Chased Om Om 2

Nopey, huh?

“You look beautiful today,” compliments when you see me coming up to her.

His pair of eyes did not move nor did they even blink from me. Like someone who has just met this first time, but yesterday also has met. Ah ... it's weird.

“Iya dong, Tiara kan, girl,” sahutku quickly. “Please if you want to leave now. The sooner we get things done, the sooner we get home, right?”

I see my surroundings. There was no sign of Mom. Hmm .. surely my mother has left for the market. As usual, I prefer afternoon shopping. He said anyway, so he could cut his night and stay in the morning.

“Why? Is anyone missing?” ask Om Damar.

I pulled the corner of my lips. “No, I was willing to say goodbye to Mom. But ... surely he has already left for the market.”

“Ya already, yuk.”

Om Damar opened the car door for me. The sedan-type car with a round logo symbol in blue and white in the middle is neatly parked in front of the fence of my house.

After I entered, the man hurriedly closed the door. Then he himself came in and sat in the driver's seat next to me. It seems strange enough, why a big company owner like him does not use the services of a driver. Maybe no one can stand his bad attitude. Ish...he may not be a good man.

I saw it from the corner of my eye. What if he really is a bad guy? What if he kidnaps me? Aih .… Don't-don't-don't he's one of the human trafficking syndicates.

I swallowed my saliva rough. The atmosphere became increasingly tense because bad thoughts kept coming back and forth. I should have just refused yesterday. Why the hell am I this stupid, just follow his orders, like a buffalo poked his nose.

The man cleared his throat. His voice dispersed my daydream. I nodded and spread my gaze randomly. But it seems that om Damar understands that I am in my hallucinatory world.

“Think what the hell? Tomorrow is another repeat?” ask Om Damar. His pair of eyes glanced at me, without turning his attention to the street in front of him.

“Euuuh .… Anu Om. Tiara feels weird, why don't you use a private driver anyway? Are you tired of going anywhere on your own steering wheel?” my many.

Aih .. I hope my guess is wrong. I hope he's not a bad person, like I had in mind. If he were a bad man, then my history would be finished. No one will find me and save me. I'm alone here.

Om Damar shook his head slowly. His rhythmic-sounding laughter, got into my eardrum. Sounds so crisp, so friendly and friendly.

“Do you like to be followed wherever you go? Do you like to give your safety to others?” ask her in a low tone.

“Ya ... no matter what. Not free and not delicious. Especially to someone else. Except ... if you already can't do anything, yes it must surrender, Om.” I put my shoulder down.

Om Damar pitted both fingers until sound “klak!” from the meeting of his two fingers. “That's right! As long as I can still do everything myself, I will do it myself.”

I smiled thinly. It seemed like all the anxiety I felt was unwarranted. I don't know why I feel so sure if he's been telling me everything so honestly. There's nothing to worry about!

Let my eyes out the window. There were so many people walking by. I'm getting bored, it feels like the journey to this studio is very long. I breathed stronger, so hard Om Damar turned to me.

"Why Tiara?" tanyakanya.

"No papa, Om." I pulled the corner of my lips to reveal a smile.

"Bored huh? Play guesswork yuk …."

"Euuh .. guess what? People his age, must have been crisp guesses, "my inner self. But that sentence I didn't say, just a nod that I gave in response to his invitation.

"The loser, give the prize to the winner. I go first," he said. "Do you know what the color of the wind is?"

Uh ... good gift. What part of the guess, this? Since when does the wind have color. How can he give color to a gas object? Isha! The answer must be strange.

"Diem's cigarette?" tanyakanya. "Can't answer, can you?"

"Shortly .. I thought again." I'm pissed off. "I'm thinking, how can I give color to gas."

"could. I can prove it." Om Damar laughed as if he were happy to have found a guess I could never answer.

"Yes .. clear. It's transparent!" sahutku later.

The man shook his head. "You're wrong. That's not the color."

"Bg …. What color is it? A blue? The green? Ah …. About Damar ngaco, uh!" my annoyance.

"Where is this? Didn't you give it up?" ask Om Damar. "Inget yes, the loser gives a prize to the winner."

"Euuh ... Where is there? It's just that, it's just that," I said. "Om Damar isn't exciting ah."

"Hmm ... Surrender, right? If you give up, tell me the answer." The man chuckled, as if excited to give a question that had no answer.

"Now ah!" I crossed my hands in front of my chest in annoyance.

"You know, if it's a scrap man. It's a cold, what color?" said later.

"Red!" sahutku.

"Well …. Kan's. The wind is red" he said proudly.

"Wind what? His back? Ish ... That's because it was scraped, Om. Ah, cheating," I protested.

Om Damar laughed widely, showing off his rows of white and neatly arranged teeth. His hands stretched out and began to shuffle my hair. Ah …. It seems like he has a habit of ruining people's appearance.

"Yes, yes. Another question is, why do doctors close their mouths when they are doing medical treatment?" Om Damar again gave a riddle.

"Let no virus or bacteria infect you, Om," I replied.

I pulled the corner of my lips. This time my answer is correct. He couldn't have said that my answer was wrong. Unless he is ….

"Wrong!"

My smile faded away. Oh, my God, does he really want to play me?

"Byeah! Kok …."

"Yes, wrong." The man laughed. "It looks like I'll get the reward."

"Ish .. I won't be able to win if Om Damar keeps cheating" I protested once again.

Of course I don't want to lose. Who would want to lose by admitting the truth of that ridiculous answer. But ... If not because the doctor is afraid of contracting the virus or bacteria the patient, then what is the answer?

He really made me curious, although I was very sure the answer must be the same as the first puzzle earlier.

"Lah ... continue if not for fear of being infected, then what is Om?" my many.

Om Damar glanced at me. "Related, are you blush?"

I nodded my head quickly. "What dong? Ih, just be curious."