BUCIN (SLAVE OF LOVE)

Chapter 7

B U C I N (7)

Author: Daoed Soelaeman Shobari

Dilematis .. that is the most appropriate word to draw the current condition of my heart. Falling deeply in love with a male figure. Either because of his physical or his attitude all this time? I'm confused myself. At a young age and have never had a serious relationship with any man, this feeling suddenly burst so close to him. Bramanditya. A man of over forty years of age with all his aura and charm. Be able to make the eyes blind and eliminate sanity instantly. Sounds weird and unusual. But that's what happened.

One of my fatal mistakes —maybe— started when I knew Della. Being friends is inseparable, and then accepting her offer to stay together. It was only intended to minimize financial expenses, because it must really save on living in the middle of the big urban nuances like today. In fact, from there, it was met with things that could make me depressed at any time. Tormented withstanding the rumble in the chest, each time Bram met. Is this love or lust?

Could it be because I have not felt the warmth of a father for a long time? So sad that it can not be forgotten until now. Losing a role model figure at a time when this body is still growing. Longest stiff and cold without being able to say goodbye or hug tightly for the last time. I just cried and cried in the wake of Mbok. The elderly woman who also followed the departure of the Father shortly before the announcement of my high school graduation.

The aroma of warm and so soothing feels sticky when you know Om Bram. It fills almost every cavity of the heart that is long untouched. Along with the turmoil of maturity that increasingly makes me need will be the presence of a dream man. I don't know, this choice fell on him. Not Andre the man of European blood, nor Ryan, the young man of my age who once made me almost lose my chastity.

"Sorry, Alya. I don't want to ruin your life and my life. Our future," Ryan said as he took off his crib on my body that was almost plain.

"Ryan ... " call me slowly. Protesting the young man's treatment puffed up a hug. "Do as you please. I .... "

"No, Lya. I'm sorry, I can't" Ryan said.

"Ryan .... " I tried to pull his body closer, but he refused.

The young man threw a bottle of drink at the edge of the bed, then said, "All because of this curse drink! I don't intend to fuck you, Lya. I was just trying to prove the effects of a drug given by one of my friends." Ryan snorted loudly. "My target isn't really you, Lya. But ... Ratna!"

"I don't care what you're talking about, Ryan," I said, still pulling his body. "I just want you."

Ryan pushed my body back to the point of falling on the bed. "No, Lya. I'm sorry."

"Come, Ryan. I can't stand it."

I have to accept the young man's rejection. This brain is hard to control. My femininity is getting stronger. Forgetting the shame that is supposed to protect chastity and muruah. It all happened after a few moments of sipping Ryan's drink. Slowly but surely, anxiety engulfs desire. Expect her fingers and lips to continue down this sensitive area of the body.

"Replace your clothes, Lya. I don't want what we're doing to be known to Ms. Bariah. The owner of my rented house." Ryan handed me a shirt that had missed earlier. He got up while pulling back his pants that had sagged to the knee. Then rushed to get a glass of mineral water to drink. "Come, I'll take you home until your contract. Mumpy not yet morning."

Half-conscious, I obeyed Ryan's request. The mind was chaotic and still under the influence of the medicine he was referring to.

"Ryan .... " I hugged the young man as he was about to help me stand up. "I want to .... "

"Alright, Lyah. Come on, let's go home" Ryan brusquely brushed aside my arms.

Fucking men! Not know yourself! He forced me to drink mineral water in that bottle. Now it is as if not guilty to let the turmoil of this desire stomp strong. Or maybe he's not normal?

"Between we never had any relationship, Lya. We're just regular friends. Besides ... I don't have any taste for you. I'm sorry, yes," Ryan said after arriving to take me to the front door of the boarding house, using his motorcycle. "I'm going home, yeah, Lya."

The young man gasped as soon as I entered the room. Lying on a mattress with the rest of a strange feeling caressing each joint. So long for the soft touches along the curves of my body. Only able to hug the bolster tightly, until drowsiness came ambushing.

After that incident, Ryan seemed to try to avoid every time he wanted to cross paths with me. There are only reasons that are stated if asked to speak with four eyes. Until then, we never again say hello. Everything came back as it was. Silence like never meeting each other at all. Disappointed? Actuallyno. After all, I didn't put any feelings on him before. Just furious because he had touched some of this body for free.

My days were spent restless and uninspired. That is why, more at home living in the library than mingling with other college friends. Besides for reasons of economic efficiency, also because it wants to return to the initial intention to really learn for the future. That's where I met Della. Beautiful girl in white, rich man's son, but closed off from the association. No close friend or lover has ever been seen. Weird ....

From my closeness to Della, another man began to approach. It was Andre. A pretty odd friendship. Where Andre's attitude looks ordinary, not so with Della. I thought, that girl is like harboring another taste and hope towards that man. Behind the nature of 'jaim' and often shows hostility, there are seeds of love that dwell in his heart. Eye bias is difficult to lie, even though oral says no. Unfortunately, the signals were not able to be translated Andre. He was trying to touch my ice.

