Chased Om Om 2

Just Keeping a Promise

"Nilam is sleeping" said Ambar who smiled with relief at my arrival. 

"What's the doctor saying, Tan?" I asked the woman who was the same age as my mother.

"He's too tired. Maybe you should find a housekeeper. Aunty sense of taking care of catering alone is very tired. Moreover, the age of your mother has four heads, right," said Bu Ambar who is a neighbor and the leader of the PKK group in our neighborhood. 

"Yes, Tan. Thanks, Tan. Fortunately there is Aunt Ambar," I said gratefully.

The woman looked at Om Damar with the corner of her eyes. There was a look of dislike implied from his face. Then she pulled my hand away from Om Damar, like there was something important that was secret but had to be said.

"Who is he?" whispered the woman.

"Friends, Tan." I answered that whole.

"You better find a real guy. Pity your mama if you have to add one more burden in your house," he said cynically with a sharp glance at Om Damar.

"I mean Auntie?" I still don't understand what it means to be burdened.

The woman snorted in annoyance. Like not explaining to me what he meant. "I mean, find the right girlfriend. Don't make it difficult for your mom by increasing the amount of stomach she has to fill."

I sighed, trying to be patient with my neighbor who meddled too much. What exactly is the reason for saying such a thing piercing the heart. He didn't even know who the man he was talking about was.

I watched Om Damar with the corner of my eye. Could it be that the sentence was spoken just from looking at his current appearance? Ah .. I think it's true. Maybe he saw the promotional shirt he was wearing. 

I slightly pulled the corner of my lips and answered him with a soft language. "Tiara knows what Tiara has to do, Tan. Thank you, Auntie, you've been paying attention to Mama and Tiara." 

Of course I can't say anything frontal or reprimanding to a woman her age. We could both make a fuss in this hospital, just because something is not at all important.

Plus our different ages, surely people will corner me. Of course I would be considered impolite to the parents. Ah. .. No, this is not important at all.

Yes, it's not important at all. How could he correct who I came with and second-guess with his own mind the man who came with me. Judging him because of the clothes he was wearing. I'd better ignore all that. 

And I don't think it's necessary to explain all that to him. My time is too precious to be wasted just serving these little things. Anyway, I'm sure, someday he will no longer corner me with this kind of sentence. 

Getting angry? Not necessary. I can prove that my parents' hopes will be met. One day I will grow into a shiny pearl. One day I will prove to him that all his thoughts are not entirely true. 

I held the hand of the woman who had given birth and raised me. I saw a smile on his tired face. Her pale face made me feel sad. 

“Not you have a shooting schedule?” he asked, still thinking about my activities. 

I nodded my head. “Mama is better?” reply me with another question. 

“Iya.” The middle-aged woman straightened her body from the hard bed of the hospital. A moment later his gaze stopped on someone present behind me. “Dia ..”

I looked back, noticing the presence of Om Damar that might feel foreign to him. 

"Sorry, auntie is a hassle" he told Om Damar.

"No trouble, Auntie." The man pulled the corner of his lips. "I'll help Tiara as much as I can." 

"Wanna go home now?" I asked when I saw him get off the hard bed of the emergency room. 

"Yes. Mama is fine, really. Just need to rest," he said. "I have to finish my administration first." 

"Oh .. No need, Tan. It was all done Damar" said Om Damar. His hand nimbly pulled a wheeled chair in the corner of the check room. 

"Loh .. no, anyway. Aunty doesn't want to go into debt" said my mother. 

Indeed, mama most do not like the word debt. If only at that time papa was not in need of a lot of money to run the operation, it is impossible for mama to borrow money on Vivin aunt. And unfortunately, after surgery there is no change for the better. We lost the only man in our family. 

"Here you go, Om Damar will be able to deduct from Tiara's salary. Udah .. do not need to be fussed, the important thing is now that mom comes home and can rest at home," said I so that there is no longer a debate between them.

My mom smiled and we went home. During the journey, no words came out of our mouths. It seems like everyone is busy with their own minds. 

I'm still thinking about today's failed photo shoot, and the torn clothes that are behind this suit, about Darren that I left with no strings attached and about Om Damar who had seen the part that should have been hidden by the torn material. 

When I got home, I drove my mother into her room, before returning to Om Damar. The man was sitting quietly on the front porch of my house with his legs crossed. 

"Om .. thanks. Have accompanied Tiara through this difficult night," I said sincerely. 

The man raised his face and looked at me with a smile on his lips. "Aren't I just keeping my promise? I'll stay by your side, take care of you, until someday you're ready for a relationship."

I'm looking down embarrassed. I think even Om Damar can hear my heartbeat getting louder. 

I think I'm in love. Falling in love with a mature man. For some reason in my eyes, she was so attractive. Not physically, but personally. 

The man stretched out his hand and again rattled the top of my head. "Have a rest" he said as he moved from his chair. "We'll see you tomorrow."

"B–besok?" ask me in wonder. 

The man nodded his head. "Om Marcel agreed to postpone this photo shoot and continue it tomorrow afternoon. I hope everything goes well." 

Suddenly the dragon in my stomach rang. Jeez .. I'm really embarrassed. My stomach hasn't been filled since lunch. And now ... It's even over eight o'clock at night!

Om Damar laughed. "You're really not good at lying. Even I can read you like an open book." 

Gluey! Whatdoes thatmean? Does she know that I've been .. in love with her?