Chased Om Om 2

Darling

I swallowed my saliva rough. Even my heart was pounding for fear that something I heard was in line with my expectations.

"Can you replace that "Om" call? Aren't we lovers now?" her door.

I opened my eyes. I really can't believe it. Was the greeting so important to him, so important that it was even worth fifty million?

I pulled the corner of my lips with relief. "Of course" I said later.

"Now call me, 'Darling'" he asked.

I smiled while scratching my eyebrows. "Om seriously? Want me to call you in front of everyone?"

Om Damar poked his shoulders. "Do you mind?"

"Ehm ..." I bit my lips.

"Why?"

"Tiara .. has never called anyone that word, Om. So ... it feels a little bit clumsy, that is," I answered honestly.

"Thus ... Tiara's never been in a relationship?" he was surprised to hear my statement.

"Eh ..." I feel the heat running down my cheek. I feel ashamed to just answer. So I lowered my head to hide my face and shook my head slowly.

"Honey, you are indeed a rare pearl that is very valuable to me" said Om Damar. The pair of sturdy hands grabbed my hand and held it tightly. "I'm really lucky to have found you."

He lifted my hand and I felt a gentle kiss on it.

"So, am I your first love?" ask him again.

"Eng ... Did Tiara look like that playgirl?" This time I smashed my lips in annoyance.

"No, but it looks strange. Where are your boyfriends? Did they not see this beautiful pearl shining near them?"

"i!" I pinched the arm of the man sitting next to me. At least it was a warning from me to have him stop his fighting.

"Then ... What about Darren? Is she not your boyfriend?" tanya Om Damar later.

"Darren's? Dude," I said a little uncomfortable. "He's my best friend since my freshman year at High School."

"It looks like he likes you," he continued. "Are you sure he's just a regular friend?"

I took a deep breath and exhaled at once. "Should I tell you everything? But ... I don't want Darren to be hurt because of his disgrace to strangers, ah .. It shouldn't be strangers, doesn't Darren know him too. No, I can't embarrass my own best friend."

Shook my head. "No, the feeling of love between friends will only be the reason for a split. I don't want our friendship to be ruined just because of-for-"

"I know" said Om Damar before I could finish. "I've experienced it."

"Om still remembering him?" my many.

"He's just a past that I can't reach. While you are," said the man. I felt her hands caressing my hair and tucking the strands of hair behind my ears. "You are a future worth fighting for."

I pulled the corner of my lip, gave it a smile. Really, those words make me feel better. Much better.

"So what if, while there are others you can call as usual ... And call baby if we're both together" break up. "But I hope slowly you get used to it everywhere."

"Ehm ... Yes, Om Damar dear."

Om Damar patted his forehead. "Why combine anyway?"

I put my shoulder out. "Is something wrong, dear Damar?"

"Gosh," he murmured. "I want to pounce and bite you, so anxious."

"Oh, don't Om Damar dear," my god immediately dodged by standing from the chair in the waiting room.

Our eyes met, even the distance between us was only a few inches. I can feel her warm breath on my cheek. The thing that made my heart rumble like a wave that was hitting the rocks steep. The sound of speeding, like a marathoner.

The man brought his face closer to me. Slowly but surely the distance between us eroded away, as a pair of our lips met and clashed in every kiss that was increasingly hunting.

I felt his hands hugging tighter and tighter at my waist. A kiss that really overwhelmed me, even made me feel out of breath.

I could die out of breath!

I pushed the man away and I breathed the air hard. I let my lungs expand and get recharged with oxygen.

"his! Don't gini dong, Om! Tiara could die of suffocation if she did," I protested.

"No papah. Later if you are out of breath, I want to give you artificial breath" he said.

I scowl annoyed. "Ish, why is Om so perverted gini anyway?"

"Essum? Just you, really. Because I just love you" he continued. "Let anyone who is out of breath, I will not give you this precious breath."

Geck! Geck! Geck!

A knocking sound rang out at the door of the room, making me spontaneously turn to the entrance. Om Marcel was seen with a pair of his arms crossed over his chest, as if observing us.

"So ... since I was just waiting for a couple of lovers who are making out, huh?" said it.

"Dissolve! I'm just gonna close my office instead of being used to being a pervert" upset Om Marcel.

I immediately stood up and tidied myself up. "How come Om, didn't Om Marcel call me here?" my many.

Om Marcel pointed his index finger at himself. "I? Not her?" ask with confusion. "The room! It's not like you're saying you need to talk about something --"

I looked at the two in turn. For a moment I even saw Om Damar blink his eyes, like a code to Om Marcel.

"Thus ... Do you know me, Dam?" emphatically Om Marcel with annoyance. "Haish! You rancid boy! Damn you!" He fell on his shoes and with a flash of light as fast as he could, the shoe slid towards Om Damar.

Of course Om Damar quickly kinked from those brown leather shoes. The man even chuckled when he saw the BigStar owner walking with one foot, approaching the loosened shoes in the corner of the room.

"We'll talk about that tomorrow, Om. I'm the same as my boyfriend wants a date tonight" he said casually. Regardless of my surprise, the man placed his right hand on my shoulder and led me out of the room.

"My dear, what do you want to eat tonight?" ask her in a soft voice.

***

I look at the sky that looks so bright tonight with thousands of stars. The sound of waves sweeping the beach. I felt the wind that blew toying with my hair.

The candlelight in the glass was as if dancing as the wind blew it, as if mocking the helplessness of the baby on the glass wall that borders it.

Once again Om Damar put a lobster he just peeled on my nasal plate. Not stopping there, the man peeled another one back, as if all the lobsters he had were about to stack on my nasal plate.

"Om already, what if I get fat?" reject me. "Who's trying, who wants to wear a fat model?"

"Me" he said quickly. "Later I open the maternity wardrobe confection and I'll patent it. You can be the model."

I pursed my lips in annoyance. "Say me if it won't work."

I pushed the rice plate that began to be buried by the lobster meat away. "I eat vegetables for that."

Om Damar dipped his hands with reddish-colored spices into a bowl of water. "I'd rather you be a little fuller than anorexic" he said.

"But ...."

"And one more thing is more important and I hate it if you ignore it .." said Om Damar firmly.

The man looked at me sharply, as if to convey something very important to me.