BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 5

B U C I N (5)

Author: Daoed Soelaeman Shobari

Phill Collins's Another Day in Paradise chatter echoed across the vehicle's interior space. Bram followed lyrics after lyrics of the song eloquently, behind the wheel. Next to her was Della, covered with ear holes tightly closed earpieces. Fall asleep or deliberately close your eyes while enjoying another drum? While I was more silent, sitting in the back row of seats. Toying fingers on top of the phone screen. Occasionally these eyes stared straight at the middle mirror, watching Bram's cheerful face.

"Della, honey," called Bram and glanced at the princess. The girl did not respond. Maybe it's right to fall asleep, it could be that the male's voice is outnumbered by the volume of his headset. "Rel .... " Bram repeated again. Della's still not flinching.

Bram's eyes instantly turned to peek at me through the mirror reflection of the vehicle. Along with the discharge of the direction of this eye to another place. Damn it, I was caught stealing my eyes.

"Alya .. " call Bram later. "Eh, yes, Om," I replied nervously blushing. Hope this face doesn't turn out to look like boiled shrimp. Those sharp eyes are still staring at me.

"You hungry? We stopped by first, yes, in the restaurant ahead there," said Bram accompanied by a smile. Hhmmm .. I have no power to answer. Enjoying the charming grin in front of me that's all, it feels enough to make this stomach pain disappear. Yeah, God. For some reason, every time I was around the man, the rumbling in my chest never stopped.

"Kok, quiet? You're no longer a thrush, are you, Alya?" seductive Bram peeked at me again. "Oh, yes, Om." Only that sentence can be said with the vibration of fingers rubbing the body of the phone. Almost regardless of the grip, if not immediately I throw it on the lap.

Ah, it's really hard to understand. I don't know what kind of magic that the thin-furnished figure in front of it has. This conscious and control of the heart often malfunctioned, as soon as its charm hit my race point. Shaking, nervous, difficult to speak, even the tormenting heat often comes. My whole life has never felt that way, towards any man. But the aura of Om Bram? Yeah, God. I hope I can control and hold back.

Maybe I'm the kind of girl who's hard to fall in love with. Since getting to know the world of puberty and know the opposite sex, have never felt such a big bang. It means like when I see Om Bram. Bramanditya Satriadireja, his full name. Men are twice as old as I am, thin curly-haired, tall postures with ideal body weight, as well as the decoration of the feathers in some parts of his body that often makes me feel like melting just like that.

Honestly, many of my male friends have features that are almost similar to Om Bram, but none of them can thrill this heart. Even an Andre who has a blood contamination bule, for me it is common to feel alone. Though with a handsome face capital and reddish white skin like an Erofa tourist, I have to line up in a long queue if I want to get his attention.

I don't know, I prefer a mature man, much older but fashionable, charismatic, heavy-sounding, plump posture, and black 'grass. That criterion is really real in Bram's body, Della's papa. The man who he said chose a singles almost ten years since the death of his wife. Ah, it's a bit of a doubt, if in that period of time, he was able to refrain from the glittering women of the world full of charm. Out there maybe he has a stash. Doubt if any of my people do not fail to see the physical perfection of a Bram. That girl is one of me.

Could it be because from the age of ten, I never felt the touch of a father's affection again? Then now obsessed with patching my shortcomings on a male figure that has really matured. Forty years, is the time when almost all the males top their actual times as a man. Mature and able to care for whole heart. Understand what your partner really needs. Womens.

Is it wrong if because of such things, that underlies me to want to bend my knees to surrender fully to a figure like Bram? The fact I have to face right now is that the man is the father of my own best friend. A jealous and unrelenting daughter kicked out anyone who dared to approach her papa. Absolutely do not want any other woman to be a competitor to get the affection of a Bram. Then what about me? Will this taste only be a decoration, as well as a lifelong inner tormentor as long as I am in their midst? Everlasting friendship or anchoring a dream opportunity only once?

Could it be able to refract this sense by accepting Andre's heart phrase some time ago? Yes, the oriental-faced man once expressed interest in me.

"I like you, Lya," said Andre when I sat alone in the campus garden, waiting for Della who was facing the lecturer. "I tried to think and study, maybe my race was pseudo. The extent of love that suddenly stopped by for a moment because we often meet. But the longer it takes, I don't want to hold it. I'm sure that my feelings are pure because I .. like you, Lya."

I'm speechless. I didn't want to give a response or answer at the time. Letting Andre sit next to me chattering out all the contents of his heart, in order to get what he expected.

"Where, Lya? You want to, right, accept my presence?" andre asked for certainty. I don't want to look, look into the man's eyes. No. gabe. Worrying about other feelings that do not want to disappoint him.

I know, there's another female figure who wishes she was his lover. It was none other than Della. Behind the girl's apathy towards Andre, I'm sure she harbors a sense of liking. Highlighting the eyes and different attitudes wrapped in laughter and strange chatter, it could not be hidden from my inner radar. Della likes Andre.

