Chased Om Om 2

Is There Someone Jealous?

"About this book-maker. Who her? Is she your lover?" A question I never expected finally shot out of his lips. 

For a moment I gasped. Of course, I didn't expect him to ask such a personal question. Very strange, is not our relationship only limited to models and clients? Then why does he care so much about my personal life?

Does each model have to tell the client her personal life? Since when? 

“Do I need to explain in detail about my personal life?” ask me a little doubt. 

I hope my question doesn't upset him and cancel the contract I'm supposed to sign tomorrow. Those shady eyes did not show a sign of anger. Even slowly the man pulled the corner of his lips to show a row of white teeth and neatly arranged.

“I must know, will there be someone who is angry if later you have to go home too late because of the shooting hours, right? I also do not want suddenly there is someone who came and messed up in my ad shooting schedule,” said the man without removing his smile. 

“Oooh ..” I'm long while nodding my head as I begin to understand its purpose.

God, the reason really makes sense. It's possible that this question isn't just for me, but for all models as well. Well ... I think I misjudged him. I think he deliberately scraped information from me.

Well, then, I better be honest. 

“Not there Om. Tiara doesn't have a boyfriend, kok.” I laughed loudly to melt the atmosphere as well as an expression of regret for accusing him even though he was unspoken. “Yang there are most mama who came to the location, if not immediately go home.”

The man smiled faintly. He opened the scrapbook in his hand. “Poetic amulets, beautiful scratches. Who is the maker?”

“Euu .. A–what should I tell the maker too, Om?” my many. This time I'm not sure I'm going to say it. Wh-wh-what for? After all, he also did not know Mr. Seno and my math teacher had also been expelled by the school. He won't affect my work in the end.

“Ndon't have to, anyway.” Om Damar showed his smile again. “But ... if you want to get back this book, I want to hear the story.”

I see my surroundings. The rays of the sun had started to descend to the western horizon, a sign that the ruler of the sky would soon change. The leaves look reddish in the sunlight. His rustling sound was heard as the wind blew.

We sat on a park bench. While Om Damar was still waiting for a sentence to come out of my mouth. 

“He's a teacher at my school.” I started my story with that short sentence. 

“Teacher language,” guess. There was a smile tucked into his lips as if he was mocking me.

I shook my head. “Mathematics.”

Suddenly the smile faded. I don't know what's on his mind. Om Damar was silent, as if waiting for another sentence to come back from my mouth.

“He hid his feelings and poured them in the book. Until a woman comes to school and unloads everything. I don't know what he said, so the school decided to house Mr. Seno.” 

I looked up and closed my mouth tightly with both hands. Oh, my God, why did I mention his name. I shouldn't add to Mr. Seno's distress. Ah ... stupid me. Why am I so lost, anyway!

Om Damar laughed at my expression. His hands stretched out and ruffled my hair with anxiety. “Gosh Tiara, you're so innocent. Honestly, not really good at lying. And I like that."

I'm pissed off. My hair is falling apart because of it. Not because I put too much emphasis on appearance, but .. is not our relationship as familiar as that.

Ah ... never mind. The important thing is that the contract is not void and there is nothing else I need to hide from him. I can breathe a sigh of relief while feeling calmer now. 

"Do you have any free time today?" suddenly tanyanya. 

I shook my head. "Tomorrow for a physics test, Om," I said quickly. 

Om Damar sniffed in annoyance. "Then you accompany me to eat now."

"In company of eating?" my ul. "But ... since when should a model accompany her client to a meal?" 

"Yaaa .. There is no formula, it has to be" he said. "But, can you see I'm starving to eat alone, no one's unaccompanied, that's."

"Ih ... Om this is pinter maksa, deh," I'm upset.

"Rather than you catch a cold. Not that you just ate a little, continue not to want to eat anymore because of me," he said without losing. "I don't want my ad model to be sick and disrupt the shooting schedule."

Ish ... again he gave a very reasonable reason. The man pointed to a restaurant in the corner of the park. A small cafe restaurant in the open air, comfortable enough to enjoy the view at dusk.

The man got off the park bench. Want to not want to, I followed his steps towards the restaurant in the corner of the park.

"Two spaghetti carbonara, one cafe latte and …." The man turned his attention to me. "What do you want to drink?" 

"Lemon tea, Om," I said quickly.

"Yes, one lemon tea" he said in front of the cashier's restaurant. "We'll sit next door …." 

He circulated his gaze across the available table, then pointed to the one table that was furthest from all the crowds. "There!" 

"Good, sir." The cashier swiftly completed the transaction. And after making the payment, we waited at the table he had chosen. 

"When was the last time I was able to sit back and enjoy this kind of atmosphere" he said. His back was so relaxed. 

I cleared my throat, driving away the awkward feeling. 

"Om Damar, can't Tiara just say something?" 

"Just ask." Om Damar again showed off his distinctive smile. "What's Tiara?" 

"Eeuh .. anu Om. That's ... if anyone sees Om same Tiara now, how does anyone continue to get angry?" my many. 

Aih ... why do I use it anyway, not just diem. What if he were ge er? I bit my lips, hiding the uneasiness that came attacking. 

But ... if I am not nanya, later if suddenly someone comes, angry continue to accuse me of how do actors? Mending if only at the shooting place. If at home, continue to fuss, which pity mama. If it's at school, worse, it can get me out of school, even though there's really nothing between us.

Om Damar smiled broadly. "Why? Does Tiara want to be Om Damar's girlfriend?"

Heh! My eyes are perfectly round. 

He really is a ge er. Duh how is it?