Chased Om Om 2

Don't-don't ....

"Pst! Brother Elsy," I said to the girl standing guard at the reception desk while tapping my index finger.

"Eh, you're Ra. Why?" the tanyanya is friendly usually.

I look around me. There was no sign of Om Damar there. I didn't even see his car in the parking lot.

"Om Damar hasn't come yet, has he?" because I don't want anyone to hear.

Elsy turned her eyes towards me. "Euh. not yet, Ra. Wh-why yes?” the question is like stammering.

I let out a sigh of relief. "No brother, no papa. Cuman uh... there is a little small problem.” I held my chest, hoping my heart would feel a little calm. “Yes, I've met Om Marcel, if so.”

But when I turned around, it turned out that Om Damar was behind me. His eyes were as sharp as a knife that was ready to chop me to pieces.

“Aih! Pantesan Kak Els so nervous that, it turns out he was behind me, my inner”. I quickly lowered my head and passed from before him.

“Loh .. loh, Tiara. Where you going? Didn't you just look for me?” ask Om Damar with his loud voice.

Fortunately it was late afternoon, in the sense that the studio was almost closed. So there aren't many people left in there. I can imagine how gossip would spread so quickly if they all knew all about the truth of our relationship.

I blinked my eyes and gave the code with my brow to keep him quiet and just follow me. But instead of understanding and secretly following me, the man seemed to deliberately play tricks on me.

“Tiara, what's with your eyes?” ask him again with a volume of sound that is no less loud.

I'm pissed off. I removed both my hands on my chest and hurried away leaving her.

“Gumussh! Why the hell you are not sensitive to this simple code,” muttered me while entering the VIP waiting room as quiet as usual.

Shortly thereafter, Om Damar came after me.

“Kok whining that anyway? Want to know, how do you look with your face folded?” Om Damar took his cell phone out of his pocket.

“Eit ... eit! Take photos without permission, I'm royalty! Watch out!” sahutku.

Click!

That clicked voice showed that the man had truly manifested his intentions. Fortunately, I covered my face with my hands.

"Yes .." he sounded disappointed when he saw the results of his shots on his phone.

I waved my hand in front of him.

"Om, so .. explain why I was told to come here at four this afternoon?" My toot. "What happened this afternoon?"

Om Damar put his phone back in. The man looked at me with both hands holding my shoulders. His face looks serious, and honestly this scares me a little.

I bow my head awkwardly. "Regarding that debt, Om can cut from the salary that I should have received," I continued without daring to look into his eyes.

"Tiara, look at me" he said.

I still bow my head. The feeling of awkwardness and shame, as if making me unable to look at his face. Like I don't have a face in front of him anymore.

"Look at me, Tiara," he asked once more.

But I still didn't have the courage to raise my face and look back at him. Until his hand touched my chin and lifted it until our eyes met.

I could see that handsome face full of charisma in front of me. His pair of shady eyes, as if offering a protection and peace.

"Am I not your lover? Didn't I promise to take care of you and protect you? I just want to keep my word, Tiara."

The man pulled the corner of his lips, casting a beautiful smile.

The lover! Right, but .. I don't want him to assume I'm using him and our relationship status to solve this problem. Or even what if he ends up tying me to that debt?

"But Om, fifty million is not a small amount. I can't take that money for granted, I'm –"

The deg!

Heh! Whatisthis? Maybe he's not the kind of guy I've been thinking about. Lest he be the same as the perverted om-om that's out there.

Holy hooch! Am I too innocent to be aware of his innocence?

"Ouch! Why Om Damar playing selentik anyway?" My protest while stroking my forehead.

"You too, why glare like that? Do I look like a ghost?"

"Euh, abisnyaa .. ngapain Om use the proposal of the event all transactions. Tiara's the thing," I said. "Basic Om pervert!"

But suddenly his fingers landed on my forehead.

"Oh, what the hell! Sick tau," I was upset while my hand was back touching my forehead.

"Udah is gone yet, your bad thoughts are. Do I need to help you brainwash?" saith.

"Byeah! Om said I had to do one thing worth fifty million. But Om also does not want to cut my salary," I concluded later. "Then what kind of transaction did Om think?"

The man smiled mysteriously, making me feel even more curious about something that was on his mind. He held both my hands, while the pair of eyes did not look at me.

"Oh my goodness .. Damar, Tiara, you've come to it." Om Marcel's voice broke the silence between us.

Quickly I took my hand. A feeling of awkwardness and nervousness instantly came, when it came to knowing others around me.

"Ups! Have I disturbed you?" Ask Om Marcel. It seemed like he had already noticed a serious conversation between the two of us.

The middle-aged man glanced at his watch, "twenty minutes! Solve your problems in twenty minutes. After that we talked about the launch in my room."

After saying that, Om Marcel immediately turned around and disappeared back behind the door. But a moment later, his face reappeared, peering at the door. A smile was seen on his face.

"There must be no quarrel here, let alone scenes twenty-one years and above," he said.

"Of Marcel!" Call us at the same time.

The middle-aged man raised both his hands without letting go of the grin on his face and disappeared back behind the door.

"Jeez .. he never seems to change" muttered Om Damar.

The man looked back at me.

"So? What am I supposed to do in lieu of those fifty million?" I asked without wanting to let the curiosity linger in my mind.

The man again showed his smile, as if intentionally making my curiosity even bigger.

"First, do you believe me?"

"Euh .. So far Om Damar is good, always there when I need. Om who always takes care of all my problems without me asking. How can I not believe the same Om? But ... This time Om makes Tiara doubt."

Om Damar raised his hand. And with lightning fast, I saved my forehead from landing his fingers. But it turns out Om Damar's hand touched my hair and broke it slowly.

"Remember, I promised to take care of you until the time came" he said somehow to remind me. "That means I just want to give water and fertilizer until that love thrives and grows bigger."

I nodded my head, even though I did not understand what he meant. If everything in my mind is wrong, then what exactly does she want? What can I give him, which is the equivalent of fifty million?

"Second, do you feel comfortable and happy being around me?"

What is this question? God, did he intentionally embarrass me? I lowered my head and nodded slowly.

The hand grabbed my chin again and aligned his face with mine. The look in his deep eyes plus his trademark smile, felt to calm my heart.

"I love you too, Tiara" he said. "And as compensation for that debt, I just want to ask you one thing …."