Chased Om Om 2

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A smile on his lips. “If I could, I want a moment's pause at this time, Tiara. Because I want to be with you longer. Like this time," he said. He just wanted me to hear his words.

Ah .... Of course, this room is too dense. Everyone can hear that phrase. He would feel ashamed, especially if one of them knew him.

"You're sure, Ren. She's coming to your birthday tomorrow?" 

I was shocked to hear that voice. That voice is the voice I know. That's Raka's voice! Oh, my God, it's a good thing I'm standing behind them. I hope they don't know of my presence here.

"Remain sure, because I've wanted Shinta to drag him to come. That's why I want a table reservation for us tomorrow."

Damn, there's Darren anyway. Duh .. woe if they both knew I was here, same om-om anyway. Apes really, in a city this big, could have met them here. If they both knew I was with Damar, they would have told Shinta this. And ... No one can guarantee that this secret won't spread to the rest of the school.

"Are we watching that movie premiere. The horrors of his filmmaking cost him a total of millions of dollars."

The deg!

Are they going to see the same movie as me? Ouch ... must die, sooner or later they will see me. 

"It seems you can't, Ka. I checked yesterday through an online book application. The seat is full book. It's crazy not." 

This time I breathe a sigh of relief. Just need to hide away for a little while longer, and I'm free of them. I lowered my face, went back to hiding behind the sturdy body of om Damar. 

A clanking sound was heard. Elevator door opens. Some of the people inside rushed down and some got into the elevator. We also returned crammed. Even they came in and made me almost fall because of their insistence. Om Damar quickly held me back. His hands are now on my waist. 

God, why are they so brutal. The elevator is the only way to go up. There are escalators in some other places. 

But I felt quite relieved that I no longer heard their voices. It seems like the two of them have already gotten off the elevator. This means that the situation is safe.

I shouldn't have to pound like this. Aih ... This hand why keep sticking on my waist, anyway. I don't know what, if it feels bad. 

I held that hand to release it. But om Damar like reluctant to let go. Now his hands are holding both of my hands.  

The elevator door returned to hear the sound of clinking. The sound of the show is heard. The few people who had been jostling in, now started to empty the small space inside the elevator. 

Om Damar who still won't let go of my hand, took me out of the elevator. 

"Lepasin om, shy around people." I tried to get my hand out of his hand.

"Sst .. so many people. What if you know you're missing?" he asked as if I was a little boy who would get lost in the middle of the forest. 

"Geez, Tiara is not a child, Om," I said with a chuckle.

Om Damar still did not let go of his hand. He calmly led me to a studio. Even I was astonished when some of the workers at the venue bowed respectfully.

"Om Damar, don't we buy a ticket first?" I asked when the guy just walked into a studio. 

"The ticket is full book, Tiara. We'll watch her stand up, yeah .. on the back." The man laughed. 

"Gee! No, ah, we go home. No papa, but not premier. We'll watch it sometime." I held back my steps, asking her to cancel her wish. 

"God! Why is gini so quiet?" My pair of eyes were round looking at the room filled with rows of empty chairs leaping over it. 

Om Damar led me to sit in the middle, the best-viewed chair in the studio. "I told you, this is the premiere. So before a film is played in this building, it must be screened in advance for a feasibility check before the audience consumes it." 

I nod my head. Oh, so before the premiere that many people consume, they always check the quality of the show. 

But .. isn't that enough to look at a few minutes. Why they want to waste time by playing each film for two hours to ensure the quality of the image and sound. Hmm .. This is weird! 

Never mind, why am I thinking about things that are not so important. 

Shortly after, the film began. Only one woman came in to send us a snack. Hmm. .. I am not sure if this film is played just for checks worth appearing alone. 

But .. ah, it's impossible. Where maybe om Damar deliberately booked this full studio just for the two of us. Impossible. Just thinking like this, I feel like I'm too kegeeran. Jesus, stop your silly thoughts, Tiara! 

Suddenly the man brought his face closer. "Tiara, in your opinion, will the girl know the identity of the male protagonist?" whisper in my ear. 

I frowned at me. "The director should have made it that way." 

"Then will their story continue, after the girl finds out her identity?" whisper it again.

"Entahlah ...," I said later.

"If you were in his position, what would you do?" ask him again. 

Questions that made me feel sad. Had I been that girl, getting sincere love from the man who would have even given up his life as long as the girl survived. Should she hate him just because of his past?

"See, maybe I'll stay away from her. But .. ah, such a man is very rare," I replied.

"Did you like that type of guy?" 

I smiled broadly. "All girls would love a guy like that. Just how the two of them took off all the memories of his past events."

"What about me? Do you think I fall under the criteria of a man of dreams?" ask him for the umpteenth time.

I laughed chuckling. "of course. I'm a little surprised, why isn't Om Damar married? Don't tell me that no girl wants to be with Om" I said later.

"Of course, you're right. But …." Om Damar shook his head. 

I shook my head. "Why Om? Don't they fit in the criteria for the dream girl Om?"

Om Damar smiled wryly.

"Then, Om must lower the criteria of the dream girl Om. Remember Om, perfection belongs only to the above." 

"Don't worry. I've found the girl, Tiara." The man smiled meaningfully.