Chased Om Om 2

Who is his replacement

"It's Om's problem with Robin's manager anyway. Not wrong Tiara,” said Om Marcel still with a tone of doubt full of regret.

“Indeed ... why is the same manager Kak Robin, Om?” my question is getting curious. 

“It …. The manager said Robin still can't go home. Tomorrow she still has to attend the closing event of fashion week in Bali,” explained Om Marcel. 

“Euuh …. If Tiara knows, where is the problem, Om?” my question is not to understand. “Not Om can set back our schedule?”

There was the sound of the middle-aged man breathing. “Can't, Tiara. Damar gave me a deadline. The new product should be launched soon. While Robin is still only going home in a week,” he said in despair.

“Om Marcel not papa?” ask me to be concerned.

“No papa anyway, just .. you know, right. Finding a model that matches the character of the product is not easy. I can not look for models haphazardly, in addition ..book fast other famous models also can not be impromptu. Let alone models from other agencies,” he lamented. 

“Yes, Om. If Tiara can help, Tiara will help Om,”. 

“Actually can, anyway. It takes one man to replace Robin. Hmm ... there may be friends Tiara can ...”

“Euuh .. Om, if that Tiara can not promise deh,” I said with full doubt. “If Tiara ajakin someone, keep Om Marcel does not fit anywhere?”

“Ya already, Om will overtime open-open the archives of prospective models. Hopefully there is a match,” said the owner of Big Star agency. “But ... if you have any input on the right person, feel free to contact me, Tiara.”

“Each Om!” I said firmly like a soldier who is ready to advance in battle. 

The call was interrupted. I don't think about Om Damar anymore. Now my mind is turning to Om Marcel's request for help. Ah ... The poor man, not only this time he was being played by a famous model. 

I still remember my encounter with Om Marcel. At that time he was looking for a replacement for his female model who refused to do a photo shoot just because of other more interesting offers. Om Marcel was too weak to demand contract damages, just because he felt uncomfortable having to deal with him again someday. 

Hmm ... That doesn't hurt me at all. Even because of Servia's rejection, it opened up opportunities for me to become a model. Of course it's all because Om Marcel helped me in so many ways. I continued to be inspired by Om Marcel until a few months later I decided to resign to focus on my studies. 

But who can I bring and be willing to be my partner's model?

The best fit is Ricky. He was the captain of our school basketball team. His tall and well-proportioned posture, coupled with his handsome face, is very much in line with the costume products and running shoes. 

But .. Of course I couldn't have asked him for that. I can still remember how much she hated after hearing my rejection. He even once described me as Mr. Seno's mistress.

What about Darren? Actually I think he's pretty okay. His tall posture and body were also quite ideal. Her clean skin was typical of a descendant citizen, making her look striking.

But ... If I take Darren, he could turn me down. He doesn't like the camera. On the other hand, this is tantamount to me giving him false hope. What if the invitation was considered as my attempt to get back close to him or even more. What if he thinks I've reciprocated his feelings.

Aaaa …. Really makes me dizzy.

That morning the sky looked gloomy, cloudy in the sky. The cold air made me feel reluctant to get out of my contest. But the fear of school-related sanctions once again forced me to move both my legs into the bathroom to get ready for school. 

Twenty minutes later, I was neat in my school uniform. With the hair that I deliberately divorced with a bandana of abstract patterned scarf that looks simple decorate up there. 

I have a backpack carrying a lot of textbooks today on my shoulder. 

But my steps came to a halt and my pair of eyes fell upon a man who was enjoying breakfast in a chair, where I used to eat the dishes served by my mother. It was seen how greedy the young man was to eat my favorite cheese sandwich. 

“Mama …. My sandwich was eaten by rats!” my annoyance. 

“Tiara, Mom make it again soon. Poor thing, Darren said he hasn't had breakfast. That's why mama told me to have you first.” Mama looks busy concocting the layered bread onto the plate.

“Yee .. mama how the hell! Kan Tiara whose son is mama, why should Darren be prioritized?” I asked with a little manyun.

“You're weird, Tiara. Aren't you guys friends? Where could mama cuekin my son's best friend?” said my mother who even back cornered me who incidentally her own biological child.

“Friendly?” my ul. This time I looked at the young man sitting next to me. “Are you my best friend?”

Darren coughed, it seemed like he was choking on hearing my tone. His right hand reached for a glass of water and immediately drank it.

“Of course you are my best friend. How could I deny it,” said the young man shortly after finishing a glass of water in his hand. 

Suddenly an idea came into my head. I pulled the corner of my lips to look at a smile.

“A friend will help his friend, right?” my many.

The young man smiled triumphantly. It seems like he started reading the situation, that I was in need of his help.

“What do you want, Tiara. I will try to keep it.” Darren said with so much confidence.

“Can you make sure to keep your promise and help me?”  ask without hesitation. “I only want one thing. No more than that.”

“Iya, I will keep my promise.”

I pulled the corner of my lips developing a smile on it. It must be hard for him. At least he should try to control himself while in front of the camera. 

“Darren .. I need someone to be my partner in this afternoon's shoot,”. 

The young man's eyes were round. Looking at her, it made me even more pessimistic. It seems true my guess, he will reject my request outright. Just like I had in mind before.