Chased Om Om 2

Vitamin C

It was so hot that afternoon, when I was still scooping the ice pudding from my bowl. The school cafeteria was filled with students who were so busy chatting. 

"So ... Your brother has come, Ren?" shinta asked enthusiastically. Her eyes have been sparkling ever since she heard Darren telling her brother's return last night.

"Yes, the show in Bali is over. He said he'd go straight home." Darren answered. "Why?" 

"E– is not, papa is not." Shinta looked so awkward answering her. 

I laughed chuckling at Shinta's face that was flushed with embarrassment. Yes ... Shinta's ideals met with Darren's brother who reportedly very cute it has not been achieved.

"What's? Ish ... laughed, I'm pulling your nose" he said in annoyance. His hand was raised in front of me as if he was about to press the reddish-colored circle that was stuck at the end of my nose. 

"Ren, ask for vitamin C, Tiara." Shinta shifted the topic of her conversation to another focus. 

"Vitamin C what's up?" ask Darren.

"Ci-um, is .." Shinta said with anxiety. 

Darren looks a little nosy. The young man stretched out his hand while turning his lips. "This is Ra, I'm cured of vitamin C." 

"Euuh ..." I said while choking annoyed. Wonderful, why the hell they today like so compact to make me. I put my hands on the table and used them to hold my head. 

Heh! I could even see the red circle directly with my eyes. It felt like there was a stuffy, thick taste and it felt really uncomfortable even once in a while I felt the red circle pulsating as if alive. 

And I have to enjoy this discomfort for the next few days. Jaga ... Maybe not, anyway, this is all because of the cosmetics that were applied during the photo shoot yesterday?

"Ra ..." call Shinta. The girl's breathing seemed to be panting as she chased after me who had reached in front of the school gate. "hurried too much? Any more events?"

"Yes, yesterday was only halfway through the incident." 

Shanti nodded her head in understanding. 

"I was just wondering, about yesterday's photos. You have no shadow yet, who did it?" ask Shinta. 

This time I shook my head. "No clue," I said.

"Or maybe it's Valent" Shinta guessed.

"Gee! No ah .. is impossible. How could an introverted guy macem he dare to do it, ngaco uh!" my mouth refutes that unwarranted accusation.

"How's ngaco? This morning, he dared to defend you in front of Ms. Hanna." Shinta laughed softly, like getting another reason to tease me this afternoon. "Not really?"

So that was Valent's voice? It's kind of weird to me. He who was quiet and had no friends suddenly made a sound just to provide a defense for me. 

I shook my head. "No, he's not necessarily the one who attached all those photos, either" I said. "Don't think bad of him. Not good." 

The girl laughed while patting my back. "Yes, I went home first" he said, pointing at a moving car.

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow!" I shouted at the little running girl while waving her hand.

I set my foot back on the paved road. As usual, the routine is waiting for the angkot to go home.

Tin! Tin!

"Neng .. ojek, Neng!" The baritone voice was heard in between the loudness of his laughter.

The man opened the black glass cover of his helmet. He thrust that round thing at me. 

"No, Ren. Ntar you can't get ready to go to the studio if you take me home," I refused. 

"Haish! Hitherto. Don't be shy. I have to go to your house, too" he said. 

My eyes are breaking. "Did? No need to? Why should?" my many.

The man immediately put the round object over my head. A clicking sound is heard as a sign that the object has been installed properly. 

"Yes, my future-in-law is sick again. So there's no way I'm not looking, right?" sahut Darren in a confident tone.

"Dih .. prospective in-law." I laughed chuckling. "School was real. Still haven't graduated yet, have thought of marriage," I grumbled.

"Too deket you, I want to think marriage continues," said Darren as he scratched the tip of his nose. I saw his face blushing, it seemed like the sentence I said made him feel ashamed. "Udah yuk, I'm running out of real time."

I'll go right up to the bonanza. Actually I feel pretty surprised. Darren who had been looking funny had suddenly changed. He looks different, more confident. Even so dare to claim to be my mother's daughter-in-law. 

But .. ah, that's it. If you think about it, he's still just a schoolboy. If even dating him, just use his parents' money. All things are restricted, not free and not free. That's why I didn't want to date while I was in school. 

There's nothing special about Darren at my house. She's just a 'say hello' with mom, lunch and .. Yeah, nothing special. Then he went home because he had to get ready for the studio in the afternoon. 

It was different from what happened that afternoon in the studio. Just when I arrived, Om Marcel looked panicked. His face looked pale, like he had just seen a ghost. 

"What's the matter Om? Any issues?" my question was responding to the unease that was seen on his face. 

"I– this .. Robin's manager. Tau-tau called, said Robin was on his way here. He's ready to have an advertising contract with us" said Om Marcel. 

"Well! How about Darren?" my many. Without feeling my tone high. 

"Aah .. That's, I'm also confused by this matter," he continued with an anxious face. "Well, I have to wear two male models? That's keroyokan?"

I raised both my hands. "They don't go along with it if the problem. The rightful om nentuin," I said.

Suddenly Om Marcel's vision was directed at me. The pair of eyes were rounded, while his index finger was pointing at my nose. 

"E ... e. uh, why is he there?" tanyakanya. "Gosh, you're gonna make me work hard to edit it."

"Euuh .. that, Om. Looks like the brand of cosmetics used yesterday, does not match the skin of Tiara," elakku. Of course I don't want to be blamed for things I didn't do. 

"You've arrived, it turns out." The baritone's voice sounded behind me. A distinctive sound that I will never forget, the voice of Om Damar! 

"Euuh .. yes Om," I said without turning my head. Instead, I bowed my head. 

I don't feel ready if Om Damar sees a pimple on the tip of my nose. What if he becomes this reddish-colored bentol clay? 

But it turns out Om Damar increasingly smelled the irregularity because of my actions. All was evident when the man came closer and grabbed my face to look at him. 

"Tiara, what's wrong with you?"