Chased Om Om 2

Robin Morgan's

The man grabbed my face, raised my chin and looked at me with a serious face. I quickly closed the acne that was enthroned with its elegance on the tip of my nose. Aih ... This is really embarrassing!

Om Damar frowned, like he didn't like to see me cover something from him. I slowly lowered my hand, revealing something I wanted to hide from her. The pimple!

But the unexpected happened. He was not angry at all, but smiling. A smile that made me feel very calm. Of course, as long as he said everything was okay, then everything would be fine. 

"What are you covering up for? Acne is a human thing. Unless you're a porcelain statue," he said. "Do you know, you look even more cute with that pimple." 

The man pulled the corner of his lips. I understand very well, all that he said was just to comfort me. Nothing else and nothing, he didn't want me to feel depressed by the acne. 

I pulled the corner of my lips, creating a slight curving smile for her. There's nothing more to worry about as long as Om Damar doesn't say anything. 

Dehem's voice sounded, it looks like Om Marcel is giving us a code. It was possible that he felt neglected by his presence because Om Damar immediately greeted me, not even greeting him. Like I was the only one there.

Just then the sound of knocking was heard. I saw Brother Elsy's face poking out from behind the door. "Robin has come" said the sweet black girl. 

But Om Marcel did not have time to respond, a young man burst into the room. A cross-faced young man with clean skin, an Asian firm jaw appeared before us. Behind him a mature old man tried to hold him in.

"Robin, let me handle all this" the man said. But his hand was simply pushed away by the young man. 

"No .. is not necessary. I can handle this all by myself," he said arrogantly. He stared at everyone present in the room one after another with great confidence. 

"Om Marcel's. What is this called business ethics? When Om Marcel had already applied for a contract of cooperation with me, and we had already agreed to it, suddenly Om diverted it to someone else. Ah ... not really anyone else, but my own sister," the young man protested. 

Huh! So .. Robin Morgan is Darren's older brother! So ... he's been wanting to be met by Shinta. But one thing is certain, although both are siblings, the two young men have two different personalities. 

Not ... It's not that I'm a close friend of Darren's that I overestimate his nature. But everything looks different. The Darren I know is closed, anti-camera, prefers to be alone and a gamer. Very contrary to this arrogant man before me. 

The young man now set his eyes on me. His eyes looked so sharp as if judging me. I turned my gaze to Om Damar, asking for protection before a sentence was thrown from the young man's mouth. 

But Om Damar looks so calm. From his face there was no feeling of trepidation. On the contrary, there was a smile visible there. I think Om Damar has a plan. 

"You .." he said, pointing his index finger at me. My eyes were round, not only shocked to hear all this reality but also shocked to not know what my mistake was until he was angry with me as well. "Yes you! You're the one who asked Om Marcel to replace my contract with someone else?" 

I looked at Om Marcel. I saw the middle-aged man resting his hands with one hand propping up his chin. There is no reaction at all, as if thinking hard about an answer.

"May I ask, do you keep all the agreements in the contract? Did you come on the scheduled day? Have you done all your duties?" The row of questions just came out of Om Damar's lips. 

Now the young man stared intently at Om Damar. Both of his brows were clutched and his lips opened with his frustrated face.

"At least I tried to keep that contract by first settling my other obligations. But …." The young man threw out his hand desperately. "You have even replaced my position. I'm Robin Morgan! Do I not deserve that chance compared to him who is even completely new in this field." 

"If your profession were a doctor, then came a dying patient. Could it be that the hospital is waiting for your arrival and is not taking advantage of the other doctors on guard?" sahut Om Damar calmly. 

"Nobody is dying! No one will die if the photo shoot is delayed in the last few days" he said. 

"I need that ad immediately, because next week a new product will be launched. Waiting for an unprofessional artist like you, of course, will be a waste of my precious time" Om Damar said in response to the young man's remarks.

Om Damar looked cold when he said that. He looks very different to me. That handsome face full of smiles was completely invisible. Only that firm face and hard jaw was left there. 

"Robin, let's go home. It's free, we've lost the contract" the manager pleaded, trying to resuscitate Robin who still insisted that all his actions were right. 

"He's right! You're just embarrassing yourself, if you do something like this." Om Marcel who had been silent as a listener, finally like getting a fresh breeze. He also ventured to answer. 

As if being ignited by the fire, the young man began to get angry. He shook his manager's hand. Now his eyes are back to look at me. "Tell me, why should Darren? Did you intentionally want the two of us to fight over this?"

I took a sip of my saliva and was just about to answer, when suddenly the door of the room opened. The face of a pale-skinned young man appeared from there.

"Sorry .. sorry, I'm late .." he said before noticing Robin's presence beside him. 

The young man's eyes were round. "Shop! Why is it here?" he cried out of surprise. 

A moment later Darren looked around him. He looked like he was perplexed observing the tense-looking atmosphere between them. "Have I missed anything?"

"They're just a bunch of swindlers. Let's go home!" Robin pulls Darren's hand to take him away from the place. 

"Craud? What's that supposed?" Darren threw his brother's hand, as if showing a rebellious attitude to be driven by his old brother. "Have they fooled Koko?"

"So what you say, Robin! Or I'll charge you with defamation!"