Chased Om Om 2

Kan ... So Can't Sleep, Deh!

"Loh, even glare at it, anyway," protested om Damar. 

"Ish .. end of.. Tiara nanya what, Om Damar answer is different," I upset. 

“Lah, not om already answered." The man laughed widely. "You can, if you want to be your girlfriend," he repeated.

Hmm. .. It seems the more embarrassed I am, the more happy he is to tease me. Maybe I should have ventured to be braver so he wouldn't keep teasing me.

I laughed wide. "Oh my goodness Om. The hell time, Om Damar wants to date with a Tiara kayak High School boy," I said. I think this is the right answer. 

But I seem to be wrong. He is truly a man who cannot be denied. Om Damar always had a million ways to keep me from picking. 

The man looked at me this time his face revealed its seriousness and it made me stop my laughter in an instant. Whatisthis? Why does my heart beat so fast every time our sight meets? Why am I so ashamed? What is this feeling?

“Do you feel like that?” tanyakanya. 

This time my heart stopped beating. Even the clock seemed reluctant to turn, time seemed to stop moving.

“Two spaghetti carbonara, one cafe latte and one lemon tea,” said a waiter who was suddenly behind me.

“Thank you,” I said with a smile. 

“Sama-sama,” replied the waiters with a smile that was no less sweet. 

His coming was like a savior to me. Of course I have no answer to that question, because my statement is actually just a reason to avoid it.

“Huaah .. it looks good,” I said as I looked at the carbonara sauce-coated pasta on top of it. 

The man smiled broadly. “This place is close to your house, but why haven't you even been here?”

I started stirring the pasta with the sauce on it. “Ngak, Om. Tiara only eats mama's cooking and mother canteen's cooking at school." 

"If so, it means we have to eat together often like this, right," said Om Damar.

I immediately choked. The paste somehow didn't go into the right channel. I hit my chest while coughing. Oh, my God, this is torturing me. 

The man looked panicked. He stood up and I could feel a pat on my back. "Tiara .. Are you papa? Try to catch your breath."

Slowly the heat in my respiratory cavity began to subside. Om Damar sat down in front of me. "Why did you get choked up like that? Is it because you don't like eating with me?" 

I raised both my hands and swung them together. "No. No, Om. I'm just surprised, because Om said we should have eaten together a lot outside. Om kidding is too much."

"But I'm not kidding, Tiara. I need a friend" said Om Damar. "It's not comfortable to eat alone like this. Do you mind even just eating alone with me?" 

Well ... I guess. He can't stop and give up. There's always a way to force me to follow his wishes. But ... actually there is no harm anyway, if just nemani eating. 

"But Om, Tiara will have to learn" I said.

I think that's the only shortcut I can use to avoid Damar. There's no other way. 

Om Damar put down his fork. He pushed the spaghetti plate away from his face. "Yes .. I will not disturb your study time. Just calm down."

The man put his warm drink cup back on the table. He looked back at me as if there was something interesting on my face. "Tomorrow at four, right?" suddenly tanyanya.

"Yes. Why is it, Om? Didn't change the schedule?" sahutku. It's not funny that he suddenly changed his shooting hours just because of lunch.

Jesus, what the fuck? But .. yes. He said in line. Not because of anything else. It would be very strange if I were to dispute this plan. 

"Ready before four" he said firmly. 

Inevitably, I nodded my head. I have to be really careful, same with Damar. One word, it could turn into a necessity. I want to withdraw, but the contract is in sight. Ah ... never mind.

Dusk fell so fast, the day changed night. I don't know why I feel so uncomfortable. Especially if I think back to what I went through today. 

Everything feels like a dream. I never thought it would happen. Starting from Mr. Seno, the killer teacher who has always looked clean without reproach, but it turns out to save a feeling that ah. 

Then Om Damar. What the hell was in his mind? If only I could see what was in there. Is he a good guy? Or maybe he is the same as what is in the soap opera that is often seen by mama, full of intrigue to get something he wants. 

Ah ... no, no! Why would he want a boy like me? It's not that there's a lot more out there than me with sexy and challenging looks. Surely also more prepared than a childish boy like me. 

Um, but ... really not, he was just fond of me when he said he wanted to date? The hell is he serious? What if really serious dong?

My feelings are getting more and more unsettled. Jeez .… I took my pillow and I covered it in my face. Why can't I stop thinking about him? Why is his face playing in my mind?

I shook my body to sit straight on the bed. "No Tiara, don't go to ge er an! He's much older than you! He is a product advertising client that you will star in! Your relationship is just work!" 

My heart still reminds me of my position. Yeah .. at least I should be self-aware. Our relationship could not have happened. He is like the sky above, but I am only the earth. 

I threw my body back on my bed. Ah .. but why does my heart beat so hard, even just to think of him. His face kept on running through my mind, his smile. 

Knock my head with my hand. "Stop stupid! You shouldn't keep thinking about him. What if the physics formula you just learned evaporates?" my anger in my heart.

I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep in my sleep. Tomorrow is a busy day. I need to get some rest immediately so that my energy can be regrouped. 

***

"Maa ... Tiara left for school first," I shouted as I put on my backpack. 

"Is your breakfast done?" reply mama. 

As usual, you can't leave the kitchen in the morning. He was busy packing his customers' catering orders. 

"Yes ma," I said quickly.

"Be careful, honey!" my mom shouted from the kitchen. 

I'm running out of the house. Twenty minutes late. It makes me nervous, the shadow of the sanctions of school order began to cross my mind. In ping pong for just a signature and a piece of paper to be able to follow the lesson today, until the punishment of writing a sheet of lessons that were missed. Plus the minus points I got. Ah ... All this because I can't sleep think of him!

I stopped my steps right in front of the fence. 

Why is he here?

"Good!" word's short. 

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