Chased Om Om 2

There's One Missing

The young man raised the glass of his binocular helmet. The black jacket and all the black gear covering his body, scared me. Ah ... Who would not be afraid, could be the man was a kidnapper, criminal or even one of the members of a motorcycle gang.

Of course I'd scream for help if he hadn't quickly unlocked his black binocular helmet. 

“Darren!” I cried when I saw the young man sitting on the motor sport.

“You're going home, right?” tanyakanya. “Fine. I'll drive you home.”

My eyes are breaking. He doesn't look like he always does. Darren who usually looks ordinary and very cute, suddenly appeared in front of me, as if he had come to pick me up.

“Ah .. no, no. He might not have picked her up on purpose. Don't go to ge er an, Tiara! It could be that he just happened to pass through this area and look at you,” my rebuttal in heart. 

The man took the helmet that was hanging behind him. He put the round-shaped object on my head, until a click sounded.

Quickly I climbed on top of his piggy bank. Of course my position is very uncomfortable. Sitting sideways because of the gray skirt that could not be coordinated properly, plus the position of the boncer with a slope that continued to make my butt slip closer to Darren.

“Udah ready?” darren asked while covering the windshield of his binocular helmet. 

I gasped in shock, as the bike glided away instantly. Of course the spontaneous movement made my sitting position slide closer to him while my body jerked backwards. 

“Jeez, Darren! Slowly why the hell, ntar I fell,” my protest. 

But the only answer I got was the sound of laughter from behind his helmet. Maybe for him it was something funny. 

Not only was that what he did, he even toyed with his clutch so as to make a stomping motion. The movement that made my head stumble, so that our two helmets clashed. 

“Jeez, this guy's real intention makes me like a doll on the dashboard of a car, my inner”.

TUKS! 

Once again our helmets clashed against each other violently and of course this time I couldn't stay still. 

“Can you, you drive the real one? Ish!” my protest once again. 

Darren opened the glass of his binocular helmet and turned a little towards me. “Udah really this, Ra. You are not real. No grip anyway,” sahututnya. “Siniin your hand.” 

The young man tried to reach my hand. Ah, really! It's called coercion.

“Ya. It's me handle.” I had to hold his shoulder. Yes ... both shoulders. 

Darren poked his shoulders.

Yeah ... Maybe this is a little weird for him. But, I really don't want to give her any hope. I just don't want to date before school is over. Enough of the friendship between us. 

My life will be harder now than ever. There will be no time left to just date. Learning and completing my contract, those are the two things I need to fight for right now. 

***

I lay my body on the bed. It felt so comfortable after being hot outside the house all day. 

“Ra, change clothes first gih .. keep eating spouts. Hunting afternoon,” orders my mom from our home dry kitchen. 

Suddenly I remembered something. That book! Where is that book? It seems I was holding a homemade scrapbook given by Mr. Seno. But ... Where is the book now?

Could it have fallen on the road? Or get carried away by Darren. 

Gluey! 

I took my bag and threw it all over the floor of my room. But the book I was looking for was invisible to all of the many books in it. 

“Stupid! You idiot! Stupid!” 

I knocked my head with my own fist. What a fatal carelessness! What if sheet by sheet of scrapbook was lined up neatly in our school's mading room? 

I'm not doing well. I need to find out where the book is. 

I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed a number from one of the stored contacts. Darren! The book should have been on him. 

The noisy sound of the speed of the vehicle rang out as the young man raised the call from me. Of course, he even just dropped me off in front of the house.

"Ren, do you see my book?" ask me carefully.

"Books? Did your bag break, and then your book was strewn across the street?" asked the young man, answering my question with another question. 

"Eeuuh. But ... I should have brought a book in my hand. But there is no yes.” 

I try to remember what happened throughout our journey. But I don't even remember that book. Aih ... Maybe I started senile at a young age. 

“What might be missed in school?” ask Darren.

“Nggak ... no, I sure do not miss,” my mouth quickly.

Where might be missed. Mr. Seno gave the book to him at the gate. I must have taken her out of school. Even I still remember opening and reading that scrapbook in the Big Star waiting room!

But ... what time did you miss in Big Star? 

“Ra, I'm sure I haven't returned yet .. You want to go find the book or not?” tanya Darren offered her help.

But ... As long as it's in Big Star, I think it's safe. Maybe I should call Om Marcel to ask where my book is. Yeah, I think that's the best way.

“Euh …. No, no, no. Thanks though. Probably missed in the studio,” my sahut refused his offer

“I take now huh?” bargained again. “What book anyway? Important yes?”

Again I feel nervous. “Ngak ... not important, really. Let me tomorrow, I have a contract signature show there tomorrow.” 

Can runyam if Darren really desperate to take the book in the studio. I can imagine the look on his face as he opened page by page the scrapbook made by Mr. Seno. 

“You're sure, don't need me to take it?” ask him again.

“Iya, sure. You go home. Inget, tomorrow there is a physics test,” I said quickly. 

Anyway, I need to call Om Marcel in a minute. The book should be hidden from anyone. 

“OK lah, see you tomorrow,” he said ending our phone.

I called Om Marcel shortly after. A voice of a hyphen rang out, before I could hear the middle-aged man's voice.

“Tiara! What's the call afternoon-afternoon gini? Don't say you change your mind again, you see,” he said in his signature tone of voice. 

“Eeng .. anu Om, there is a book Tiara missed, no?” ask me directly to the goal.

“Oh the book yes?” Om Marcel raised his voice. “Aduh .. how ya.”