey are. Who else?"

"Let's go, ma'am. I'm still not quite right."

"O, that. Yeah, it's." Siska closed the toilet door. Before long, his voice sounded out there. "God! Your girl's still a long time in the dalem. He's constipated again. You asked for the medicine there. Spots."

"Seriously?" Andre's voice asked.

"hey are. Smack there!"

Then silence. 

Both must have gone. Safe. Now I can go out freely. Then immediately ran away with a taxi that happened to be hanging out in front of the campus gate.

"Where, Ma'am?" ask the driver as soon as I'm in the vehicle.

"Nearby shopping center, sir. Cepetan, yes," I replied while paying attention to the surrounding area. Worried Andre's hunting caught me.

"Ready, Ma'am."

Fortunately until this taxi away, the figure of the man was not visible. Now I can relax a little. Go alone without anyone following.

Not until it takes a long time, the speed of the vehicle stopped right in front of the parking door of a large and magnificent building.

"Here, Ma'am?" ask driver.

"Yes, Sir. Here alone," I replied directly giving him a piece of money. "Take the change, sir."

"Well, thank you, ma'am."

I smiled as I pulled the door panel. Then get out and step quickly into the building. These eyes instantly swirled around looking for a certain shop. I had to hurry up and see Della at the hospital.

'Well, that's it!' I muttered as soon as I found the place I was looking for. No need to linger there. If you get the goods, leave again soon.

"Mr Alya …. " One soft voice surprised me from the side. Meandering. A beautiful woman stood there. He is ….

"Tante ... uh, Miss Cassandra?"

Right, she's Cassandra. Office secretary Om Bram. For some reason, suddenly this heart was shrouded in jealousy the moment it saw him.

"How are you, Ma'am?" greet Cassandra with her distinctive voice. Soft and friendly. "Make shopping too?"

Uh, I don't want to answer the question first. My eyes were fixed on the two petite figures beside Cassandra, as well as a well-built man flanking tightly.

"L-yes, Mom," I replied slowly.

"alone?" Cassandra asked again.

"Yes, Mom." These eyes are reluctant to blink to pay attention to the three figures who are with Cassandra.

A boy with a rather dark complexion, appeared to be struggling spoiled while holding onto Cassandra's arm. Meanwhile, another sweet girl, the same age as the child next to the beautiful woman. She has a face similar to the man next to her.

"O, yes. Meet, this is my son. Name's Gabriel. That woman, Alisha. This is .. my husband. Abraham." - Abraham." Cassandra introduced one by one the figures I noticed earlier.

"Bram?" I call that name. In accordance with the title Cassandra will be her future husband when she met in the office some time ago. "Eh, sorry. I mean ... Mr Bram?"

Cassandra smiled. "Rubber, Ma'am. This is the figure of Mr. Bram I have told you before. You remember, right?"

"Chelle, Alya. How do you do?" greet the man named Abraham as he extends his hand.

"Bram is Russian. Not so familiar with Indonesian yet. We just got married a few weeks ago" Cassandra said. 

"What?" I was surprised to hear Cassandra's story just now. "Eh, sorry. I'm fine, Mr. Bram. Thanks." Thanks."

"Nice to see you, Alya," added Abraham.

"Yes, so do I, sir."

My head was suddenly dizzy watching all this. Especially for that couple. Why everything happened beyond expectations.

"It's Cassandra's mom's kid, isn't it?" I crouched down looking at the boy in question.

"Yes, right. Gabriel is my son, Ma'am. Her father is from Nigeria" Cassandra replied. "Daddy, Gabriel. Say hello to Aunty Alya. Don't worry, she's a good person."

"Hi, Aunty!" Gabriel obeyed Cassandra's orders.

I smile. That boy is so sweet. With curly hair and jet skin as usual Nigerians there.

"Daddy, Gabriel. I'm so glad to meet you. And you too. Are you Alisha, right?" I also saw a little girl next to Abraham. "You're so beautiful."

"Thank you," Alisha replied with her adorable laugh.

Then I stood looking at Cassandra's face. "So, what did Miss Cassandra mean by Mr. Bram ... Abraham?"

"certain. Who else, Ma'am?" replied the beautiful woman while throwing a smile at her husband. 

"I think .. Bram .. Bram …. "

"Sir Bram my superior?" Cassandra laughed slowly. "Surely. I never thought about him, Ma'am."

"Isn't he?" This head is getting 'punchy' made. "A little bit?"

Cassandra laughed again. "He's only my work team. Nothin' at all. Even though .. I resigned from the office a few days ago. I will stay in Russia with my new family. Following Abraham, of course."

"O, huh?"

"Yes, that's it."

I don't know, my intention to shop finally became discouraged. Supposedly after knowing Om Bram's lies about his marriage to Cassandra, it would make my opponent more open to approaching the man. In fact, not now. Their drama is clear. Della also played a big role in creating this cheap scenario. Bi Mamas? I don't know with the old woman who looks like the character of Ceu Edoh. But from the time he's been around, it's clear that he also keeps a lot of big secrets about the Om Bram family.

Recalling Andre's words back then, that Om Bram just wanted to take advantage of my presence for Della's sake. Really it? Now my job is increasing. Trying to solve all the puzzles yourself.

About Andre. Is this what he is going to say today? The man asked me to talk. Stupidly, I focused more on chasing this blind love on the man who always pretended to love me with a strand of false hope.

Hhmmm, the war drums have been pounded. Now it's time for me to appear in the middle of them with a new figure. Just wait!

SERIATE

Sukabumi, August 19, 2020