BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 6

B U C I N (6)

Author: Daoed Soelaeman Shobari

At half-twelve in the night, I was still awake. From earlier trying to close the eyes, hoping drowsiness soon came to hit. It hard. There is, even petals feel sore. Rolling to all corners of the mattress, looking for a comfortable position, still what I hope does not arrive. Ah, I don't know what this taste is? Guerrilla wild imagination haunts the whole head. Drawing a trace of eye view of the incident in the restaurant earlier. That man, Om Bram, often looks at me full of charm. Brownish netra hairy lentic accompanied by a naughty grin teasing, able to freeze the nerves in this body. My power controls every movement, until the weak shakes tear down the body.

PRANGS!

Duh, this is the second time I dropped the tablespoon. The first is of course still quite a lot of reasons if asked. This time? I don't know what kind of answer came out of my mouth?

Della looked at me in wonder. "It's why, anyway, Lya? Parkinson you?" ask the girl while chewing the food.

"Guus!" Bram. The man's eyes glared at his beloved daughter. Della grins.

"I'm sorry .." I said after picking up the spoon under the table. The previous silly thing never wants to be repeated. Glancing to a less important point. Like earlier, Om Bram's groin. The heat!

"New cake, here, Cuy. Not that one. Dirty." Della thrusts a spoon and fork out of the middle of the table.

"Thank you, Del."

I don't dare look at Om Bram. Horrified. Worry the flamboyant male's eyes are back 'wins'. Could suddenly faint this body soul. The danger!

Suddenly the back of Della's palm landed on my forehead. So fast and unexpected. Instantly I was surprised and asked, "What's the matter, Del?" seraya brushed off his arm. He frowned for a moment. "Cock, angel? You fever?" tanyanya.

"What, anyway?" I frowned. Curious also groped the face area. Aye! Kinda warm. Not because of illness, but because of ...

"Are you really not sick, Cuy?" Della still can't believe it. "Endaaakkk!" I answered without daring to try to glance at Om Bram. The danger!

"Kok, you got a red face?" ask Della back.

Dih, he's not satisfied with the interrogation. "I eat sambel, Della. You didn't see this?" Without a second thought I took a container of sambal, then poured a spoonful after a spoonful of rice. "Now! Nih! Nih! This too! This is! This .... "

"Stop Alya! What the fuck?" Spontaneous Om Bram got up from sitting, then held my hand with his strong fingers. "Already! It's already! Why is it like this?"

My blood stopped flowing. Freeze this body movement. Silence with a gaping mouth. The clutches of the fingers .. like a powerful electric shock, until I get electrocuted. The bay!

"Lya ... " call Della in shock to see my condition that looks convulsing. "Yes!"

I could only move my tail and ask with my mouth still open, "What?"

"You have ayan's disease?" Della grimaces horrified.

"Damn it! You're being insolent!" I said suddenly, then punched Della in the shoulder many times.

"Oh, geez! My pain, Cuy!" the girl shouted as she shifted away from me. "Gue, right, just kidding. Haha."

Om Bram just shakes his head at our behavior. While the rice plate was full of sambal earlier, he had kept it away from me. "Already! It's already! You two are like a child," cried Om Bram sober me.

"Sorry, Om. I'm sprained." I was looking for a rice plate that had disappeared. "Where was my problem, huh?"

Della's still giggling. Not satisfied, he teased me.

Om Bram is throwing out a new plate. "just change. Danger if you eat rice. Full of sambal so," said Bram while paying attention to my attitude that began to be nervous. "Your beauty will fade, Lya."

Suddenly I lost consciousness. So fast it happened. This vision suddenly blackened, dense. Next don't know what's going on. Except for hearing Della's scream, "Alya .... !!!"

NATHANNEGGG ... THUMPED UP!

World oil.

How long unconscious I don't know. Until then slowly this eardrum hears subtle sounds and the aroma of chemical drugs. "Well, he's human, sir."

"Alya .... " Large and heavy sound.

"Cuy .... " This one's a crisp sound. Remember who the owner is.

I tried to open my eyes. Slowly. Still biased. Then those faces, staring intently full of question marks.

"You're feeling a little better now, Alya?" bram asked, helping me to get up.

"Where am I, Om?" I swept the entire corner of the room, and also the figure in all-white clothes behind the table there. The doctor? Injectable mantri? Or professor? The bidatnya, you know, similar to the counter storefront pulse seller. Shiny glare!

"You're in the clinic again" Bram replied slowly. Very close to my ear.

"Why am I here?" I'm still confused.

Bram took a breath, then just blew it away. Breezy sweeping my hair. Like being caressed by .. ah, another hallucination. I need to be strong now. "So you passed out at the restaurant" Bram replied back.

Yeah, God. His breath was so hot. Hot ... hot .. hot ... felt burning my skull.

"Oh, so?"

"Yes." Yeah."

I tried to put the swinging leg off the patient's check bed. Descending down. Bram meant to help by holding my shoulder. "Yinjangaannn!" Unaware I screamed, the slippery bald doctor behind the table was aghast. He looked at me in wonder. Still holding a pen that left a long line on the paper.

Della was surprised. It was almost a phone that he was playing with regardless of the grasp. "Why else, Cuy? Nerve flu?" della asked while crossing her index finger on her own forehead.

"Hehe," I grinned. "sorry. Spontaneity."

"Okay .. okay," Bram replied with both hands expanding and retreating away.

It was completely out of control. Afraid Om Bram will touch me back. Worry will make this blood flow suddenly stop completely. It was reflexively shouting. Hahey!

