BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 4

My eyes are still closed. The mind is in a dark condition. But those touches felt so gripping. Awakening the deepest despair that has been hidden. This body jolts along with groans under the dim light of the lamp. A soft hiss mixed with a powerful stomping breath similar to a growling sound. Ah, this is a dream or just a hallucination between two gripping realms.

The hairy arm suddenly twitched tightly against my neck. Pulling firmly back until powerless to break away. The hot sweep of breath tickled the tip of the earlobe, smouldering accompanied by a grated rough brewpub touching the skin of my face.

"Om ... "I refused to open my eyes. Hope all will not disappear once this petal is revealed. Maybe also in such a way, the sensation of tempest will be more and more elevated and distant. Shaking every joint of passion throughout the body. "Om Bram .... "

The man's figure did not answer. He stretched out my body and slowly rubbed this chest area. Not with his fingers, but through a thick chest of ribs with strong ribs, full of dense fine feathers.

"Om .. I ... " I almost bought these eyes, staring at the face of the drizzle moistened in sweat with its newly grown bewok. Again the fear was whispering, so as not to do the stupid thing if you do not want everything immediately gone.

"Alya .." whispered the flamboyant, dense man. So close that the grunt of his wind slapped my lips. "Alya .... "

"Om ... What does Om do?" my number is half-crowded to withstand the impact of his body weight.

"Alya .... "

"Np .... "

"Cuy! Wake, woy!"

"Om Bram?"

GECK! GECK! GECK!

The voice was getting louder. Forcing me to open my eyes as fast as lightning. "Om Bram?" This Netra was circling around looking for a figure that suddenly disappeared. Blank. It was only dim to surround it until it finally dawned on it that ....

"Alya! You're awake, right? Open the door, Cuy?" It was Della screaming outside the room.

I rubbed my eyes for a moment. Hope this vision bias returns to normal soon. "Yes, Del. I'm awake," I replied as I threw down the thick synthetic blanket that had 'scrubbed'. Goddamnit! Apparently that's what I thought were fine feathers ... About Bram.

"Open the door, Cuy!" della rang while knocking on the door.

"Yes, for a minute, Del," I replied while wearing a T-shirt without a chest brace. I don't know where last night's upwear is still installed intact. Could be .. ah, that's it. Too long thought, the 'blak' girl outside the room would get louder and call out.

"Over, hell, you open the door?" della asked as soon as the door opened.

"I slept well, Del. Semalem stayed until the morning. It became somewhat dizzy .. "my words reasoned.

"It hurts?" Della looked at my face. "Eye elu .... "

"Why my eyes? Panda eyes, huh?" I fumbled both eyelids.

Della giggles. "Your eyes have their belek, Cuy. Haha."

"Ih, you. Fuck up!" I quickly hunted the bathroom. It's upstairs. Just a few steps from my room and Della. Below are also there, but are usually specially used by Om Bram. Since staying in the house, never once looked at the contents of the man's sanitation room.

"Wouldn't you take a shower?" della asked as soon as I got back from the bathroom. The girl was sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Let's be a bit of a bitch, maybe?" reply potluck. "This college break, right?"

Della. Then his eyes fixed staring at the shirt I was wearing. "Have you got a daleman?"

Uh, she was watching my costume this morning. He immediately turned behind her. "Emang why?"

"Don't try to dress that way in front of my bokeh, yeah, Cuy. The danger!" he said accompanied by a distinctive frown that characterizes the girl if she was not like. Not angry, but that's how he is. The more days I get to know Della's qualities.

I smiled wryly. "Yes, Del, I get it. Om Bram, right, again out of town duty. We're just in this house. Fellow girl. Not what, anyway?"

Della speechless. While I was busy collecting the dirty clothes that were hidden in a special container.

"What do you want now?" della asked as soon as I got ready to take the container to the back room. "Wash your clothes, Del. Mumpung holidays. All of you, too, herein. Let me wash it too."

Della laughed out loud. His eyes narrowed. "Well? Soon there is Bi Mamas here. Wash your clothes and cook."

