Chased Om Om 2

How Embarrassing

“Dih .. Brother Merry evil very, anyway. Laughter is forbidden,” I said while pursing my lips.

“Yaaah. Look, her smile line broke.” Brother Merry again picked up the sponge and put another touch on my smile line. “Done, perfect!” he said with a smile on his lips.

“Still, Brother.” 

I saw Brother Merry nodding his head with his trademark smile. His hands deftly put the makeup equipment he had just worn into his iron box. 

Om Marcel's voice was heard again, the middle-aged man with his signature clap, giving orders to the crew to speed up his work. Of course the order should have been for me as well. 

I rushed to him, gathered in the middle of the room, as a sign that I was ready for my work. Darren who was still feeling awkward had been standing behind me. 

“Beauty,” says Om Marcel commenting on Kak Merry's makeup results. Her eyes were looking at me as if correcting the blemish that her mainstay makeup artist might have made. 

“OK, all is ready,” cried Om Marcel on all the crew who are still busy arranging the lighting location. “We start now!”

I spread my eyes around the room. The room that was originally brightly lit, suddenly became dim. While those very bright lights were glaring at me.

Where's Om Damar? Why can't I see it from here? Is he home yet? Really gone home? 

“Tiara! Focus up! Where's your smile?” shout Om Marcel. 

Inevitably, I pulled a little corner of my lips and raised my head in an elegant style. Several times I heard the sound of the camera quickly capturing every move I made. Until the sound of reprimand from Om Marcel was heard again.

“Darren! Don't look awkward like that. Is he not your friend, not your enemy? Why don't you feel like you want to touch her?” angry shout Om Marcel. “He's not a bomb that will explode if touched, is he?”

I looked at the young man who still looked awkward. “No papa, really. You forget those cameras. We are as usual.” I pulled the corner of my lips. 

Darren nodded his head. He put his lips together and whispered to me. “You owe me one sweet drink after this.”

I tilted my head while laughing. “Why is that?”

“Because I don't like the camera at all,” he said honestly.

I nodded my head firmly. “Of course. I know it.” I pat her on the shoulder by pulling the corner of my lips. 

“And for sure, I like that you brought me here,” continued Darren. “I can come to enjoy how beautiful the girl who has been married so far.”

My eyes were round hearing the last sentence he said. 

The sound of the camera continued to be heard producing images of the two of us. Until Om Marcel's voice was heard breaking the silence of the room.

“You two are really fighting?” tanyakanya. I saw the figure of the man walking towards us. “Is it so hard for you to look like a sweet couple in photos?”

“Euuh .. anu Om. Tiara no problem anyway,”. "We're not fighting."

Of course Darren's last sentence made all my moves awkward. What does it mean to say something like that? 

I saw a smile on the young man's lips. "True, the two of us didn't fight, Ra? Let's make a good picture" he said with confidence.

No. .. no! I have to be professional. I shouldn't have connected my personal affairs with this work. The agency won't be using me again if I'm not this professional. 

“Tiara, your face looks too flat. Come ...” reprimand Om Marcel.

I immediately changed the look on my face. Yeah .. I have to try to be more professional. So that my client doesn't regret wearing my services. 

“Nah ... nice as it is.” Om Marcel's voice again sounded as if cheering us on. 

Darren suddenly knelt down in front of me. My eyes are round. What's he doing down there? 

The young man looked up at me. “Do I need to teach you how to install the correct rope?” he said with a smile. That awkward feeling is gone. The young man looked so natural running his first shooting session.

The sound of the camera capturing the moment sounded so busy. Om Marcel's voice broke the silence. 

“Break! We rest first!” he shouted while clapping his hands. “Change your decorations and costumes.” 

The lights are back on brightly. I could see a lot of people in the room. The light stylist, the decorator, the photographer. And …. About Damar!

He's still here. I think he left the studio earlier. What the hell is he doing here? Is it possible that he is used to following and self-organizing all the needs of his company in detail? How strange, shouldn't he have a special employee to deal with this problem?

Our eyes met each other, and it made me feel nervous again. Moreover, the tight shirt he wore as a substitute for the shirt that was wet from the spill, revealing a muscular stock print of his body.

I immediately lowered my head because of the panic that suddenly came over. Thankfully, no one noticed me. Even Darren has preceded me to the dressing room. 

I'm moving my feet towards the locker room. This dressing room is separated with a back to each other. 

“This is what you should wear next.” A girl with her round glasses gives a suit of clothes in a clear plastic package. “I'll wait outside, tell me if there's something you need.” 

Isha! He looks very serious. Not as fun as Om Marcel or Sister Merry. It was possible that he was a new employee, so his attitude still looked so tense. He just wants to look professional and avoid trouble.

“Oke Kak,” sahutku short.

I'm wearing that suit. Hmm .. a kind of clothing for tennis court. But ... This size, it seems uncomfortable to me. Too narrow in the chest. But .. I'd better try it first.

Ah ... really crowded. 

Crews! 

“Gosh ... what does that sound like? Is something torn? Shit!” my inner. 

Without waiting for long, I immediately walked out of the dressing room. Of course I should immediately tell this matter to the glasses girl earlier.

But once again my pair of eyes rounded when I saw someone waiting for me outside the door of the dressing room.

“Kyaa!!” I shouted while closing the exposed part of my cleavage.