Chased Om Om 2

Beautiful Girl In Photos

Inevitably, I entered the house. A house that looks luxurious, with its furniture neat, clean and well maintained. 

Isn't that right, he lives alone? But if you live alone, what makes a house this big? 

"Wait a minute, I just cleaned myself up for a while" he said before rushing to leave me. 

I still look around me with a look of amazement. How not, this house is so big. A large photo hung on the wall. A big picture of a handsome young man! God, was that him when I was my age? 

I walked closer to him. Below the photo, there are several other photos lined up on a shelf. Hmm ... photos with a clean frame without dust. Someone must be taking care of all this every day.

I saw the picture in the photo. Still pictures of the same young man's face and a beautiful girl beside him. His face looks very happy. Hmm ... Who is he? 

There were quite a number of photos I saw there, on that shelf. And all with the same girl. Maybe she's the model Merry's sister meant to be. 

My memory goes back to everything that Brother Merry said when he was dressing me up. About how Om Damar's father forced himself to wear his son as a male model just because his son liked a model who was also his close friend. 

And if you notice, this story is not much different from now. Om Damar is like inheriting his father's nature. He cannot be rejected! Every wish is like a law to be obeyed. 

Ah ... no, no. Maybe I was overreacting. Didn't Om Damar not force me to be his lover, but he said he would wait until I was ready for a relationship. 

"North." 

The baritone's voice surprised me. I turned around and looked at the man who was going down the stairs in a hasty step. I almost dropped the photo I was about to return to the shelf because my focus suddenly split. Nimbly the man caught him. 

Om Damar took the photo from my hand and put it back where it came from. Smelled a masculine scent on his body, signifying that our position was very close together. 

His fresh-looking face with a dongker shirt with a slim fit model that shows a burly posture of his body makes my heart pound even tighter. 

"Sorry it's been a long time" he said. Then his eyes fell on the pictures behind me. For a moment he was silent, but he quickly changed the emotion on his face with a pull on the corner of his lips. 

"We're out eating now, yeah. My stomach is very hungry" he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "What do you want to eat?" 

Okay, maybe I don't need to talk about it. He might not want to discuss this matter with me. I'll wait, I'm sure one day he'll tell me everything by himself. 

The seafood restaurant, the place we both chose for dinner today was very crowded. I observed that there was hardly even an empty table in the room. 

"Om Damar lives alone in such a big house?" I asked because I was curious.

"Why alone?" the answer is back to asking.

"Tiara still doesn't believe that she's alone. The house is too neat for a man who lives alone like Om," I said without further ado. 

The man knitted his pair of eyebrows. "You think my house will look dirty, messy?" 

"Euuh .. b–not, Om. I mean ... there's no way Om's alone cleaning the house," I said quickly. 

Om Damar chuckled. "Of course it's not me. There was a maid who came to work every morning and went home before dusk. He cleaned and cleaned my house every day. Before you're ready to be my wife." 

I'm flicking my lips. "Who said I wanted to be Om's wife?" 

Isha! Why did he say I was going to be his wife? Is he sure I'm going to be his wife? 

"Are you sure?" tanyanya tempt.

I shook my head. "No ah, I don't want to. Tiara does not want to be given the task of cleaning and tidy every day," I said. 

Om Damar stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of my head. "Duh ... duh …. Anyone who talks will tell you to be a cleaner." 

"That's .. not Om say .…" My tongue was suddenly twisted. 

"Of course you will take care of the house with their help," he said with a fluffy smile. 

"Euuuh .. why is this conversation getting deeper, anyway," my mind. I feel so awkward being in adult conversations like this. 

Finally I prefer to stare at the glass containing lemon tea in front of me while playing with the stirring spoon in it. Like I'm running out of sentences to say. 

"About the photos .. Isn't that Om Damar's?" I tried to change the subject of our conversation. My memory goes back to the photos lined up neatly on the display rack. Ah .. of course it must be because of the beautiful girl in the photo.

"really. Those were my pictures when I was your age" he said expressionlessly. 

I nodded my head before taking a sip of that sour fresh drink. I scrunched my face to interpret the taste that touched my tongue. The acid! 

Om Damar chuckled. "Why? Too sour? Do you want some sugar?" bargained for. 

"Euuh .. really, asem! Like the smell of Om Damar if you haven't had a bath," I said as I sipped a bottle of water that was near me. 

The hand rubbed the top of my head again while laughing. "Awas …. You'll want me to keep every lemon tea. You will want the smell of acem that makes you miss," he joked. 

"Dnh …. If that's not the pesen lemon tea anymore, deh," I said quickly.

"No way …. I know you like the same drink that one," refuted Om Damar. It seems like he has been able to deduce my favorite drink with just two dinners together. 

"Did Om Damar experience the same thing?" 

Unknowingly I said something I shouldn't have said. The man stopped his laughter. His face turned a little serious.

"What do you mean?"

"Euuh .. I love lemon tea, whatever acid I can't stop to like. What does Om feel the same way about the girl in the photo?"