Chased Om Om 2

Acne Asmara

"What the hell? Tiara doesn't like this," I'm upset. "Om rese's. What is Tiara considered? The item? Ah ah, Tiara is going to sleep!"

I heard her voice still calling my name. But I don't want to respond any longer. I closed the video call without further ado. 

The night rolled so fast, the power of the sky was taken back by the sun. Which so manifestly shows its power with its light and warmth.

That morning I woke up from my sleep and rushed to get ready for school. For a moment I took a self-care and .. gosh, what is that? A pimple right at the end of my nose. It's red!

How's the photo show going? Everything will fall apart just because acne does not know itself. What if Om Marcel is angry and does not want to use me again as a model adnya. 

I tried pressing the red spots that were stuck to my nose. Ahh .. really-beneficial. Why did he show up. Surprised, he doesn't usually appear on my face. 

"Tiara, get out of here! Do you want to be late for school?" Mama's voice sounded high, jolting me back to the fact that I was almost late. 

In desperation, I lowered my fingers, which had not yet succeeded in pressing the spots to disappear from my face. Even the red spots look increasingly reddened in the surrounding. 

Isha! Intersection. Bayangin .. how not to sprain. My appearance is now so similar to a character in a cartoon with the form of a rat. Heh! Mickey uh... Minnie Mouse in human version. 

With resignation, I came out of my room. I took a plaster from the medicine box and stuck it across to close the pimple before heading off to school.

A honking sound rang out behind me a few seconds later, a motor stopped beside me. The driver pulled his helmet glass up and ruled me in his signature tone. 

"Good!" he told me while giving me a helmet. "Splash! I don't want to be late because of you."

"Gee! Sadist very much said it," I said with annoyance. Inevitably I received the round object and put it on my head and jumped up on the sport bike. 

The iron horse was speeding by, splitting the black paved road towards my school. When we arrived, I saw that our school security had pulled out the gate to close it. 

"Eeeh .. eeeh .. Sir, wait a minute" I shouted as I jumped down from the top of the bike. I ran to get into the school. 

I passed by the security while commenting on the wide smile, just think of it as a substitute for the entrance ticket for letting me in by a few seconds slower. 

"No need to wear a helmet, in school there is no motorbike ride," said the man in a dongker uniform while holding his laugh.

"Yes my. Maap. The rush of forgetting to open, sir," I said as I pulled the corner of my lips revealing a row of teeth inside my mouth. 

I immediately ran back to the parking lot, where Darren was still busy positioning his bike. The young man chuckled to see me coming back to him with a round object in my hand.

"Gee! Laugh, not even me." I'm pissed off. 

"Yaelah .. has been picked up, has been taken to school as well. The witty is still angry," he continued. "Ntar I kiss too."

My eyes were round hearing the words he said. I covered both my cheeks with both my hands while running away leaving her. 

It's not funny if suddenly his lips landed on my cheek. 

I immediately ran to my class. I ignored the security man who was still holding his laugh when I went back through it. Fortunately, the lesson has not yet begun. 

Shinta, who was sitting next to me, looked at me with a strange look, as if something was unusual or something was wrong. And really, it makes me feel uncomfortable. 

"That's ... why?" ask the girl while pointing towards my nose.

"Euuh .. no, no papa," I said with an uncomfortable feeling.

"Said Darren, yesterday you didn't finish the shooting session, huh? What's up?" tanyanya is like a policeman who is interrogating a chicken thief.

"No .. no papa. Just mama fainted, and then taken to the same hospital next door neighbor," I said. "I rushed to the hospital."

"But .. you really are not papa. Trus is why?" ask again. Looks like Shinta still feels like there's something I'm hiding. 

"Swear, I'm not papa" I said with a smile. At least I know, he asked because he cares about me. 

Suddenly the girl took out a plaster from the small medicine wallet she always carried. Without saying anything, the girl stuck a plaster with a picture of the multicolored heart on her nose. Crossed her nose, just like I did.

Shinta chuckled at me while pointing her nose. "It's okay and I put a plaster. Same asyou. So ... let's make this a new trend in our school." 

My eyes are rounded.

Haish ... school trends? Jeez .. This is because of stupid acne, ngeselin that appears without permission. It's not that I intentionally set up styles.

Ms. Hanna, the chemistry teacher who opened the lesson today, walked into our classroom. As usual, the teacher's pair of sharp eyes with his mostly gray hair, swept across the classroom. 

His eyes stopped right at us. The killer's famous senior teacher stepped his feet close to our table. Shinta furrowed her brows sort of giving the code to me.

"That's .. Why are you two noses?" ask Ms. Hanna without making small talk. 

A rumbling sound like a bunch of bees was heard in our classroom. They told each other to voice what was in his mind. 

"Just keep going, mom will reduce the value of your attitude, all of you," said Ms. Hanna calmly.

All the students in the classroom were silent. The atmosphere became silent, until Bu Hanna's voice came back. 

"It's a school, not a place for a fashion show" she said. 

"But Tiara is a model, Mom," cetus a male student – who knows – who is in the back row.

Shinta poked me with her elbow. Somehow my memory returned to the events of the photos in the school mading yesterday. I looked back. But really, I can't recognize that foreign voice. 

"Even the model, a fixed school is a school. Open your plaster!" the teacher's orders were petite. 

Shinta immediately removed the plaster that ran across her nose. And of course I had to do the same. 

I slowly peeled the brown plaster off my nose. Then I closed the reddened circle with my hand. 

Ms. Hanna crossed her hands and let out a long sigh. "Why? You're ashamed that there's a pimple on your nose and you're trying to hide it?" 

I nodded slowly. While Shinta held her laugh and pulled her body towards me. "Oh .. acne romance anyway."