"Thank you for your honesty, Ndre. But .... " I paused for a moment to think, worried that the next sentence would hurt him. "I don't want to think in that direction just yet. I want to focus on education, Ndre."

"Emang what's wrong if you live together, Lya? Study in college and learn to understand our characters and feelings for each other." Andre tried to diplomacy.

"Now you are also learning my principles, Ndre. I'm the stubborn one," I replied defensively. "After all, why should I? There are many other beautiful women that you can get. Della, for example."

Andre smiled wryly. "City ... Lye .... It's a matter of the heart. It's not about taste that can change at any moment."

Yeah, I get that. The same is the case with this taste that has not also wanted to fade from the figure of Bram. I'm not sure that the presence of Andre later, will be able to erode in such a way that often tempestuous desires. But ... what's wrong with trying? What about Della? Should I let the girl hope to be close to Andre?

"Where, Lya? You want to, right, accept me?" Andre was pressing me again.

"Give me some time to think, Ndre. It's not as easy and it doesn't have to be that quick to make a decision. I'm a girl, Ndre," I replied as I looked around. Worried that Della's figure suddenly appeared between us.

Andre nodded a few times. "Yes, I understand that. How long?"

"I can't be sure, Ndre."

"Why?"

"Yes, God. You still have a lot to learn about the qualities of women, Ndre. I said it wasn't that easy either." I shifted my butt away from Andre who was getting stuck.

The new man realized his absurdity. He also moved a little away from my seat. "O, yes. Sorry."

"I'll wait for your answer, Lya. Until anytime," continued Andre later. I didn't answer.

"City .... "

I'm still quiet.

"Yes!"

"Andre! You .... " I'm flabbergasted. Where is that young man? .... What, disappeared? He ... he ....

"City .... "

"Om Bram" I murmured after fully awakening from the daydream. The middle-aged man smiled between the furrowed foreheads. "Who is Andre? Your boyfriend?" ask without pause.

"Really?" Mata Bram. I'm nodding. "Okay, what do you want to order?"

I gasp. "eat? Are we not .... " Put the eel hard. It's already inside the restaurant. When's arrival?

"You don't even realize the way from front to inside here, Lya? You walk alone, you know. Not Om fat," said Bram meant to joke.

I took a deep breath. My daydream completely blinded everyone. "Where's della, Om?" I tried to divert the conversation.

Bram smile. "He went to the toilet" he replied as he took a menu list on the table. "What do you want to eat?"

"It's the same with you, huh."

"Really?"

"Yes, Om."

Bram started picking one by one. "You don't eat foods that contain fat, do you?"

I turned for a moment towards the man from the top view of the phone screen. "What's the matter, Om? I .... "

Bram's eyes stared fixedly at my body that was sitting opposite. "You are young. Your body is good with exotic skin. Your face is beautiful too."

"Oh, Om Bram." Suddenly my face was burning hot. Followed by a normal heartbeat, it now begins to rumble back.

"You have to be good at taking care of yourself, Lya," Bram added.

My footprints don't feel right. Swung until it rose high. Especially ... especially ... My god! At first glance I was like seeing the left eye of the man winked with his sweet smile. Really it? Or just a hallucination of the taste that is burning this entire chest?

Ah, the more uncertain it feels in these conditions. Confused what to say, but hope that Della does not immediately rejoin us. Lho?

Pramusaji came to record the order. Shortly afterwards we hurried to leave. Suddenly silence enveloped. Until Bram said, "Andre is really nobody you, Lya?"

I raised my face. "Yes, Om?"

"Andre's."

"Why Andre, Om?" I still don't understand. The focus was on answering some instant messages on mobile phones. "That guy, really just your regular friend?"

I jerked. Didn't think Bram would ask about Andre again.

A little nervous, I tried to answer, "No, Om. Just Alya's college friend."

"Oohhm .... "

Della suddenly appeared. He looked at us both. Especially me. "What's up, huh? How, diem-dieman?" ask in a cute style. "Your face too, Cuy. Like that boiled crab."

I rubbed my face. Still feels hot. "Gerah, Del. Duh .... " I'm fanning my fingers.

"Crazy! This room is cold, it's still hot? Pain you, huh?" Della turned to look at the face of her father who pretended to be busy wiping the phone screen. "There really isn't any time Della's not here, Pah?"

Bram raised his face. "eeums? Don't know. Papah from earlier was busy opening the e-mail, dear."

Della pouting. Then come bowing your head, opening the phone screen on top of his lap. I glanced for a moment. Peeping on Della, also Om Bram. It just so happened that the man was doing the same thing. As our gazes clashed, Bram blinked his left eye.

PRAK!

"Ouch!"

"Why, Cuy?"

"My HP's down!" I ducked under the table, picking up the cell phone lying not far from my feet. Also Bram's feet. Shortly before rising to his feet, Lord .. forgive me, the tip of this eye took a glance toward the groin of Om Bram. Instantly my blood rippled towards the head and ....

DUK!

I hit the bottom of the table. "Ouch!"

"Alya!" Om Bram and Della looked down.

I chuckled while rubbing my head. Nice, dizzy!

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