Chased Om Om 2

Waiting for you my whole life

My pair of eyes were rounded when I saw the figure of the man talking to me on the phone, already right in front of me. The three-meter distance that separated us, did not feel enough to dampen the anxiety in my heart. 

"Have you got the phone?" Darren's voice suddenly sounded behind me. 

I nervously turned my back and answered her question. 

"Euuh .. m–maaf. Not that I want to mess up on your birthday. But .. I'm not feeling well." I'm looking for a reason to escape the event I actually avoided.

Darren put his hand on my forehead. For a moment his forehead creased. He could have known, if in fact I just wanted to avoid him.

“Cold! Are you exhausted? I'll drive you home, will I?” he asked with a panicked face. 

I grabbed the arm of the young man who was about to re-enter the restaurant to disperse his show. 

“No... no! You don't need to take me home,” my words get in the way of his wishes. “I'm not papa, really. I can go home by myself.”

The young man still looked at me seriously. “T–tapi ..”

“Do you have the heart to disperse this event just to take me home?” my many. 

The man looks increasingly upset. His face looked more agitated. 

I pulled the corner of my lips and nodded slowly. “Enter. Don't disappoint those who have been hard-earned to come here to celebrate the joy with you.”

The young man scratched his head which I was sure did not itch. “OK, but …. Ah, okay. I'll call you later,” he said later.

I nodded my head. “Now come in,” I said as I waved my hand. 

For a moment the young man seemed to frown, like he was reconsidering the decision he had taken. Before long she pulled the corner of her lips and smiled thinly while waving her hand. 

Kuhela took a deep breath. Thank God, everything will be fine. There's nothing to worry about, everything's gonna be fine. I slowly moved my feet away from the restaurant. 

“Dia ...your lover?” That voice sounded so close to me. 

“Om Damar! Stop following me,” my annoyance.

The man set his pace balancing with my step speed. Nonchalantly and indifferently as if there was no one around me, I continued to step up.

“Not bad at all. It looks like it will be my arch rival,” he said as if I had agreed to the question earlier. 

I stopped my steps. I narrowed my eyes at the face of the man who kept teasing me. 

“I don't intend to date anyone. Not Om Damar and not Darren!” I said a little rough.

“Aaah …. So his name is Darren.” The sturdy man was bearded as if trying to brazen the name in his brain. 

“Aaah. Om Damar will not understand,” I said desperately and again walked towards the descending escalator. 

This time I did not use the elevator. Of course because I don't want to be stuck back in that little room with him. I remember yesterday I wasn't in there. 

“Tiara …. Listen to me.” The man grabbed my arm and pulled me in his arms. “I don't know what you just saw. But one thing you need to know, you misunderstood.”

“Om, lastin!” my spoken. Both of my hands pushed her body away from me. “Release no!”

"Ssh ...," he hissed to calm me down. "Tiara, please."

Oh, my God, this is really embarrassing. I can imagine all the visitors could have been watching us. Why the hell, he uses all hugging events. What does he think is playing soap opera?

"Udahan, yuk is angry. We're home." Om Damar loosened his embrace. Now his hand clasped my hand tightly as if afraid I would disappear if he took it off for a second. 

*** 

I remained silent throughout the journey. While Om Damar occasionally looked at me with a smile on his lips. Of course it makes me even more upset. 

"What do you actually see? Which one am I with?" suddenly tanyanya. 

"Gee! What am I now?" my annoyance. 

The man stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of my head. "That's not a statement, but a question" he said, chuckling. "Now tell me what you saw." 

"Make what? No problem, I want to walk with anyone. Om has a right to it" I replied without telling her the truth. 

"Jeez, Tiara .. Tiara." The man shook his head while laughing. He pulled out his vehicle before stopping it. Then Om Damar just got out of his car. 

He turned and stopped at my door. "Come down, there's something I want to show you."

The man opened the car door for me. 

Heh! Is he angry? Is he upset because I keep getting angry at him? Why did he ask me to come down? Is he going to leave me stranded on the streets?

All right, no problem. I'm not a kid who gets lost even in my own town. Without fear, I got out of the car.

The sun began to descend on the western horizon. The air began to feel cool with a cool breeze that blew the leaves on the trees. The light that began to dim adds to the atmosphere of the small garden housing it. 

"Tiara," he said, beginning our conversation. Our eyes met each other. "I've been in love. A one-time. And that leaves a deep pain when those feelings are ignored by the person I care about." 

The man fell silent again, it seemed like he was regulating his feelings that replayed his past memories. A love story that didn't arrive.

"When I met you, it was as if I found my life again. I'm sure your presence fills the emptiness of my heart" she continued. 

Om Damar pulled the corner of his lips, while I was still looking at him expressionlessly. I don't even know what to say.

Suddenly the man pulled something out of his pocket. "Tiara .. I know, maybe it's too soon for you. But .. one thing is certain. I just don't want to lose you."

The sparkling thing inside the black box looked extremely beautiful. I closed my mouth with one hand in surprise. Why did he give it to me? So ... is the beautiful woman the owner of the jewelry store not her lover?

Om Damar took a circular object with eyes shining on it. Her hand grabbed my hand, about to pin the beautiful jewelry to my ring finger. 

I pulled my hand quickly. I can't take it anyway! 

"Sorry .. I can't. I'm still in school, Om," I said softly while bowing my face. 

"I'll be waiting for you, Tiara. A year or two is nothing to me. Even I've been waiting for you for thirty-five years of my life." The man looked at me with his distinctive gentle gaze.

God, why is my heart pounding so hard. What is this feeling? 

I looked at those pair of eyes. There is no lie in it. This time my feelings told me that he had told me the truth. But ... should I accept that statement? Should I accept his love?