Chased Om Om 2

My hero

I felt pain for a long time because of my right leg. After the fall, I no longer forced myself to get up. Let alone to wake up, this pain alone had already felt enough to torment me. 

After all I'm sure sooner or later someone will come after me. At least Raka, Shinta or even Om Damar will see the incoming call from me and try to find out. 

Nah! Right estimate. The voice …. That must be them. They realized I needed help. 

"Search him all over the school!" That voice sounded so firm. Accompanied by the sound of footsteps that knocked quickly on the floor of the school corridor. I don't think it's just one or two people. The footsteps of many adults!

Brak!! 

The sound of a door being violently slammed. His clash with the walls of the room produced a loud sound and managed to surprise me. The sunlight that entered the room was quite dark, making me glare.

I turned my head, staring at the figure standing right in the middle of the door frame. The silhouette whose body was tall, I could clearly recognize. Even without seeing his face.

"Near!" yells.

Quickly the man approached me. Looking at my skirt that was torn to length due to the fall earlier, she swiftly took off her suit and closed the part of my body that was open. 

"Aren't you papa? Can you still walk?" ask her with an anxious tone. 

"Ew .. My leg hurts. The signal's gone here. That's why I had to get on that chair to get help." I'm trying to explain what happened before. 

"Shh …. I know," he said. The man lifted me up with both hands and led me out of the room full of dust. "I heard your scream before the call broke." 

Calmly, Om Damar carried me down the school corridor. Somehow he could be so calm, while I myself was so busy calming my heartbeats. How could I possibly calm down if I was in his arms, smelling his distinctive scent even feeling his occasional breath sweep across my facial skin.

Fortunately, the lesson is ongoing. There were only a few students who happened to be in the corridor. And .. of course this makes me feel uncomfortable, awkward and uncomfortable. Hmm ... sure the unpleasant gossip will soon spread after this.

Ah ... for what I care. If Om Damar hadn't shown up and taken me out of that place, I couldn't even imagine when I would be locked up in there. Inside the long-abandoned warehouse room, with thick dust and numerous cobwebs at every corner.

I was surprised when Om Damar dropped me off on a sofa, in a room I recognized as the principal's room. The place with the scent of fresh jasmine looks empty, until a voice from outside the room sounds as if welcoming our arrival.

"Tiara, aren't you papa?" asked Bu Hartini, my principal's mother in an anxious tone. The woman looked at me from head to toe.

"I want the perpetrator to be dealt with with with a strict punishment, Mom," Om Damar said suddenly in a serious tone. "The wand that was placed to lock the door handle was clear evidence that the culprit had planned all of this. And one thing is for sure, I don't want this to happen again."

Bu Hartini looked at Om Damar sharply. Like a look that is investigating. While Om Damar is seen putting on his flat face. 

Om Damar turned his eyes to me. Of course, Ms. Hartini questioned that. Om Damar was completely foreign to him. And that question made me feel wrong. What if Om Damar is telling the truth? Gosh, it could be messy that a study program staying soon will be finished this. I could have been expelled from school because it was considered a bad student because the road is the same om-om. Aih .... Wretch!

"You want to know who I am?" tanya Om Damar seemed to challenge a problem to come to him.

Gluey! 

I swallowed my saliva rough. What would Om Damar say? Hopefully, he still remembers his promise to wait for me and not say strange things to Ms. Hartini. Just be careful if he messes things up by telling the truth.

"I'm the one who's already contracted Tiara as my company model. I don't want the model I've paid for to be hurt and unable to complete its obligations. What I need to mention is the nominal loss that I will definitely experience if he is injured," said Om Damar. "Do I need to file a claim for damages for injuries sustained by my model?" 

My eyes are rounded. Gosh, is this matter as serious as that to involve the law? Om Damar seems to have gone too far. Poor Bu Hartini. How could Om Damar threaten a woman like Ms. Hartini.

"T–but, I …." 

I was forced to stop my sentence when I saw the hand gesture given by Om Damar. Well, maybe this is just a bluff that was deliberately given by Om Damar. I will just be a spectator and entrust everything to Om Damar.

"Don't blame me, if some police will come and look for the perpetrator of the siege" continued Om Damar.

"Shortly ... a moment, sir. I hope not one of our students will deal with the police or law officers. Everyone in this school is family. So every problem that exists must be solved in a family way," said Bu Hartini at length. "I hope you understand."

Om Damar was still staring at my principal's mother with his flat face. There was not a single smile even something that made his heart look soft. The face revealed a clear arrogance-clad firmness. 

"Then ... what would you do to someone who obviously committed a crime on the Tiara? Are you just gonna let it go?" 

Ms. Hartini pulled the corner of her lips. It seemed that the woman was trying to soften Om Damar's heart, though in fact Om Damar's face remained cold, as cold as the iceberg before him.

"Don't worry, sir," he said in his signature clear, authoritative voice. "We must be educating the daughter's son who has been entrusted to us as best we can."

The man stared at the circular watch on his wrist. A moment later he took a long breath. 

"Well, I want you to find and punish the culprit. Or …." This time Om Damar pulled the corner of his lips. But it was not a smile like usual. The smile seemed to intimidate his opponent. "This school will stop operating." 

Heh! How powerful is Om Damar? How could he possibly shut down a school that had stood for decades?