Chased Om Om 2

The Stalker

I put my foot through the school corridor. The pain is still in my right ankle. But I tried to ignore it. Maybe I should have brought the painkiller next time. 

The school corridor began to fall apart. Of course because all the students had gone home since then, just because I had to meet Mr. Halim to collect assignments, I ended up coming home much later. 

Surprisingly, I felt something was wrong. Something not right now. I feel like someone is watching me. I want to run, but my legs are sore. 

Sometimes I stop and look around to see my surroundings. It's strange! It doesn't look like anyone. Maybe .. This is just my feeling. 

Assuming there was nothing to worry about, it would definitely make my feelings a lot calmer. I sighed, tightened the strap of the backpack with both hands and took another step back. 

But my steps stopped, when I saw some photos that were like intentionally and just stuck to the wall. Heh! Who the hell is gini? Why does he deliberately want to upset me. What exactly does he want? 

Maybe it was the same guy. I don't think I can ignore this anymore. Maybe I should have acted then, not waited until it happened a second time. 

I took one photo after another that stuck to the wall. My photos at school and the photos of Om Damar helping me yesterday! So ... it's been confirmed, whoever did this is in this school. 

I looked at the photos one by one in my hand. I don't like this way. Why should he hide like a coward! What exactly is his wish? Why should you terrorize me like this?

I immediately turned around to observe my surroundings. I saw a movement. Someone is stalking me! I'm sure of it! He's all around me right now.

I'm pissed off. "This is all just an act done by a coward!" I grumbled with rage. 

Can't help but be curious, I tried to find out by walking towards the movement earlier. Who knows I could catch the culprit wet. 

But there's nobody behind that wall. It's blank! There's nobody there. Maybe he's gone. Ah ... Come on, I'd better go home. I need to rest my feet that are starting to feel this pain.

"Who is a coward?" The sound made me jump in surprise. I immediately turned to the origin of the voice. 

And .. right behind me stood our school's basketball captain. I saw sweat pouring down his forehead, while his hands hugged a dark orange-colored ball with both hands. 

"You're not home yet?" I asked while neutralizing my surprise. 

The young man pulled the corner of his lips. He stretched out his right hand and stuck it on my forehead. "Normal. I think after yesterday's event your brain went back to normal." 

I snorted in annoyance. Looks like Ricky started fishing with me. "Do you think I'm not normal, then? Do you think all the girls that refuse you are not normal? Cih ... ge er once anyway!" 

Ricky suddenly laughed. "Hasn't your taste been om-om all this time? Starting from Pak Seno to om-om kemaren," he mocked. "It's lucky that you fell yesterday, your brain shifted to where it was. So now you can see that I'm much better than your om-oms, right?"

My eyes are rounded. "God! It's good that my brain is sliding!"

The young man again laughed mockingly. "So how? After seeing this fondness of your Ricky, did you change your mind and accept me to be your girlfriend?"

Never mind, he will never change. Why am I responding to his words? Free. There is only pain if I continue to serve his words. 

I still hear the sound of the basketball. At least I know, it wasn't Ricky. And of course, he might not act like a coward. Doesn't a don juan seem to be easily expressing love, then deciding it with a heart not even just on one or two people. With so much experience, it was impossible for him to act like a coward.

If it wasn't Ricky, it wasn't Darren. Then who is he?

I was still preoccupied with all sorts of thoughts in my brain. Of course about the mystery of the stalker. If only Om Damar could help me solve this problem, of course I would be a little calm. 

Tin! Tin!

The sound of the horn sounded very loud, making me jump back so surprised. Maybe it was because my mind was floating around, so I didn't notice her presence near me. 

"I've been waiting for you here a long time" Om Damar said as he opened the windshield. I saw her distinctive smile tucked in her lips. 

"Om Damar accidentally picked up Tiara? Not busy?" ask me after sitting next to him. I put on the safety belt and put it on the locker.

"Who is also not worried if his girlfriend goes to school even though his legs are sprained" he said. 

Jeez …. Isn't that too much. 

"Should I use a wheelchair so Om wouldn't have to worry about me?" I intend to tease him. 

The man snapped his finger. "Good ideas!" he exuberantly exclaimed. 

I patted my forehead while shaking my head. 

"I'm not a kid, Om. There's nothing to worry about" I said. "Had there been anything, I knew I could count on Om." 

This time the man smiled broadly. His hands stretched out and began to gently shake the top of my head. 

"I know .. I know. But ... Anyway, I can't stop worrying about you, Tiara," he said. "For me, you mean a lot. You look like a glass ball, a beautiful crystal ball. And ... I don't dare, um .. I'll never let go because I'm always afraid that if the crystal ball I let go, it'll crack or break."

I laughed while shaking my head. Of course because I find this very funny. How could he compare me to that kind of thing?

"Om, then .. what is the need for Tiara to be placed in the museum. Make displays. So no one can touch it so as not to break," I said responding to a sentence that I considered a mere appeal. "Tiara is not an inanimate object, Om. Tiara can survive, it even needs great power to destroy a pearl." 

The man took a long breath. His gaze looked empty, straight at the streets.  "Pearl ... Pearl," he said in ******* that I can still hear.  

Hmm.... strange, why did his facial expression change?