"Boy father's blood pressure is low. Maybe fatigue or something else is affecting it" the bald doctor explained, writing something on new paper. The one that had been cut long was thrown away, as a result of being surprised by my screams.

'Yes, doc. That factor is ... the person who is by my side right now, ' I said inwardly without daring to glance sideways. There's Bram there.

"You have a history of diseases that have been suffered before, Neng?" ask the doctor later. "There was. Stomach pain," I replied slowly.

"Yes, maybe it's caused by a buildup of gas in the stomach. Difficulty passing wind and pressing on the intestinal organs and skin of the stomach," said the doctor.

"What's the connection to stomach pain, doc?" della suddenly interjected. "Cock, so to the gas? Hard to fart mean?"

The doctor gawked. "So this Neng said bloating, right?"

Della patted the jidat. "Hummer, doc! Bounce! Mag disease!" The girl raised the volume of her voice. "Buskey, man!"

"Della!" Bram reminded me.

Doctor chuckles. "Oh, hull? I think it was bloated. Sorry .... " He fixed the ear plugs of the hearing aid in his ear hole. "sorry. My hearing aid was suddenly less sensitive. Maybe batrenya ngedrop due to the scream of this Neng earlier. Hehe. Sorry."

Bram and Della looked at each other with a moaning mimic. Baffled. While I myself try to restrain myself, so that this laughter is not enough. Could Om Bram have mistakenly taken me to the wrong place? What kind of clinic is this?

On the way home, I was quieter. Not daring to glance or steal a glance like before at the man. The vow! I fear. Do not know why, every time close and smelling the scent of papah Della, this self suddenly weakened, nervous, idiot, misbehavior, as well as a myriad of other annoying flavors. In love? Maybe more than that. Crazy one! This is called first love. I really don't know, because a lifetime has never felt this big.

I stepped outside the room. Dreary. There were only a few small lights left to light up from the direction of the basement. Hurry down the stairs with small steps. I fear that these traces will make a sound.

Pretty hot air tonight. My throat feels like it's drying. It took several sips of cold water, to repel the thirst that was increasingly torturous.

I slowly set foot into the kitchen. Directly to the refrigerator. Hunting cold mineral water bottles. The sound of the refrigerator door screams sounded loud in the middle of silence. Or is it just my feelings for worrying about waking up the next room occupants.

"Alya .... "

I almost choked. The voice suddenly echoed right behind. Spontaneous twisting of the body and ....

"Omm?" I'm appalled. Om Bram was standing looking at me. Only wear short and tight bokser pants. Bare chest with a little wet gloss, exposed to dim light. Maybe sweat. I ... ah, NO! Don't stare at that body for long. Must be focused and conscious. Complete self-control so as not to weaken fall. Fainting or something.

"Why are these nights in the kitchen?" bram asked in a heavy voice, piercing my eardrum. Instantly this heart was pounding.

"Drink, Om. Thirsty," I replied, closing my eyes. I hope I can stay in that position. Prickles.

"Oh ... "short Bram timpals. "Alya .... "

Duh, that voice. Slowly but syahdu. I need to keep my mind focused on the eyelid spot, so as not to open. For a second.

"Alya .... "

Oh, geez! He hasn't left yet? What do you want, anyway, to call me? "Yes, Om .... "

"I want to .... "

"Don't, Om! Please, no!"

"Alya!"

"Don't touch me, Om. Please!"

"I want to drink too. You've been working on the refrigerator door, Lya."

"Well?!" I just realized, then quickly shifted to the side. If advanced can be severe, the collision with the wet and hairy body. Wuih, it's very dangerous. "Oh, sorry, Om. Ow."

"Why are you, anyway? How, from that moment on the brim? Sleepy? Yes, it's sleeping there," said Bram accompanied by kekehannya.

Yes, I need to get out of this place immediately. Go to sleep and hope that you will no longer have strange dreams like a few days ago. "Good, Om. Alya went to sleep again. Good night, Om."

"Night too, Alya."

I immediately rushed to leave the man. Keep your eyes closed. Close the ears so as not to hear the sound of him calling back. Never try to look, let alone steal the scenery behind the short and tight bokser pants. Anyway I ....

DUK!

"Ouch!"

"Why, Lya?" ask Bram from a distance.

Damnit damnit! My head hit the wall near the stairs. Just walk while you close your eyes.

"You're okay, right?" ask Bram back.

"It's okay, Om. Only because of the dark," I replied accordingly. "My head is dizzy .... " The latter is enough in the heart.

Finally with great difficulty while holding back the dizzy, until I was also in front of the door of Della's room. I don't want to sleep alone tonight. Worried about being carried by a blanket made from synthetic fur.

GECK! GECK! GECK!

"Della, open the door, dong."

Long time no answer. Repeat, "Della. I want to sleep in your room, Del."

Before long the door opened. "Ngapain, anyway, lu? Malem-malem noisy!"

"I want to sleep with you. In your room," I whined as I rubbed the head that had clashed with the wall.

Della looked at my head. "What's in your room? So it's the head, why is it also rubbed? Ngigo's elu?"

I thought for a moment. "I had a nightmare. My head is up to a shock. I'm scared, Del."

"Hhmmm .. is it just a dream?" Della sneers. "Whether there's a hairy prince in your room?"

"Fairy prince?" I'm rattled. I don't think he meant his papa. That means Della's already kissing gagat I like ....

"I mean .. genderuwo, Cuy! Ahaha!" Della answered with her laugh.

Ah, thank goodness. Not what I expected. Still safe!

"Basic you!"

"Yes, already. Come inside. Mollor."

"Yes, Del."

I entered Della's room with relief. I was worried about his words. Or will he know about my feelings for Om Bram one day? Dangerous!

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