Chased Om Om 2

Who He Is

"Dam, we need to talk" said the woman calmly as if ignoring my presence in the place. 

Om Damar seems reluctant to follow his orders. I could feel it from his breath when he inevitably had to stand up from his chair. I tried to block his steps by holding his hand.

But Om Damar calmed me down with a smile and a light peck on my forehead. "I'll be right back."

I nodded my head. For a moment I watched the two people who looked like they were in a heated debate. Hmm ... Strange, that woman's face is like a stranger to me. I try to think harder. Where have I seen that face? 

Gluey! 

I swallowed my saliva rough. I can remember it now. He ... he …. She was the girl in the photo. The photos are neatly lined up along the shelves in Om Damar's house! She was a girl he could never forget. She was his first love girl. 

Maybe not, I can take that heart? Or ... maybe I shouldn't get involved between them. 

Isn't my future still long? Maybe by avoiding and forgetting from now on, it won't make my heart hurt more than it does now. 

Ah .. I know now. He made me look like this just to attract the attention of that woman. He just used me. 

So, all this time all the words he said in front of me were all lies. He doesn't really love me. All fake!  There is nothing more to defend. 

I stood up from my chair. I don't know what I feel right now. The feeling of anger at being betrayed, disappointed, sad, all mixed into one. Maybe it's even pointless, I'm here. I'd better just go home. 

Not even my feet reached the door, there was a commotion inside. Right in the place, where Om Damar previously stood. The sound of horror was followed by someone falling.

My eyes were round when I realized someone was involved in the fight. Where's that woman? Now all I saw was a middle-aged bule man, standing with his bow in a pair of clenched hands.

While Om Damar who had just fallen was immediately up. The man also clenched his fists beside his body. Isha! Crazy about Damar. He wanted to fight the middle-aged man. Who exactly is that bule guy? Is it the former school teacher? But …. Why did he have to fight with his former teacher?

"Sister." 

Suddenly my arm was touched by the girl. The girl I knew named Fretty suddenly pulled my hand out of the building. "We just walk outside yuk, inside is very boring." 

The pretty Barbie doll girl dragged me to the park next to the meeting hall. A very green garden with well-maintained elephant grass and lush plants as a guardrail of the path to a fish pond with a fountain in the middle. 

"Son's like candy?" tanyakanya. The girl put one of her hands in her jumsuit pocket. Soon a loli came out with his hand. 

"I don't like it when my parents take me to this kind of event. It's really boring" said the girl. "They should have left me at home, didn't force me to go to this boring show." 

Suddenly the girl looked at me. From the look of her eyes as if implying a desire for me to agree to her words. Somehow I felt nervous when I saw his gaze, a gaze that seemed to be trying to read my mind. 

"Ew .. yes. We should be home and studying." I finally answered that. 

"Ish .. mabar dong, Brother. Play online games with friends. It was just fun" the girl said without hesitation. 

I pulled the corner of my lips. Ah ... he was right, maybe that's what I should have done at this late age. Enjoy life, play with my friends. Not even busy as if enjoying the routine of the work contract I signed. 

"Good thing, play with friends. But don't let your lesson slip, yeah."

"Sister also likes to play online games? Play what, brother? We play together, yuk," he said excitedly. 

"Ew, not really. I don't play games" honestly.

I'm sure by now he'll be looking at me if I'm old-fashioned, outdated. But at least I'm telling the truth. I could see his opinion of me from the look on his face that had suddenly changed. 

"Well! Do you play online games at all? Dih .. say if you do not want to play with me," he said half sulked. 

Oh my God .. she's adorable. 

"No. Indeed, my sister does not have time to play online games," I said as I reached out my hand to pinch her cheeks.

"Ih! Which planet does my brother live on? How never to play a game?" The question is pressing more and more as if I don't believe my confession.

I raised my hands up and started moving them as if I was scaring them. "I came from the planet Belobelo. And now I'm going to catch you," I said as I began to direct my hands to tickle her.

But suddenly this joy was piqued by the voice of someone calling my name.  

"Near!" The baritone's voice was heard in my ear. 

With a spontaneous movement, I turned to the origin of the sound and stopped my tickling movements on Fretty's waist.