Chased Om Om 2

But He's Om-Om

“Euuh .. none. We just ... talking about the problem of girls doang anyway,” I said trying to find a reason that goes into logic. 

"Hmm .. so suspicious, nih," he said. "Don't .. You two talk to me again." 

"No .. This is, there is someone who …."

I shut my best friend's mouth. "Udah, yuk. Go home. Nothing matters, though." 

Shinta looked at me while linking her eyebrows together. "Why didn't you just say it? Instead of more heads, the problem will be solved faster?" he said while whispering. 

"I don't want to go to Geer. Don't you think it was Ricky," I whispered back. 

"Ricky?" rework Shinta with round eyes. 

I nodded my head. "At that time he made fun of me as Mr. Seno's mistress. I think ... he could have gotten this collection of photos to corner me."

Shinta suddenly giggled. "God, she hates you so much just for the rejection?"

I nodded my head. "But that's still my guess."

"And .. it could have been it wasn't him" Shinta continued. 

"really. Before there's any evidence, we can't do anything."

Shinta stopped her steps. "If so, be more careful." 

The girl waved her hand before running towards the car that was already waiting for her in the parking lot. 

"Come, we're home!" take Darren with his head gesture. 

***

That afternoon I was ready to go to the photo shoot. Right at 15:30, Darren came to pick me up. I could hear the roar of his motorbike as he arrived in front of my house. Without waiting any longer, I immediately said goodbye and left for the office of Om Marcel's agency.

"Sore Om" I said as I walked into his office. It looks like Om Marcel is discussing something important with Om Damar. 

Their faces look very serious. But Om Marcel immediately changed his face when I approached them. 

"Bec, Tiara .... You've come." Om Marcel glanced at Darren who was beside me. Seeing his passion, Om Marcel was interested in the appearance of this friend of mine.

I pulled the corner of my lips to give her a smile. "Om, according to Om Marcel he fits no," I bargained unceremoniously. 

Om Marcel looked at Darren from toe to toe, just like he had done to me. And of course I know what Darren is feeling right now. The difference!

Elsy suddenly appeared with a tray in her hand. On top of the tray were two glasses of cold drinks with a yellow color that is not too thick. I screamed in surprise when suddenly Darren turned around and hit the tray. 

"Gosh, sorry .. sorry," said Brother Elsy awkwardly. The sweet girl immediately put the tray on the table. Then without hesitation pull some sheets of tissue to clean up the spills of cold drinks that wet the Om Damar shirt. 

"It's very clumsy" Om Marcel said, commenting on the staff's mistakes.

"Sorry! Sorry!" elsy said repeatedly. 

"Byeah!" Om Damar shook Elsy's hand. He seemed to be feeling uncomfortable being touched by strangers.

But I seemed to be clucking too hard, so everyone there looked at me with a dislike feeling. 

"Why Tiara?" Om Marcel looked at me sharply.

"Of! This is not fair at all. Elsy wasn't wrong, she even apologized. Darren accidentally hit him. Why do you seem to corner him? Darren is also not wrong, I know what it was like the first time I received such a gaze," I protested without hesitation. 

Everyone in the room was still looking at me. I put my shoulder down. There's nothing else I want to say. Everything I wanted to say I said.

Om Marcel nodded his head. "Elsy clean up this mess" he told the sweet girl. 

Elsy immediately came out with a tray in her hand. While Om Damar followed out of the office space. Seeing the uneasy spirit, Om Marcel immediately hunted him with a question. "Where?" 

"No, sticky! I have to clean it up" he said before completely disappearing behind the door. 

Om Marcel pulled the drawer. It looks like he's getting something out of it. A t-shirt in clear plastic. Looks like it's a sponsor's shirt. 

"Om, let me take you to Om Damar. Om Marcel focused on Darren first, lest he come here in vain" I said as I pulled the sponsor's shirt and left the two of them. "It's almost time to take a photo, isn't it?"

"But ... Tiara!" 

Of course I didn't make that call. 

The dressing room looks quiet. Hmm ... clock already shows 16.15. The crew and staff were busy preparing for the shooting which was to start at 17:00. That means at least twenty more minutes, I need to get ready. 

Silent, no sound was heard. I tried to get myself to open the locker room door. 

"Om .. Om Damar" called me in a low voice. 

The sound of the door creaking opened as I pushed it slowly. Slender. Where exactly is he? The hell, he came home in such wet, cold and sticky clothes? 

My eyes were round and I jumped in surprise when I saw a man emerge from behind the bathroom door. The man opened his shirt. I could even see that moist-looking muscular body.

The smell of soap smells my senses. I swallowed my saliva rough. God, what is this feeling? Why can't my eyes move on him? Why does my heart beat faster?

"Tiara? What are you here for?" he asked in surprise at my presence.

"Twg …. Anu, Um. It's!" I clumsily thrust out the t-shirt in the transparent plastic. "Pa–change clothes make Om."

God, why can't my eyes move from the muscles that adorn his body. He looked so beautiful, like a beautiful work of art. Like ... the sculpture of a maestro. 

Om Damar pulled the shirt out of my hand. The man waved his hand in front of my eyes. Jeez .. This is really embarrassing! 

Lookie! Now he even laughs at me. That smile even looks so beautiful. His rows of white teeth lined up neatly it even further accentuated his good looks. 

A handsome? Euuw …. Have I gone crazy? He's om-om, Tiara. Conscious …. Your age is far away!

"Aren't you papa Tiara?" 

A question that brought me back from my daydream.