Chased Om Om 2

Flash Stories of the Past

I blinked and turned my body. 

Aih ... What a shame! I shouldn't have thought strangely like this. What if he knows .... Ah, what was roughly in his mind at this moment. I'm weird? Or worse than that.

I hurriedly opened the door and left the room. Ah ... I should have let it be Om Marcel who delivered the change.

I got into the agency's pantry. I see Brother Elsy is still there. Looks like he just finished cleaning the floor of Om Marcel's room. 

I took a glass of water from the dispenser and sipped it quickly. My heart is still beating so hard.

“Ra,” call Brother Elsy. 

I was still hard to focus was surprised. The liquid that was supposed to go into my throat, just slid through my respiratory tract. I choked and coughed. 

“Why you? How about like that ghost look, anyway?” reprimand Sister Elsy. 

‘Eeuh …. Ha–ghantu, really. In the dressing room,” I stammered. He was really like a ghost, appearing so easily without me and taking my heart. 

“Hopefully in the dressing room?” Brother Elsy is wide-eyed. 

The sweet girl grabbed back her mop stick. “Show me, I'll drive that ghost from this place!” 

I put the glass on the table and grabbed her hand. “No, no kak,” I said get in the way. I can imagine how risky it would be if Brother Elsy and Om Damar again clashed. Ah ... Better not the second time. 

“Why? Why not need?” ask the sweet girl with the cheek. 

“Hantunya has run away, kok Kak,” sahutku with a big smile. 

The girl breathed a sigh of relief. “Ah .. thank goodness. Brother is also afraid of ghosts,” he said while laughing chuckling.

“Tiara! Tiara!” I heard a voice calling my name. 

“Looks like Om Marcel, Brother. I go first.”

“Emph .. Tiara,” call him. “Yang earlier .. thanks yes, have taken me.”

I pulled the corner of my lips to give her a smile. 

***

“Ayo .. fast, fast, fast ...” Om Marcel clapped his hands together in a regular rhythm. As he always did so that all his crew worked faster. 

I just glanced at him from a mirror in front of me. Ah .. of course it's because I'm not allowed to move much or it's all going to be much longer because Brother Merry has to repeat the polishing from the beginning. 

“No ... no, no!” Om Marcel approached me. “Merry, Merry .. change the lipstick color. More towards the impression of natural.” 

Brother Merry looked to pursed his lips. "You ruined my masterpiece, Marcel. Look how beautiful she is."

Om Marcel patted his forehead. "God! Merry. We're going to make a sports advertisement. Not the wedding dress."

"Oh yes, Om. How's darren?" my many. 

Merry took a piece of tissue and poured liquid from inside the bottle. His hand began to gently wipe away some places on my face. 

"Shh …. Tiara, open her mouth. Aaa.." the half-woman man ordered while wiping the cotton that had been filled with magic liquid to clean the rest of the lipstick on my lips.

"OK. I hope Damar doesn't mind Robin being replaced by him." Om Marcel bit off his fingertips, as was his habit of thinking about something, and then he left me and Brother Merry.

I saw Darren awkwardly standing in the corner of the room that was filled with those floodlights. I wave my hand at him. Of course, it would not be comfortable, if you are in a foreign place, alone, without someone we know. And I experienced all this a year ago.

"I've been looking everywhere for you" said the young man, arriving near me. 

"Everything's fine, right?" I asked to confirm his condition. 

"Yes, they asked me to wear this shirt" he said, showing off his tight-fitting sportswear with a gallant look on his body. 

I could see the corner of Merry's eyes staring at Darren from the reflection of the mirror in front of me. 

"Eh .. same thing. The model is different," I said.

"Well, guys are just another girl, that is," said Kak Merry suddenly. The man with the woman's makeup smiled sweetly while re-polishing my lips with a nude-colored lipstick. "Girls clothes even sport should have a sweet impression. If it's the same as having a guy, it may not sell in the market." 

"Who said it won't sell in the market?" 

The baritone's voice sounded behind me. Brother Merry raised his head, looking at someone standing behind me. And of course, I don't have to bother, because the mirror in front of me will never lie.

"Eh, Damar. You want to be like, yeah!" said Brother Merry while blushing. "For a long time not met, how can you be more handsome?"

I was still observing the face of the man behind me. Om Damar laughed, revealing a row of well-groomed white teeth. "Where is ... who is older," he said in response to the compliment of my makeup artist.

Om Damar walked away, as if he had been observing the shooting process for today's commercial. I could see him talking seriously to Om Marcel, like something very important.

"Sister Merry, know Om Damar for a long time, how?" manya curious. 

"He used to be a model of this product, too," said Kak Merry half whispered. "His father forced Om Marcel to make him a model pair at the time. Otherwise...the ad order will be cancelled."

"Eh .. Can you do that?" 

Brother Merry is twisting his shoulders. "Tiara, look up," he ordered before putting eyeliner in my eyes. "He has a crush on the model. His schoolmate." 

"Oh ..," I said in response to the story my makeup artist accidentally told me.

"But he's actually good, anyway. Ganteng, tajir anyway," said Brother Merry. "I just have a crush." The half-woman chuckled in response to her own words. 

I smiled broadly at the laughter. Oh, my God, Merry's laugh is very typical, and one thing is for sure. I can make people who hear me laugh.

"Eit .. eit! Buset, you don't laugh!" The pair of eyes of the half-woman man were rounded. His face was upset because I was laughing.