Chased Om Om 2

Om Damar

I became misbehaved. Of course this is all because of Damar. Aih ... Now he's making those indistinct smiles. No doubt, because of the words of Marcel.

Why my body movements can not be synchronized anyway, the same as my brain. Overall. Why do I play so I get questions like that.

"Euuh .. about Marcel. We sign the contract, yuk." I'll stand up quickly.

But something that happened really did look very silly and embarrassing. Why the hell, om Damar follow standing. Kan ... So my lips are no longer holy. It was a very good first kiss, same om-om. Although he is handsome and as cool as anything, but right ….

Om Marcel cleared his throat over and over again like he was laughing at us. Of course he thinks we must be very funny. But ... This is totally cheating. 

Om Damar pulled the corner of his lips. "Thank you, this is a gift for guessing, right?"

Oh, my God, really bad. He purposely stole that kiss, didn't he? Don't-don't .. he was on purpose. I'm pissed off. 

"Where are the gifts forcibly taken. It's called theft, Om," I protested. "Ah .. Om Damar wants to ruin my first kiss, right?"

Suddenly the man grabbed me, putting both of his hands right on my cheeks. And then he landed his kiss just like that, without a burden or even a shred of doubt. 

It felt warm when something soft was stuck to my lips. And somehow my heart seemed uncontrollable, like it was rumbling and the pounding became disorganized.

I pushed her body and shifted away. I see my surroundings. Heh! Where did Marcel disappear to? I think this is all they did on purpose. It really pisses me off. 

This time I no longer speak of my protest. I immediately came out of the living room, towards the office of om Marcel. Of course I can't let Marcel wash his hands of what happened, when his client harassed his model. 

"Om, how come it's gini anyway? Tiara was willing to be contracted for an advertising model or be made into harassment material anyway," I protested just as my legs stood before the middle-aged man.

Om Marcel smiled broadly. "Sepent ... a minute, don't get mad. Sit down, let's have a good conversation."

The middle-aged man put down a folder containing a contract agreement letter. I read every point written on that many sheets. Everything is still the same as the agreement I signed. 

"I will sign this contract, as long as it guarantees that there will be no abuse as written in Roman two, point four point two." I stared intently at the face of the middle-aged man before me.

The man nodded his head in agreement. "Protection on every model of mine, that's for sure they get. Don't worry, Tiara," he said to reassure my decision.

Yes, but later, I can still demand protection from the agency. 

Without thinking any longer, I immediately put a paraph in each contract letter and a signature on a stamp at the end of the contract. Done it. I pulled the corner of my lips to reveal a smile. I gave the contract letter that I had smeared my mark of approval to Marcel.

"Promise yes, Om. Tiara will ask for protection. Lagian ... Tiara is still a minor," I said reaffirming one of the contents of the contract letter.

"Yes, except ..," said om Marcel hanging over the cheek of a smile that seemed to mock me. "Unless the model enjoys it." 

"Of! Ish ... get me the contract, I'm not going" I'm upset. 

But nimbly the middle-aged man stuffed the signed document into his desk drawer. 

"No way, Tiara. You have to be professional. Documents you have approved must be executed." A smile spread on his lips. "Just like me, I will definitely keep all our agreements."

"Not to be pursued." That voice sounded behind me. "He's not going anywhere. He's been a dozen years a waiter for this building."

"Damn you!" The middle-aged man threw the paper ball he was squeezing as an outlet of his frustration. "You're saying I'm a ghost blau, that is. Fortunately you are my client. If not ... run out, it's you," said the middle-aged man.

Om Damar chuckled. Both of his hands landed on my shoulders. The man did not even show any emotion about the event that had just happened. As if nothing had ever happened between us, I could judge him by his loose laughter. 

"So how's Tiara? Is the contract signed?" Om Damar shifted our conversation topic.

"Here, now I want …."

"We're leaving now yes" he said, breaking off a sentence I hadn't finished saying. 

"Okay," Iid. Of course I know, it's a code for me, it's time we saw the premiere movie he was talking about.

"Eh, where are you going?" Om Marcel looked at us in turn. 

I furrowed a pair of my eyebrows as a code for om Marcel to block our departure. But again I was wrong. 

"Udah .. Om keep the goal. Don't let it go, Om!" seloroh om Damar's. His hand snickered my hand out of the room. 

"But Tiara won't come with Om. Tiara wants to go home" I said firmly.

The man looked at me with both hands holding my shoulder. "I brought you out of the house, so I am also obliged to take you back to your house. I'll never let you wretch while you're near me. So ... Tiara, stay by my side."

"Jeez ... are you going to be the sweetest couple of the century?" Om Marcel clenched his hands together as if he was looking at a moving movie scene. 

Jeez .. What the fuck is this? Sweetest what? Crazy is there! Is he trying to apply to be my personal bodyguard? Really crazy! Why would I accept a perverted bodyguard like him.

I removed the link of his hand on my shoulder. "Yes, let's go home." I finally gave up. 

I'm not giving up this time. Next time I'll book an accommodation from an online app only, do it. I don't want this reason to repeat itself and repeat itself. 

Om Damar smiled triumphantly. His face was radiant like one who won the lottery. 

"That movie you must really like. The director is very famous" he said as he began to rotate the control of his four-wheeled vehicle.

"Om, Tiara won't watch. Tiara just wants to go home," I refused without a doubt.

Om Damar took a long breath. I saw him start to organize his feelings so as not to vent his frustration over my rejection.

"Tiara" said the owner of the baritone voice as gently as possible. "I like you. Since the first time we met, I fell in love with you. Please give me a chance to show you how I feel."

The deg!