Chased Om Om 2

Cinderella Mischief

"You look ... amazing." The compliment sounded so beautiful in my ears. 

Aih .. can shadow, right, how does it feel. My heart feels like "nyesss" really. After looking forward to anxiety because I was worried that my appearance did not match his expectations, it turned out that instead, he liked it instead. 

And .. sure, Om Damar really bought a dress that expensive for me. Hmm ... It's possible that Om Damar did intend to change me completely. I who, well .. always look mediocre this is transformed completely into a princess. 

But …. Maybe I am hallucinating being a princess. Ah ... like cinderella mishap. 

If that's the case, I hope it's all real. I don't want to wake up from this beautiful dream, even if I have to be late for school. 

After shopping for a lot of good stuff, Om Damar finally drove me home. It was very late by then. And I was quite surprised to see a motorbike parked in front of my porch. A sports motorcycle that I clearly recognize as Darren's!

It seemed like since I left her just like that, she caught up with me and looked for me all the way home. And don't-don't .. mama so panicked because of his appearance. Aih! Really ngeselin! Don't be so panicked when mom calls school. And that means tomorrow I have to deal with the counselling teacher and also take care of the school's mail violations. 

But ... what if because of the news mama became shocked and sick like the events of the past. God, why is my mind getting so messed up. 

I quickly opened the door. 

The aroma of cooking smells all the way to the small living room of our house. The young man in his gray-white uniform looked up at me, who was standing at the door. 

Darren put his android on the table. On the screen is his favorite war simulation game. He stood up and looked at me with a strange look. 

"You left me in that park and went shopping?" ask her in wonder. 

I took a breath and passed from him. I feel like I don't have to answer that question. It could be that my answer will muddy the chaotic situation between the two of us. 

"Ra, answer me." Darren followed my steps to the front door of my room. I can still hear his voice from behind that door. 

"Ra, please! It's against me" he said. "I know I was wrong. But that's not a big mistake, is it? Why don't you let me fix it? Why don't you give me a chance to fix everything?" 

The sound of knocking on the wooden door sounded so noisy. But I tried to ignore it by busying myself unpacking all my grocery bags. 

Not only the beautiful dress, Om Damar also gave me a set of jewelry that I have to wear at the event tonight. Also a white sling bag with a logo of two C letters interlocked. 

I was still amazed to see the beauty of those luxury items when I heard the voice of my mother trying to stop the mess created by Darren. 

"Help .… You better go home first. Give Tiara time to calm down." 

"But Aunt …."

"Believe the same aunt, tomorrow you will be better again." My mother calmed my schoolmate down. "Aunty doesn't know what's going on with you guys, but auntie knows Tiara won't keep the bitterness for too long in her heart." 

The voice was getting weaker, it seemed like my mother had managed to herd him away from my doorstep. Ah ... thank goodness. 

***

Shinta pointed at the knickknacks I still had on my king. "Are you sure he didn't expect anything from you?" 

I raised both of my eyebrows while blasting my lips together. Yes ... It does not make sense if there is someone who does not expect something with the gift of value as expensive as this. 

But my assessment of Om Damar is different. My feeling is that she's completely different from any other man I've ever met. And I don't know why I'm so sure of this thought.

"If he wants something weird, he can do it all from the past. No need to waste a lot of money. Starting from mama's treatment, expressing her feelings with this," I said while holding a beautiful necklace that Om Damar had given me that night. "He promised to wait for me until I was old."

"And ... do you like it too?" ask Shinta. He seemed to be getting curious about all these stories.

I nodded slowly. "He's different Shin. He's not like all the men I've ever known."

"Gee! Sure oes. He's a lot more mature, while the guys you know are all students, our schoolmates." Shinta pinched my waist in a fit of anxiety. 

I laughed while dodging at his next pinch attack. Of course it was tingly, not just a little pain. 

Shinta suddenly stopped her laughter. "Well, how about Darren, Ra?" 

I raised both of my shoulders by shaking my head. "I never felt like I was giving her hope, the same. I have said several times that I did not want to date while I was in school. I don't want to go out with her parents' money, Shin." 

"Yes .. yes." Shinta started to look uncomfortable. Maybe he felt that I was getting upset because he was meddling too much with my business. "Ra, I don't know for sure what you're working on. But my message, don't be too trusting of what looks good in front of you. It could be a mask." 

"Yes .. yes. I know," I said. 

"Yes, I'm home" he said, standing and waving his hand. "You know where to call me, if there's anything …." 

I nodded my head with a smile on my lips. "I knew. Don't worry." 

My pair of eyes still followed Shinta's departure until her steps came out of my room. No one really knows what will happen at the reunion. No Shinta .. neither do I. 

I never thought that Om Damar's school reunion was the start that changed all these beautiful Cinderella stories. All the stories of the past are beginning to unfold and make my chest feel tight. 

***

Well ... already read "Pursued Om Om" the previous season, right? The love triangle between Alfred - Tiara and Damar will be a little contained in this story. 

I'm sure I read it, right? It's on the free platform next door too. With the same title. 

Hmm... how is it, Alfred and Tiara's life after fifteen years later? There was a commotion again, right? Is Damar gonna fight again with Alfred? Or even these two Tiara will not get along? Hihah…. Yuk, I'm waiting for your comment.