Chased Om Om 2

Man With Many Wives

"M–means Om?" I asked nervously.

My eyes were rounded as the row of white teeth appeared following her beautiful smile. The man drew his face closer and whispered to me. 

"Your stomach can't lie. He just begged me to take you to dinner" he said in my ear.

Isha! Shame on me, stomach. Why also use noisy events. He seemed to realize that I was feeling very embarrassed. Damar suddenly laughed. 

"Why? Didn't you hear? Not just your stomach that sounds, my stomach has also protested" he continued. I guess he just wanted me to forget the embarrassment of that disrespectful stomach voice. 

"Yeah, you're gonna have a hard time later, if I pass out here because of hunger," he said, so I'd immediately agree to his invitation. 

I finally nodded my head. There's no other way. There's no way I'm serving you instant noodles to eat with her. Mom never once let me do anything in the kitchen. My mom always wanted me to focus on my lessons. 

A moment later we were both on the street. While the iron chariot was splitting the paved road with its four wheels. The glittering atmosphere of lights was seen decorating the streets we passed.

"We stopped by my house first, yeah. My body is already sultry, wants to take a shower," he said. "You don't mind, do you?" 

"Euuh .. why not later, Om. After dinner," I said. Actually I feel uncomfortable coming to the house of a man I just met. There's a worry I don't know why.

"Here ...here," he said, waving his hand. "Kecium, right? It smells like acem, right?" 

"What's Om?" my question is not to understand. 

"Here you are" he said once again. This time the man raised his left hand, while his right hand held the wheel. "Aren't you acem?"

"No," I said. Of course I didn't bring myself closer as he ordered. Why should I also smell the smell. 

"Ah .. here, deh. I don't want to be ashamed or confident. How about I meet my customers later. It smells acem, wear a promotional shirt, bring a pretty girl too. Maybe everyone thinks I'm your driver" he continued without being rejected.

I laughed chuckling. "Om Damar, it's classified as judging someone by appearance huh?" 

"Ah .. not that either, anyway. Cuman ... will not be denied, others must judge us from our appearance. It's no longer a secret" he said. "But actually how we look – neatness, self-cleanliness – is our way to reward ourselves. There's no need to think about how our impression of other people's views."

"Eehm .. actually, too, Om." I nodded my head approving of his words. "We don't need to shape our appearance as others want." 

"Bg …. There-there-is, the Om. Where there is a hug-hugging event," I said with a loose laugh.

"Are you sure you don't want to hug me?" tanyanya. 

"Dih ... Om don't pervert, huh. Tiara's still at school, Om. Inget .. inget," said I, who was greeted by chuckling.

The train drove into the most luxurious residential area in our city. Seen a row of luxury two and three-story buildings with European-style architectural design welcomed us along the main residential street. 

The wide road with large trees standing upright defiantly, as a barrier between the direction of exit and entry of the vehicle, looks lively among the street lights. The quiet atmosphere is typical of luxury housing that even the residents may not know each other. 

The vehicle stopped in front of a house with a high fence, as if a fortress to separate its world from the outside world. A guard in a hurry ran pushing the fence open wide.

A two-story house with a minimalist exterior and elegant yellow lighting around it. Hmm. .. looks like home in the soap operas I often see with my mom. 

Om Damar drove his car into the house and parked it in the carport. I was still watching my surroundings nervously. I dare not even put my foot in his house.

"Come in" he said, extending his hand to me. "What are you afraid of? I don't keep dogs, tigers or lions."

"Euuh .. bu–that's not what I'm afraid of, Om," I said half a whisper. "I'm afraid .. there are people who will get angry when I go in there." 

The man frowned. "angry? Who's gonna be mad?"

"Could it be .. Om's wife?" I'm still not sure that she's alone, not even having a boyfriend. It seems impossible for me that a handsome and established man does not seem to have a mooring of heart until he is this old age. 

The man laughed. "Jeez Tiara," he said, shaking his head. "Sign in... come in. Let me introduce you to my wives inside." 

My eyes are rounded. Did I not hear wrong? Just now he said he would introduce me to his wives. Doesn't that mean he even has more than one wife. 

Then .. what does he mean he tried to seduce me by booking a studio for a movie premiere, seducing me with a diamond ring, he said, even promised to wait for me until I was ready for a serious relationship.

If that's the case, then it means he's not a nice guy.