Chased Om Om 2

A Stalker

"No problem" he said suddenly. 

Of course I was very surprised when I heard him agree to my request. For the past year or so, as long as I've known him, I know he hates photo shows. Even every time there was a photo event together, he preferred to dodge. 

I can't figure out the reason behind her rejection all along. Maybe he has his own trauma with the object called the camera. Or even he just doesn't like being a public concern.

"You sure?" I asked to confirm the decision he made.

"It seems you are not sure yourself? Yes, don't ask me if that is so," he said indifferently. His hands put the smoked meat sandwich back in his mouth. 

"Euuuh .. yes, sure." I quickly revised my words. "Gee! It's just a cram."

"So .. later I'll pick you up, yes" he said with a smile. His eyes seemed to sparkle, as if he had managed to get something he had craved so much. 

"No need, actually. I can go alone, really," I said quickly.

"Haish! Our goal is the same." Darren, as always, is not being rejected.

"Our goal is the same, but your house is far away. You used to mutter, right?" reject me again for a good reason.

"But .. I'm the muter-muter. Not you. How about you, who object." Darren furrowed his brows like he was thinking about something. 

"Udah ah, it's up to you. What matters is that I never asked you to pick me up. Point!" I said as I put the last piece of the sandwich in my mouth before gulping down a glass of warm milk in front of me.

I stood up from my chair and immediately went to the door. "Ma ... Tiara leaves first!"

"Be careful, honey!" Mom's voice came from behind the kitchen wall. 

"Eeeh .. Tiara, wait!" shouted Darren. "Tante, Darren's leaving too!" 

The young man immediately ran after me. I could still see him gulping down the white liquid inside his glass. 

"This ... wear his helmet," he said, handing the round object to me and, as you have, he installed the lock until the click of the helmet sign was well attached.

There was nothing special during the trip and at school. Everything went as usual. It's just that Shinta is constantly teasing me like me and Darren really have a special relationship, today. 

It was so hot when school was over. I slowly moved my feet down the hallway of our school. Seen hordes of students who chatted as if the hot weather did not affect them at all.

“Ra,” call someone behind me. 

I stopped my steps. Similarly, Shinta and Ratna were busy talking about our new math teacher. Compactly, the three of us turned to look for the owner of the voice.

“You've seen school mading, not yet?” The young man's face looked solemn, as if something strange was going on. 

“Ngak. What's up?” my many. 

The location of the mading room away from my classroom, made me feel lazy to visit it. Only once did I visit that room, which is when there was an announcement of the value and winner of the race or looking for a new classroom. 

“Kalo so .. You have to see!” Raka patted my shoulder before running away leaving the three of us still dumb. 

Shinta looked at me. His forehead was wrinkled with a astonished face. “Ish ... what the hell, tuh son.”

“We go there, yuk,” invite Shinta who seems to be affected by Raka's words. His hand grabbed me and pulled me without giving me a chance to refuse.

“I go home first, deh.” Ratna waved her hand. 

I still had time to reply before Shinta walked faster with her hand still holding me. 

“Shin, slow down dong!” my protest. 

We stopped right in front of the wall surrounded by a row of glass. My heart seemed to stop beating when I saw the place that should contain various info, the announcement of school activities had changed to ….

My photos! How could all those photos be there? 

My eyes are rounded. Books from Seno? But ... the book is safe in my study desk drawer at home. And Mr. Seno .. hasn't he gone back to his hometown? 

But who did it?

My pair of legs felt weak. I leaned my back against the wall of the room, while Shinta pulled out one after another the photos that were deliberately installed quickly using the paper pin. 

“Who did this, Ra?” ask Shinta. “How can he have so much of your photo collection?” 

I swallowed my saliva rough. Should I tell you all the stories about Mr Seno? All of these photos are exactly the same as the ones in his scrapbook. 

Nah! I shouldn't have related this to Mr. Seno. Didn't he accept his punishment? And I'm sure he wasn't the culprit.

“Ra, come! Look at this!” tell Shinta without turning her eyes on the piece of paper attached to the board. 

I slowly approached the empty board leaping back up. Now my view leads to a piece of blue paper, which contains a line of letters deliberately scratched in beautiful calligraphy techniques. 

“About who made all this?” shinta asked as if it represented the question that was in my heart.

“No way Darren!” Shinta immediately answered the question herself while shaking her head. “The writing is similar to bean ballet.” 

I pulled out the blue paper and stared at each letter. Wasn't it! This is definitely not like the calligraphy letter written by Mr. Seno in his scrapbook. 

“Raka, more unlikely. She no feel for you,” Shinta said. “Well who?” 

Shinta also handed the bunch of photos into my hands after observing them all one after another.

“He's someone at this school,” he said with confidence. “Surely he will do other strange things after this.” 

I shook my head again. “Your style looks a lot like that little detective, what's his name ... um, Conan! Conan Edogawa!” I said while flicking my fingers. 

“Ah .. I'm talking seriously too,” said the sweet girl with annoyance.

I laughed softly. Of course I don't want Shinta to feel anxious about all these things. And I'm sure one day the perpetrator will present itself. It's just that, right now I have to be more careful with the stalker.

“Yeah ... Turns out you're here! I've been looking for you everywhere,” said the young man who suddenly appeared. His eyes are all around us. “What do you guys do in this place?”