Chased Om Om 2

A Story of the Past

"Fretty!" 

The two men stood looking at us. Their faces showed something uncomfortable. Ah .. of course, they were fighting. I'm sure the middle-aged bule man was the woman's husband. 

"Tiara, we're going home now!" said Om Damar. The man suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me away from that place. 

"So .. right my guess," said the bule man suddenly. "You can't even move on yet. You can't forget Tiara, so look for another Tiara as your outlet."

Om Damar stopped his steps. The man seemed to be disturbed by the words of the bule man. His hands clenched, even my arms ached as the grip tightened. 

"Oh, sick Om," I cried as I tried to release the grip of his hand. "What's wrong Tiara?"

The man loosened the grip of his hand. He slowly turned around and walked closer to the man.

"Fifteen years ago I gave up on you. I let go of my love and let it go for you. For me I will do everything for the woman I love. I will protect her, keep her heart happy. I can even pretend to love someone so that they no longer think about how I feel, but …." Om Damar did not continue his words. 

The bule man smiled triumphantly. "Why don't you just admit you're a loser?" 

A punch this time flew into the face of the tall man. I screamed in surprise at the unexpected event. Om Damar attacked the man, causing him to stagger slightly withstanding the blow that hit his left jaw.

The big man seemed to rub the red patches coming out of his lips. "You're really a loser who can't let go of the past. Heh! I feel so sorry for every woman you approach. Start from Rissa and now .. her."

I was surprised when the bule man looked at me as if he was giving a warning code or whatever. Sssh ... What exactly has happened in Om Damar's past? Why does the woman's husband not like her either.

Om Damar pointed his middle finger at the middle-aged man. "Don't interfere with my business. And this time I meant what I said." 

Om Damar pulled my arm back and took me away from the building where the reunion was taking place. It was a really messed up reunion. 

"Dam .. Dam, wait a minute. You're not papa, are you?" ask the man named Tirta when he stopped our steps. 

Om Damar shook his head in response to the question from his friend. 

"Ah, I told you. Don't force yourself to come. I can guess what happened" he said.

"When did you become a psychic?" said Om Damar in a flat voice. "I came with good intentions. To prove to her that everything that happened to Rissa wasn't me doing it." 

"I understand .. I understand, Dam," said Om Tirta. "But unfortunately there is no evidence. You don't have a strong alibi." 

How strange. What the hell are they talking about? Heh .. is it true that the man said that Om Damar does not really love me, but only thinks of me as the shadow of the woman? If that's the case, then woe to me. 

Om Damar opened the car door and told me to go inside. I still see a debate between them. I need to know what's really going on. But what if Om Damar lied to me about the story. Just like he said he's never been close to any woman but me, in all these fifteen years.

For a while I was just sitting by his side. The shadow became a star at a grand reunion, gone already. Only a somber atmosphere was present in front of me. Even the lights glittered along the way, unable to color our night.

"Why?" he asked when he heard my breath. 

I clenched my lips and nodded slowly. There was a feeling of disappointment in my heart at the thought of all the sweet treatment directed at me that was simply due to the similarity of name. I had no meaning in his heart. 

Om Damar stretched out his hand and stroked the top of my head. "It's not the show you're dreaming of, is it? Sorry," he said as if he was serious. 

I feel his mood has started to improve. I think it's time to question all the doubts that have troubled me. 

"May Tiara have something in common Om?" ask me very carefully. 

The man pulled the corner of his lips. "Just ask."

"Ew ... Om regards Tiara as what? Lover or .. just because of that woman?" I don't know why my throat was suffocating when I said that word.

Om Damar stopped the vehicle. The man parked it safely on the side of the road. While he activated his hazard lights. 

"All the answers to that question are in your heart. All this time what you felt when you were with me, wasn't it sincere? Can I do all of that without sincerity?" he said the question that came back made me upset. 

"But Om, why did the man fight with Om?" my many. Of course I won't let go before everything in my past is known.

Om Damar laughed softly. "We fought every time we met. He's very possessive."

"So .. is she jealous of Om?" my guess.

The man tucked his shoulders. 

"So I hope ..you realize that everything I do is sincere, because I love you, Tiara," he said. His pair of eyes sparkled beautifully exposed to the light of street lights. 

"A riddle to you. Do you know how different stars are from you?" said it.

I scrunched my face and started thinking. Of course it's very different. I am a human being, while the stars are heavenly bodies. This seems like a nonsensical answer, as is his habit. Questions are not connected and crisp.

"Star in the sky, I'm here" I said.

The man smiled broadly. He put my chin down and was faced right in front of his face. "If the stars light up everyone, but you always light up my heart." 

My eyes were round, my heart was pounding faster. Aih .. what this feeling is. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth touch my lips.