Chased Om Om 2

The Hoopla of the Plumber

"Are you in trouble again?" ma'am Hartini asked after seeing us at the door of her room.

"Eh, we're just late ma'am."

"So the angkot broke down."

"We've run as fast as we can."

"Stop! Stop. It's changing." Ms. Hartini seemed annoyed to hear our words alternating. I think he was dizzy hearing the reason we said even at the same time.

Hearing the high voice spoken by our principal, my voice shrieked and I was silent without the courage to answer. I can't blame Kevin completely, I can't bear to see Ms. Hartini punish him anyway.

"We boarded the angkot, but we stopped quite far from the school. That's why we were late, ma'am," Kevin explained in the end.

"What does Kevin say, Tiara?" asked Bu Hartini a moment later.

"Euh .... Right Ma'am," I said. "Actually Kevin was late because of me. If only I could run faster."

Ms. Hartini sighed, her eyes glancing at my feet.

I think he should have started to consider not giving us a suspension. However this is not intentional.

Ms. Hartini frowned, it seemed like she doubted my words even though it was the reality that had happened. Kevin's messing around, but he didn't leave me at all.

But soon, the middle-aged woman scribbled her pen on a piece of paper. After affixing his signature, Ms. Hartini shifted it towards me.

"You can go back to class."

***

"Well! So you were late this morning, Ra?" repeated Darren as if he had not heard clearly my words.

"Yes, but thankfully, Ms. Hartini was kind again. So it's safe, I'm vest-free this time," I said in relief.

"Hush! Ngawur, it is precisely he today is not hearty. Urinary. Reportedly there are other school transfer children. And. the kid's a problem. Reportedly Ms. Hartini refused, but it seems like she can't fight the school board." Shinta immediately conveyed the results of his monitoring that almost never missed it.

"Well! Trouble bug?" tanya Raka confirms the core of Shinta's news.

"Yes, I heard that he moved to this school because ...." Shinta scratched her head.

"Because of dandruff? Or because of me?" my mouth was deliberately teasing him.

"Hi! No!" Shinta patted my arm in agitation. "What a problem is that. And reportedly anyway, he now lives with his family in what kind of housing."

"He lives near my house. We're neighbors." I saw the girl who used to help the canteen mom walk towards us. A pair of his hands held a tray containing a bowl of our ordered meatballs.

"Seriously?" ask Shinta.

I'm nodding my head. "He's good, there's nothing to worry about."

"G ... Mercifully. But you must be careful, Ra." Shinta looks worried.

"Silence, calm." Darren raised both his hands. "Repeat everyone. As long as there's Darren next to Tiara, everything will be safely under control."

I shake my head while laughing. "Jeez, Ren. What the fuck are you?"

"From now on, you can't leave your own home. I'll take you anywhere, period!" darren was like a possessive husband.

"Loh ... Poh. Why did I become such a gini prisoner anyway?" my annoyance.

"Ren, did you already have the science of splitting, like that amoeba? You also have a job. How could it be Tiara's personal bodyguard?" shinta supported my words.

Now replace Darren who scratched his head. "It's true too."

"By ... Already! Let's eat the meat first." Raka thrust a bowl of meatballs into each of us. "Cold rush, later if not good at not wanting to pay."

The young man smiled as he rolled his eyes at the girl who was still lowering the last bowl of meatballs on the tray. The girl returned Raka's smile awkwardly before leaving us.

"Basic! Playboy stamps the fleas, "sick Shinta while her friendly fingers, directly landed on Raka's ears.

"Ouch! Duh!" raka shouted while giggling. "Surely you keep hanging my feelings, Shin. It's the heart of my heart, like a salted fish."

***

"You're going home, Ren. I'm fine, really," I kicked out that was getting uncomfortable to follow. "You should rest before work."

The young man smiled, "No papah. What matters is that you survived."

"Here you go, gih!" throw me out once more. "We'll see you tomorrow."

Finally the young man gave up. Raised his shoulder before riding his bike. "Are you sure you don't want to take me?" ask him again.

I smiled and answered clearly. "Thank you."

Of course I can't continue to give false hope or use it. It's very inhumane to do such a thing. And I can imagine if I was treated like that. It must have been very painful.

"Neng, taxi Neng!" The voice suddenly sounded behind me.

I immediately turned my head to the side, to the paved road next to me. I saw a slow-moving car and the driver leaned his head out of his window.

I pulled the corner of my lips into a wide smile when I found out who the man inside was. "Om Damar!"

The man smiled broadly. "Come, I'll drive you home" he asked.

Quickly I got into his car and put on a safety belt. "Kok tumben Om through this area?"

"Inadvertently" he said quickly. "Will know you intentionally."

"God! When we meet."

"I want to see you every day, baby." The man smiled again, without leaving his focus on the paved road in front of him. "Eh yes. Have you been contacted by Om Marcel again?"

"About what Om?" my many.

"About creating new ads" he said.

"Yet, anyway. What's up, Om?"

"Just wait, let Om Marcel clear to you."

The soft sound of music and the air-conditioning gusts that touched my skin made me feel sleepy. Moreover, the air outside that felt scorching from earlier stung me.

"Sleep for a while, when I wake up." Om Damar seemed to be watching me from the sidelines of his concentration driving his car.

And sure enough, just after I got in front of my house, the man woke me up. I could feel her hands gently touching my hair and let me slowly wake up.

"We are in front of your house" he said softly. "Do you still want to sleep a little more? Do I have to turn around one more time?"

Stretch my hand for a moment. Sleeping for a few minutes is enough to make my eyes a little fresh.

"No, Om. Tiara's down now."

I was about to get out of the car when a pair of my eyes saw a matic motor that looked foreign to me. Is my mom getting a guest?

Just as I closed the car door, there appeared a woman with a lush body coming out with a face full of anger.

"I've been patient, Nilam! It's gone far from time!" he shouted loudly. "Next week, if you haven't paid for it yet, you need to get out of this house."

The woman got closer to me who was stepping in.

"Well! You!" Suddenly the big lady pointed her index finger at me. "You! Not that you should be able to help your mother find money! It's this big too."

Those pair of eyes were glaring like they were about to come off. Even his saliva gushed loose while speaking harshly.

"Nilam! You just sell your daughter, even raising a cow can make millions in a few years!" shouted again.

Suddenly my mother came out of the house. His right hand carried a teflon pot ready to be smashed by "Jeng Vivin! This is my business with Jeng Vivin. I can't accept that Jeng is concerned about linking all of this with Tiara!"

"God! What is this, why are you fiercer than me!" the woman shouted while pulling me as a shield between them.