Chased Om Om 2

The Unexpected Guest

I don't know why I caught a note of irregularity in Marcel's reply. It was like a bad feeling that just flashed through my mind. 

“Why Om? Book missing?” I asked out of curiosity.

“No, not lost.” Om Marcel softened his tone.

“Yes, Tiara nitip first. Tomorrow Tiara take.” 

It felt so good to know that the book was in good hands. In the hands of Marcel. Of course no one would dare to deal with the owner of the Big Star even though sometimes his behavior is so annoying when dealing with macho guys. 

“Eh, but …." It seems that Marcel still wants to say something.

But I was in a hurry to close my call and clean up the mess I had caused my panic earlier. The important thing is that the book is safe. Aib tucked away neatly. The point!

“Tiara, you didn't eat?” My mama's voice again sounded shrill as if I was in a very distant place.

I know my mom won't stop calling me to eat until I actually sit down and enjoy her processed food at the dinner table. 

"Yes Ma" I said as I moved from the floor, where my books were scattered. 

I opened the saji hood on the dining table. Looks like a pot of chicken soto and all the knickknacks of its complement material. The pleasant aroma of soto that was going out in the room, adding to the boisterous sound of worms in my stomach that was demanding to be filled.

Mama put a plate of rice in front of me. Deftly, the middle-aged woman began to concoct the dish onto the rice on my plate and doused it with a soto yellow sauce that was still puffing its smoke.

"Ma, Tiara finally got the job," I said, starting our conversation. "It's a good thing that Marcel hasn't found a candidate for my replacement model."

The woman pulled the corner of her lips, revealing a smile. "The wind will not be confused, Tiara. Everything is arranged by the one above." 

I looked up. "Who, Ma?" my god while laughing chuckled. 

Mama pinched my gnarled cheek. He looks upset, but I'm sure he enjoys our company. After all I should be able to set aside some time to accompany her hardest time at the moment. 

"Udah, don't joke around, eat fast." 

But just a mouthful of food entered my stomach, the sound of a doorbell was heard. There was someone who came, and certainly it was not Shinta, Raka or Darren, because if they came, it would be impossible to press the bell, but just as good as in their own home. 

"Gee! Who the hell?" 

I was about to stand up, but my mom held me back. 

"Udah, finish your lunch first. Let mama see who's coming." The woman took off the still-circular apron at her waist, and hung it on a sticky hook on the kitchen wall, before rushing out.

I continued my lunch, devouring my favorite foods that tasted good on my tongue. Soto is made by my mother who is number one. 

I heard someone's voice. It seems the guest who came was a man. Hmm ... it may be someone who wants to order a catering mama. Ah ... I hope you get a big job this time.

I was about to put one more mouthful into my mouth, when someone entered into the dining room of our house. 

"Please come in, Tiara just had lunch." 

I looked behind me. And the thing that surprised me, the guest who came turned out to be the man. The guy I met at Om Marcel's office! Ah ... what was his name …. About Damar! 

BRACKET! 

"Om Damar .. How did you get here?" I asked unconsciously.

The man pulled the corner of his lips. He scratched the tip of his nose while shaking his head. Ah .. Maybe he's already aware of my silliness. I'm not a model that looks as amazing as it looks in my photos. I'm just an ordinary girl who looks amazing in the look of a printed picture. Could be ...he will cancel the new contract I will sign tomorrow.

I squeezed both sides of my gray skirt, restraining the uneasiness that appeared. I don't know why my heart is pounding so hard. That pair of eyes again made my heart beat faster. Especially when he realized that the man was slowly moving closer to me. 

"Om Marcel gave me this address." The baritone's voice was heard in my ear. "Of course after I forced him."

I stared at the pair of eyes, trying to figure out the true purpose of his arrival. Could it be that he was finding out this much detail about the profile of his advertising model? There was not an answer I found. 

"Why? Can't I come here?" ask her with her innocent face. 

I raised both my hands and waved them quickly. "No .. no, Om" I said. "Euuh .. I mean ... may, may, Om." 

I pulled the corner of my lips forcing myself to bring a smile to her. I pushed my chair into the table. My hunger disappeared in a moment. Even the chicken soto rice was no longer interesting for me to eat. 

"Loh ... Why isn't the meal finished?" ask about Damar.

"Udah full, Om." I bit my lips, trying to cope with the uncomfortable feeling that was becoming. 

"Yes already. Then, we'll talk for a second." The man took out a book from inside his suit pocket.

My pair of eyes are breaking. The book ... the book, the scrapbook made by Mr. Seno that was given to me this afternoon. Shouldn't the book be in Big Star, in Om Marcel's hands? 

"Can we talk about this book for a second, Tiara?" repeat Om Damar. 

I see my surroundings. Thankfully, my mom was not there. It seems he gave me privacy on purpose. But ... I don't want him to worry about me hearing about the problems at my school. 

Kuhela took a long breath. "We talk outside. I'll change my clothes first."

Om Damar nodded his head. I could see a smile on his face, it might be a smile of ridicule or a smile of triumph.

After changing my clothes to my fine clothes, I immediately came out. 

"Ma, Tiara's out for a minute" I said. Mama who was still busy with the conversation on her phone, just nodded her head while waving her hands.

I walked slowly down the street to the playground closest to home. I put both my hands in my shorts. 

I saw a clear blue sky with clouds moving. While small children look so carefree cycling on the small road to the park.

"So what do we need to talk about, Om?" I asked while stopping my steps. I looked at the face of the man standing next to me. The mature old man looked calm. As if there was no problem that could not be solved by him. 

The shape of his face, his firm jaw with neatly shaved fine fur it clarified the charisma he had. 

"About this book-maker. Who her? Is she your lover?" 

A question that made my throat seem choked. Should I tell you everything?