Now the key to the problem is within my grasp. Accepting Andre's presence at the risk of injuring Della, or surviving in solitude but suffering hides this feeling in Bram. Both options would obviously make the girl angry. He won't let any woman get close to his papa. Also see a loved one falling into the arms of his own best friend. While Bram, I think, has the same feeling. The hallucinations? Ah, the treatment of men with hairy chest is not feasible if it is referred to as the relationship between the father and the adopted child. The kid? Yeah, like Della said a while back. That teasing blink of an eye was one response to the rejection of Bram's sincerity of 'adopting' me. I wanted to ask him, but I didn't dare. Wh-wh-what for?

Damnit damnit! It's all so fucked up like this. One way I have to get away from both of their lives, Bram and Della. Go back to the boarding place and live life in solitude.

"City .... " One voice breaks my daydream.

"Np .... " I call that name so turning over. Find the male figure that always makes this chest rumble. He's standing right behind me.

"Why are you doing these nights on the porch?" Bram looked around. Maybe I was making sure I was alone there.

I smile. Subjugating face. Didn't want Bram to notice the look on my grim face. "It's okay, Om. Just want to be alone. I can't sleep" I replied.

He was standing right next to me. Only able to pass through his shoulders while lined up like this. Really high and have to raise your head if you want to face each other. Especially more than that.

Yeah, God! What kind of thoughts are in the head of these nights. Why is that and always? Is there nothing else?

Me? It's not like Bram used that word. 'I' or 'Om' who she likes to wear when talking to me. Now then? Why so?

"I mean, Om?" I was curious about the word 'thief' that Bram said to me just now.

The man smiled. That's what I saw when I dared to look. Just momentary. But the result .... The entire blood flow in the body instantly heats up.

"You are the thief of this house, Lya," Bram replied still I do not understand.

"Alya doesn't understand what Om means."

Bram's hand touched my shoulder. Oh, naw! Strengthen me, Lord. Don't fall unconscious like yesterday. Staying afloat, focused, aware, and in full control.

"Della ... my daughter," said Bram at last. It disappointed me a little bit to hear that answer. "Your presence in this house, I see has made her happy."

"Like that, huh, Om?" I swallowed spit. Bitterer.

Jemari Bram squeezed the flesh of my shoulder. Hopefully not to make this leg defense collapse. The blood started to move up the head.

"She's my only daughter. Long ago left my wife's house. Since then, Della has rarely wanted to play and hang out with her peers. I was the only one he considered a friend, on the side as a papah. It went on until he grew up like he is today" Bram said, closing his body to me. Uh, just hang on and eling, Alya! "But since you have been around, his attention to me has somewhat diminished. On the other hand I feel very happy, Lya. But I'm also .. jealous."

Suddenly I want to look. Look up. Looked at the man's face close. "I mean, Om?" Again, I don't understand the last Bram word.

"Yes, I'm jealous because you stole Della's heart. She's very dear to you, Lya." Bram's breath hit my face. Warm and appetizing. Yeah, God! That lagikah? "That never happened to Della. He was very protective of all the women around me. He didn't want any other woman to take me from his side. Even against Bi Mamas himself. You know, don't you, who's Bi Mamas?"

I'm nodding. I don't want this eye out of his eyeball. Opportunity. While there and near. Rarely, right? Or will it never happen again?

"Della likes you a lot. He wants you to always be here with us. Until anytime, Lya," continued Bram said.

"Thank you for the kindness of Om and Della all this time. Alya is very lucky to be close to people as good as Om and Della" I stammered. Bram's finger movements on the shoulder change to a subtle touch. I try as much as I can to stay afloat.

Bram smile. Suddenly the fingers of his other hand swung to touch my chin. "You're beautiful, Lya. Smart, diligent, kind and .... "

My heart is beating fast. Expect not to ambrol break the ribs and ravage the chest contents. It's totally beyond belief. The touch ... instantly made the face heat up. Stinging to boil the sweat point that began to infiltrate my armpits. Thankfully, I did not use powder. Worrying later will be processed BURKET.

" ... and what, Om?" I suddenly wanted to close my eyes. Wishing the man's breath to come closer and closer.

A little while Bram noticed my eyeballs. "It's okay, Lya. I just .... "

"What's all, Om?" insist curious. Want to immediately complete this chat until it continues on other episodes.

"No. It's okay."

A lie! The eyes said there was something else he was hiding. Also his jakun who went down when he looked at me. Bram is not honest.

"Om ... " call me slowly.

"Hhhhhhh."

Suddenly I wanted to ask. Courage that just appears on the verge of the defense of the body is increasingly weakened. "Is this Alya really considered to be his own biological child for Om Bram?"

Bram smiled sweetly. "I love you, Lya."

Oh, naw! I really can't take it anymore. Instantly the footrest seemed to float. Vision fades and turns dark. Until finally all disappeared along with the thick that enveloped the consciousness.

Don't know what's going on. How long. I opened my eyes in a room I had never seen before. Om Bram's room? Might as well. The mattress is so soft. Fragrant. Then ... My eyes hit the figure sitting near my feet. Gently and slowly. I ....

Yeah, God! Am I in the room of heaven? Hope not to recover this consciousness soon. He fainted and had a dream with the man. Let it linger too, the important thing is only me and Om Bram. But it was only an instant. Until a thunderous sound like lightning strikes the soul.

"Fuck!"

That's Della's voice. He stood in the doorway of the open room. Random waist accompanied by a glint of wrathful eyes.

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