Chased Om Om 2

Kabar Escape

"She .. she's Om Damar. The man who wears my services as his company model" I said. "He's coming soon. Of course because he doesn't want to lose. Wouldn't it be that if I got hurt, then the product would fail to launch?"

I pulled the corner of my lips. That should be enough to make him no longer suspect our relationship. And one more thing, I'm not lying about this.

"Gosh, Tiara. You mean ... are you using him?" suddenly tanyanya.

My eyes were round and I immediately crossed my hands. "No. No. You can't call it that" I said in self-defense. "I just got my right to get protection as his model."

Shinta tied her hands together in front of her chest. His face looked serious as if he wanted to read something on my face. Ah ... really made my feelings become chaotic and misbehaved.

Suddenly a smile spread across his lips. "Because of you!"

The girl laughed, indicating that she was happy to have played me. Of course I feel relieved that this interrogation is over. Even I can still feel the pounding in my heart, what would it be if he knew there was something between me and Om Damar.

"I know, you don't want to go with om-om. Guys as cool as Ricky you dare to refuse. Let alone om-om," he said as he patted one of my cheeks gently.

With a tickle my best friend's waist to make him laugh chuckle until it rolled over my bed.

Jeez …. Shinta, if you knew how I feel right now. Maybe I'll talk that naive. I'm not gonna fall in love with om-om. But in reality, no one can choose which feelings will be tied to whom.

Like I feel right now. Maybe I still feel embarrassed to admit it, even though in my heart it has been carved beautifully his name. Maybe for a teenager my age, he's an om-om. But to me, he was a charming man.

The ringing of the cell phone stopped our laughter. I saw on his screen a name was flashing. About Marcel! What the hell did you call me last night?

"I go home first, Ra," said Shinta just before I picked up my phone. "Udah malem, see you tomorrow."

I waved as my best friend swung his foot out of my bedroom door. I delivered his departure with the look of my eyes until the back disappeared behind the door.

"Hello, Om! Tumben malem-malem gini call," I said half-conversation.

"I heard about that incident. Well how? Can still walk, right? The Damar event is two days away. It can be messed up later if you can not waltz on the catwalk," said Om Marcel.

"Op Om! What if Tiara's gonna show her with a stick?" godaku's.

"Eh, really? You can't walk?" Om Marcel spontaneously shouted in panic. "Jeez, what do I do? Looking for a model in two days? Oh my God!"

"Om .. Om Marcel. Are you really looking for another model? Tiara can still walk, really," I said, unable to stop playing Om Marcel because of the panic that attacked him.

"How not to search …. What's?" The panic of Om Marcel was over. "Can you walk? You really aren't papa?"

"Gosh, thank goodness" he said. "You almost made me hang."

"Gee! Kok Tiara. From there, times ..Every human has a heart. Tiara can't make a heart, really," I joked.

"Ih, not funny ah," said Om Marcel from inside the flat object in my hand. "Next month there is a fashion show. Louis Bridal wants to hold an audition for the show. Are you interested in representing the agency? Of course if you can enter the candidate, you can rake in a big profit."

Suddenly Om Marcel was talking about a big offer. Very strange! A crumpled model like me gets a fantastic offer like this representing the Big Star agency. Isn't this so weird?

"Om Marcel, why did Om choose me. Not the others?" my many. Of course this is very strange. Why didn't Marcel choose another model? The top model of his agency who already has bandrol on the market, isn't it easier for him to qualify for the audition?

Long enough Om Marcel was silent, maybe he was thinking hard to answer this question. In my mind, it could be that this is Om Damar who is influencing Om Marcel. And of course I don't like this. After all, I'd rather someone see the results of my hard work, not the connection.

"Lookin Tiara. First, I've seen your potential and talent. You can do it. Because after all a famous model will start her career from zero," he explained. "Secondly, you are the best fit for the qualifications that the designer in our agency expects. Young and a novice model with a fresh face."

"You know what that means? They are looking for a new model. And this is your chance to pursue your career!" om Marcel with excitement. "And the third most important of all. I'm sure you can Tiara. I give you one hundred percent support! My eyes were almost never mistaken in choosing a model!"

"Ew .. it's up to the same Om, deh. Arrange it," I said later. "Toh .. Tiara doesn't have a manager."

"Managers? Also true. Maybe after this you need a manager, someone who can manage everything for you" said Om Marcel. "For the time being, I'll arrange everything for you."

I pulled the corner of my lips. "Thank You Om!"

A clicking sound rang out, the phone connection sign had been disconnected. But the ringing sound came back and I hadn't even had time to put the flat thing back. The name flashing above the screen left me flabbergasted in disbelief.

The raka! What's with everybody today? Why do they look so weird? Inevitably, I picked up my phone by pulling the green icon up.

"Near! Lusty!" said the young man with a clear nervous tone.

"What the hell is it, Ka! Malem-malem gini," I said.

"Darren's there, isn't he?" tanyanya.

"No. Why is he running to my house?" I was a little cynical.

"Ew .. His family is at a loss looking for him. Darren's missing!"

"A–what?"