I scrunched my forehead. Think wonder. "Why should I be Mamas? Kan, it's me, Del. Let it all .... "

"Alya! I was ngajak you stay here not to ngejadin you pembokat. How about, anyway, you?" della said after her laughter subsided.

"You didn't have a maid or a housekeeper before, did you?" I'm getting curious. Big house, owner tajir, handsome ... uh, why did that last word come to mind, huh? Hhmmm ... do not have a personal employee?

Della laughed again. "Everyone who's worked in this house, I'm driving out."

"Why?"

Della sneers. "They often get caught by me. Trying to woo my bokap."

"Woo how, Del?" I'm more curious.

Suddenly I was jerking. Della's words just now were like a threat. Applies to all animate beings who feel 'other things' when they see the figure of Om Bram. Including ....

"Alya! Why do you dream?" Della's voice broke my daydream.

"Eh, ndak. Thought anu .. uh, meaning this laundry. From now on let me be the same saint cook, huh. The cost-paying calculations are here, Del," I said broken.

"No! You can't admit it all," said Della sounding firm. "You're my best friend. The only person I trust, other than me. What I get, you have to accept."

"meaning?"

Della got up from her seat. Walked toward me. "Alya .. papah I want to consider you as your own biological child. Just like me."

Yeah, God! It feels like a dream. Really it? I became Om Bram's foster son. Although happy, but honestly I hope ....

Della continued her words. "Now your life is the responsibility of my father. Didn't you ever tell me that you don't have any parents?"

Yeah, a while back, I was telling Della about my life. Father died when I was ten years old, while thirsting for affection and the caress of a beloved figure. Live a kara with Mbok who is just an ordinary farmer. Then he followed to the afterlife, a few days before the announcement of my final grade school graduation.

Had confused and frustrated life without the backrest of my blood people. Especially as a child in the family. There is only Mbak Darmi, son of Mr. Le Sunyoto, who became the place of this bitter complaint. To the woman also, I entrust all the inheritance received to be managed by her.

"Yes, already. If you insist on continuing your education to the city, Mbak can only support and pray for you, Alya," Mbak Darmi said one time. "Regarding the heritage land that you want to sell it, let Mbak who ngurus. You just calm down and focus on studying in the city. Later every month Ma'am send you money for your needs."

I believe in Madam Darmi. There's no one else I can count on, other than him. So armed with money from the sale of inherited land, this determination is already unanimous to go to continue the level of education. Not all are brought, because half of the money is used by Mbak Darmi trading. It runs until now, but did not know the situation I have now moved to the family home Om Bram. Gratis.

"Alya .... "

"Eh, Del." My daydreams are back. "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Need to be again?" the girl asked, looking at my eyes.

I'm down. Avoiding Della's gaze, of course. "I just ... suddenly remembered Mbak Darmi."

Della nodded. "Why?"

"I haven't heard from you about my move here, Del."

"I think, no, no" Della said.

"Lho, why?" I'm astonished.

Della thought for a moment. "Let's just say you're still living in a rented house. Let him send you money every month. Well, that money you can save in the bank to prepare you for the future. Simple, right?"

I nodded slowly. "But I don't usually lie, Del."

Unusual lying? Then about my race on Della's papa all this time? Uh, what flavor, huh?

"Cuy, so people don't be so innocent. Think of. Use your brain. This is in anticipation for your own life" Della replied seriously.

"Attempt from what? What do you mean, anyway? I don't understand, you know, Del."

Della. "Entar, yes, I'm telling you. Now you take a shower, gih. Today's part I'm cooking. Biar Bi Mamas. Okay?"

"Rel .... "

"Otherwise?"

I was silent for a moment. "Would Om Bram say that?"

"Which one?"

I patted the girl's arm slowly. "Consider me as Om Bram's son."

Della's lips slowly opened, then the waves immediately blurted. "Keep .. would you like to be considered a wham?"

"So, I was asked instead." Back my claps landed on his shoulder.

Della did not answer. He rushed to the basement after giving me a sweet smile. Hhmmm ... This time it was not a loud laugh. But smile. Does that mean Della's telling the truth?

I was raised as Om Bram's son. The middle-aged man was full of that charm.

Yeah, God!

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