Chased Om Om 2

Former Model

Om Damar turned his face from the street to look at me. "Yes .. because it has to be closed. it has to be closed. Because if the blindfolded, can be the wrong target of the treatment."

Jeez …. What I told you. Really, he gave me another answer. Really the answer to the origin of the sound! Asbuns!

I'm pissed off. "Gee! Ngaco again. Ah, I don't want to answer anymore."

Om Damar chuckled. The man parked his car in Big Star Entertainment's parking lot then he looked at me with a typical smile. His ears pointed to his cheeks. 

"Where's the prize? You lost, didn't you?" 

My eyes are rounded. What reward?

"What does it mean by .…"  I repeated the movement of his hand, pointing towards my cheek. 

The man pulled the corner of his lips, baring back a row of his white teeth. "I'm charging my present" he said once again, pointing to his cheek. 

I'm slack. "Crazy for people, just know a day already asked for a banquet. What the hell am I supposed to be?" my inner. "That's a hell of a deal! But .. hmm, I know what to do."

I wave my hand and ask him to come closer. I pulled the corner of my lips, holding back the laughter that seemed to want to jump out of my mouth. Just when the face was only a few inches away from me, I pinched his cheek with both fingers. 

"Udah, Om. This is a gift to Om Damar" I said without being able to hold back the laughter coming out of my mouth. "Ih, Om very funny, make a gemes deh. Down, yuk!" 

Without waiting for his approval, I immediately opened the car door and got down from there. While om Damar is still rubbing his cheeks which may still feel hot because of my pinch. 

The man lowered his car glass. "Near! Don't you really want to give me a gift?"

I raised one eyebrow high. "Did Om Damar want that gift on Om's other cheeks too?" ask me with a big smile. 

Facing a guy like him is difficult. Want to be rejected, the employment contract will be floated. But if left unchecked, then he will continue to ask for more. And it's very dangerous.

One thing is for sure, I must always be smarter to avoid all the wishes “si sir can not be denied” this. 

I stepped quietly, entering the office of Big Star Entertainment. Of course it didn't take long for Damar to follow behind me. 

“Pak Marcel still have guests, you can wait in the guest room.” Sister Elsy quickly stood up to greet us and ushered us into the living room in question, a room right next to Marcel's office.

Of course if there were no Damar, I could have waited while chatting with the sweet girl, but now ….

I sat in a long chair and started turning on the television with a remote in my hand. Some of the shows are on his screen. Ranging from the latest news groups to genre soap operas “Ku Cryis”. I stopped the turn of events, right on the television station that presented the cartoon. 

Om Damar sat quietly beside me. While I was looking at the scene of the cat being pricked by a little mouse. The cat ran in fear when he saw the shadow of a giant mouse on the wall.

“You like movies like this?” ask the man suddenly.

“Why Om? Any problems?” my many.

It is strange that this contract will also include films that are liked by the model. Jeez .. do I need to read every detail of the contract that I will sign? Really, it seems like he is not the same as other clients who originally presented pictures that are okay enough.

“Ngak .. no problem. Cuman ... a bit strange anyway, girls your age like to see this cartoon,” said like wrong behavior. 

“Indeed I should have seen what kind of movie?” my many.

“There's a good movie I have to show you. After the signing event we will be there,” he said. This time he decided without waiting for my approval.

“Indeed there is a movie what the hell?” my many.

The man smiled broadly. “Film. Prime airing. Even the tickets are hard to get. Full book! Don't reject me this time, or you'll really lose.”

“Ish! How can I lose anyway, Om?” my many.

“This film was even ordered by many people for its first broadcast. While we have got a pair of seats in the most comfortable place.” The man looked so confident. One of his legs rests on the other.

“Why would I say I can't come, Om?” tanyaku later.

“You must come," he said beginning to impose his will. "You could've just watched it alone."

"Donue …. But, um," I began to think of a way to reject it. "There's a task that hasn't been done yet."

"Watch it not for long, though. At least 2 hours."

Om Damar sat down. His hands were stretched out, right on the back of my sofa. I began to feel uneasy and could not find a way to reject the invitation.

"Is there anything I'm missing?" Someone's voice was behind me. 

"Twg …. Marcel ngagetin aja." 

The middle-aged man laughed. "Om surprising, what's disturbing, huh?" goda.

Om Damar chuckled. "Obviously Marcel knows, if it's disturbing." 

The middle-aged man clasped his hands. “Ih, your base ... nuts forget the peel. Inget tuh, how did you first whine for a position to be a model.”

Om Damar cleared his throat, as if a hard code for the owners of Big Star Entertainment to stop their chat. But ... hearing that Om Damar used to be one of the Big Star models, made me feel even more curious.

“Short ... briefly ...” I looked at the two men in turn. “Say once again, Om Damar is a former model of Om Marcel?”

“Ah .. ssh,” his name Om Damar. His face looks upset. While om Marcel nodded his head with a thin smile on his lips

I looked at the face of the man sitting next to me. No matter what the reason was, he seemed to want to hide that reality. Maybe something happened and he wanted to forget it.

Hmm ... it turns out that handsome face was once plastered in some tabloid with advertisements that starred. Ah ... why did I get so curious, how was his face in his youth.

Without me knowing I had been staring at that face for so long. Staring at his pair of resolute eyes, with his pointed nose, his firm jaw was adorned with fine fur that further clarified his good looks.

“Where? She's really cute, ‘kan?” 

Unconsciously I nodded my head.

“Tiara ...” call Om Marcel while waving his hand in front of my face.