Chased Om Om 2

The Mysterious Girl

"Why?" tanyanya seemed to feel so curious.

"Eh .. No. Cuman ... uh .." I said in nervousness.

The man chuckled. "Eat him, don't sleep too late" he said as if there was no burden whatsoever. 

I smashed my lips in annoyance. "For whom, try." 

I saw the road I was going through. I think something's wrong. This is not the way back to my house. Waitaminute! Where exactly is he taking me? Kidnap me? Ah .. is impossible. He's a good guy. If he wanted to do evil, he could have done it a long time ago.

"Where are we going?" my many.

"Attent. Actually I came out because I had to do something. But ... Because someone told me you were on the street, I decided to pick you up first" he said calmly.

"God! Somebody? Om Damar spying on me?" my guess.

The man lifted his thumb and showed it to me. "I have a lot of CCTV. I can see you everywhere" he said in a serious voice. "Even I can see it from the end of my fingernails."

I frowned at me. "God! CCTV in his fingernails? The hell, he's got someone to follow me?" my inner. 

It feels too excessive, after all I am not an artist, not a famous model that needs to be stalked like this. Oh my God .. It really makes me uncomfortable.

Suddenly his laughter exploded. 

"What do you think? How come there's a manyun?" the man asked as his hand turned the wheel of his vehicle into the largest shopping area in our city. 

"No .. no really," I said a little nervously. I can't say everything that's on my mind. Later I could think I was wedded again.

"Yes, yes. Now you come with me" he said after parking his car in a VIP mall parking lot. "I need your help to do something."

Heh! He's crazy to park here. Pay parking per hour is a hundred thousand. Hmm ... Maybe he doesn't intend to linger here. Yeah ... Maybe his business won't eat much time. But, what kind of help does a versatile man like him need from me? Strange ah.

"Let's get off" he asked for a moment after turning off his car engine.

***

We stepped into the shopping area. Not too crowded, maybe because this is not free hours. All are still at their peak hours at work and also at school. So ... actually the situation is very safe for me. 

Actually I noticed some irregularities since we got into the mall. Starting from the security officers who look more friendly, not as usual. They even bowed their bodies as if we were both important people. 

Then the few salespeople who were standing guard at the door looked at me with a very strange look. It really makes me feel so awkward. 

Ah .. is it possible because Om Damar showed me too much familiarity. 

"Om, get down his hand," I ordered half a whisper.  "They're on the lookout we're on." 

Om Damar even spread his gaze around him. With confidence, the man further tightened his hand that was coiling around my waist. 

"Why? Shouldn't we just make them all envious" he whispered. 

I turned my face, looking at the man beside me. "Jeez, shame …. What do people say later?" mumbling again.

"Why should I be ashamed? We didn't steal anything from anyone. We don't hurt them. And …." The man seemed to be frowning. "Care very much in the words of others." 

I glared, showing my disapproval of the words he had just uttered. Of course I care, I'm sure they're busy gossiping about a high school student who's ditching even a date with an om-om. 

But I haven't been able to say my opinion, Om Damar pulled me into a boutique. A boutique filled with luxurious dresses. Ew. .. The dresses that I used to see in infotainment, were in the wardrobe of famous artists. 

Gluey! 

I swallowed my saliva rough. Of course I was confused, why did Om Damar bring me here? Isn't he a man? Why is she looking for a dress?

"I want to ask you to help me choose the most beautiful dress in this store" she told me. A moment later Om Damar snapped his finger. Two boutique vendors approached us. 

"Ew .. Om. Eeh …. A dress? Why a dress, Om?" I'm still not understanding. "I mean why I should pick a dress for Om. You're not gonna wear that dress, are you?" 

Suddenly Om Damar's hand landed on my forehead. "God, what kind of thought is that? Who said I'd wear that dress?" 

"Ouch!" I shouted as I felt a clap on my forehead. I started rubbing my forehead while throbbing in annoyance. "Gee! Tega is very."

Huh! So what makes this dress, uh ... more precisely for who exactly is this dress? Why did Om Damar ask me to choose him? If this is still related to her work, it's possible that this dress is for her secretary.

Isha! If so …. I chose a normal dress. I don't want Om Damar to be attracted to other girls. Especially secretary. Hmm ... What about secretary Om Damar. Gorgeous huh?

"What does Om Damar want? Want an evening dress or something?" I asked still with a feeling of annoyance. "What is fat with skinny? White or Ijo?" 

I saw the two salespeople holding back their laughter. 

Ish ... What the hell is funny? I don't know if I'm still sebel. This whole day was like a disaster for me. Late to school, fucked by Darren. Eh .. now even asked to choose a dress for a girl who knows who is the same Om Damar. 

Who yesterday made me unable to sleep because of the fighting and singing. Are all the words he said fake? Then ... What's the necklace for? Is he used to doing all this to every woman he likes?

"A dinner is the same as a normal business relationship. If the same posture of the wearer's skin later yes .. hmm, you know Laura's love anyway?" Om Damar suddenly mentioned the name of a beautiful artist peranakan bule and of course it surprised me. 

Haish! She must be beautiful. I can imagine Om Damar stepping in his black suit with his hands tied around his waist around a beautiful young lady. 

"If this is it." I directly pointed at a black dress with a sparkly tassel that was as if it was alive. 

Hmm. .. I'm sure, his appearance will look tacky with sparkling and lively tassel in his movements. Just imagine that I was happy. 

"Alright, then I want you to try it for me."

The smile on my lips vanished in an instant. Heh! Why should I try it?