Chased Om Om 2

De Javu

“Tiara!” welcome Marcel who immediately stood up from his chair. 

As usual, Marcel always managed to catch my awkwardness and immediately melt the freezing atmosphere around him. 

“From ... sit here,” call him while patting the chair beside him. 

“Tiara?” ask the stranger. While om Marcel nodded his head while twitching flirtatiously as usual.

“Om Marcel, it looks like I can do the last offer Om gave me,” I said without a word. “What ... Om have found someone else as his advertising model?”

Om Marcel seemed to communicate with each other through his eyes with the guest. Really, it feels like I'm just an alien on an alien planet and they're both researching me. 

“What's your name?” ask the stranger. 

“Tiara, Om,” I said politely. 

I'm sure he's one of the sponsors who might give me an advertising job. Even if judging from his appearance, he did not seem ordinary. The clothes he wears and his style of speech are very visible if he is not a random person. 

I don't know why my heart is beating so hard. I couldn't even look into her pair of deep-living eyes. I bowed my head because I could not resist that sharp look.

Suddenly, the big hand reached out to me. I looked up at the face of the stranger. I saw a smile painted there. Want to not, I returned it. I pulled the corner of my lips to give him a smile. I stretched my hand back to her hand. 

"Dirgantara Damara," he said introducing himself. "Call me Damar."

With an awkward feeling, I re-introduced myself with a full name. "Kahiyang Pearls." 

The sound of clapping was heard in the room. Om Marcel stood up from his chair. On his face was a smile of relief, like in spite of his depressed feelings. 

I quickly pulled my hand. It was uncomfortable, plus the pounding of my heart did not subside. What if she can hear the sound of a drum inside my chest? Must be embarrassing. 

"So ... Damar, do you want to take it as your sport advertising model?" om Marcel asked the man who had just introduced himself.

The man still looked at me sharply. It was as if something was wrong on my face. It made me feel uneasy, though soon he started nodding his head.

"Ah .. thank goodness. I don't need to find a new star to replace it." Marcel raised both hands. "I really hate to lose so much time doing auditions."

"But you never hate receiving payment envelopes, Om Marcel." Om Damar chuckled. "I think you have to retire soon and find a replacement who is up to date so that Big Star performance does not decline."

"God ... Damar, why should I retire if I live alone at home." Om Marcel came back with his chirp to refute the phrase om Damar. 

"That's why you should get married soon" he said quickly.

"Ah ... here. Anyone knows my taste is too high. No one deserves to marry me." Om Marcel clasped his hands at the guest before him in his elegant style. "Unless .. you want to be my future husband."

Om Marcel was upset. "Ah .. forget about him. When he's happy, why don't you try to be happy?" 

A conversation that was quite confusing for me. Of course, because I only know Om Marcel in general. A nice guy who ... well, falls into the category a little weird for me. While the guest, Om Damar .. this time I met him. 

Suddenly Om Marcel clapped both hands. It seems he no longer wants to be in the same discussion. A smile was engraved on her lips, as she turned her face to me.

"Gosh .. We've confused Tiara," said om Marcel to make me waver. Of course the awkwardness back teased me. It feels uncomfortable to hear the conversation of others, even though I can not fully understand some of them.

"So I'll ask you one more time .. do you want to wear it? Or should I keep looking for someone new for you?" Marcel repeated his question. "I'm promoting him to you, because I think he's the right person to play the ad. The posture and firmness of his face …"

Om Damar seemed to nod his head. "Looks similar to him. The old advertising star," the murmur was still heard in my ear. 

Dehem's voice was heard covering the sentence that the Big Star's owner said. "Similar characteristics, more precisely."

"De javu" said om Damar once again with a smile on his lips.

"Alright .. Tiara, come back tomorrow. Om will make a contract letter that you need to sign for the sports product advertisement. Four o'clock in the afternoon. Okay!" said Marcel firmly.

I nodded my head approving of the order given by the middle-aged man before me. Of course there is relief in my heart, getting a photo shoot job means I can slightly ease the costs my mom has to bear now. 

I put my backpack back on and get out of my chair. I packed a smile before I lowered my head. “Still Om, I'll see you tomorrow,”.

I stepped out of Marcel's office. Meanwhile outside the office, there were still so many young girls sitting sweetly in the waiting room. I just went through them until I met with Elsy.

“Having Tiara finished?” he was surprised to see my presence.

“Udah, Brother. Om said, tomorrow I have to come here at four in the afternoon for the signing of a work contract,” I said with a beaming face.

“O yes? Good that. We will often meet again,” said the dark-skinned sweet girl. “But ... You still have time, right, to study? Isn't your reason for stopping that time ..”

I blushed in shame. “Actually I have no problem with lessons, brother. Just ... I want to enjoy free time with more calm.”

“Ah .. Brother wants you to stick with your achievements now. Do not saggy just because of a busy schedule.” Brother Elsy advised me. 

I put my index finger together with my thumb in front of my face. “OK Brother!” I said with a big smile. “Tiara go home first yes, Brother!” 

I took my foot out of the studio door and was about to find an angkot as usual to go home. When a young man in a black jacket with his black binocular helmet, stopped his motorbike in front of me. 

“Heh!” I shouted in surprise.

“Good!” tell the young man in the black jacket.