NOT A LOYAL MAN

Episode 20: Unwanted encounter of Pov Tiara

"Neara !" Someone called my name, I knew that voice.

Mas Hari ? the damn man intercepted me while Om Pras and I were in the parking lot walking towards our car.

"Tiara, we have to talk" I hid behind Om Pras' back, I'm afraid Hari forced me to take me home, I don't want to live hard as Mas Hari anymore.

"Sorry who ?" Om Pras spoke up, with an intimidating look Hari.

"Include my name Tiara's husband's day, I would like to take Tiara home for more than a month he's gone from home" Hari shook Om Pras' hand.

Om Pras looked at me as if looking for answers from me.

"Om, this is the man I told you about" I feigned fear for Om Pras to protect me.

"I Prasetyo" Om Pras replied to Mas Hari's hand.

"Tiara is in my protection, so whatever happens to Tiara is my responsibility" Om Pras continued after removing his hand.

"I am my husband who is more responsible to Tiara" Mas Hari said in a jumawa tone.

"Your imagination is too high just because your love is rejected by Tiara" Om Pras spoke calmly.

"I'm not fantasizing, Tiara is indeed my wife we got married six months ago" Mas Hari was seen holding back Emotions.

"Do you have proof ?"

"We were married sirri"

"May you confess like that, but Tiara has already rejected you, why still keep chasing after her ?"

Hearing the words of Om Pras, Mas Hari's face reddened, his hands clenched with anger as if ready to beat Om Pras.

Huh, beat up Om Pras ? he has guts, I know Mas Hari is a coward, besides Om Pram's body is taller and bigger can lock him punch the same Om Pram.

"We're done sir, let's go" two women carrying bags of groceries approached Mas Hari who was blocking our steps.

"Yes Ma'am, Come on...?" Stepping to his car. This opportunity we use to enter the car.

Ups..lega it feels, separated from Mas Hari for the passenger was coming soon, if not the length of business.

we soon passed to go to Om Pram's car, no need to long serve the emotions of Mas Hari.

We came out of the Mall parking area, Om Pras stroked my head gently.

"Are you scared, huh ?"

"Yes Om.he keeps chasing me"

"Big day too, huh ? younger than Om you know..cook you're not interested at all ?" said Om Pram teasing me.

"What the hell is Om..." I pretended to frown, Om Pram did not know, if I had also been in love with Mas Hari, yes back then I did not know that Mas Hari was poor.

"Then what's your plan ? still going to college ?" I nodded small.

"If the man is after you, how will he keep going ?"

"And the lecture can be outside the city of Om, Semarang or Jogja for example, so as not to meet Hari"

"If in Semarang or Jogja is far dear.pity Om dong, nahan kangen" the sound of Om Pras deliberately spoiled.

"And every week end can come home here Om, after all Om here every week end only"

Om Pras did not know that I would prefer the same Om-Om rich than the same leavened, already poor jealous ngtur. Mending the same Om-Om always spoiled.

"Not to worry Om, Tiara's love is locked down for an Om Pras"

"Dreams of Om pinter dreadlocks too huh now ?" Laughter Om Pras just heard my appeal.

We arrived at the residential complex where I live, the guard smiling kindly as he opened the cluster gate for us.

In this housing the person is busy working, so do not take care of the affairs of others. Here I recognized Om Pram as his daughter so they did not question my presence in this house.

Anyway here is safe free of interference, let alone collisions.

"Now Om asks for rations yes.already a week nahan kangen Om has not been able to bear this" Om Pras rolled his eyes flirtatiously towards me.

"Can you last night have Om...cook ask again ? not tired of what ?" My words are no less flirty.

"Lessly, anyway if the same you Om Pengen continue.mau how many times Om is still strong, the end of you sexy anyway make Om klepek-klepek" our laughter divorced together.

This is how men who experience puberty both strength is stronger than the young. I memorize the behavior of Om-Om behavior above ABG labile if it has been drunk on love, no matter the child of a faithful wife waiting at home.

Om Pras guided me to our contest room, cash is already the desire of Om Pras who was held back. Making love is the mandatory agenda of our meetings every week end, why Om Pras spend a lot of money if not for bed.

Om Pras told me that his wife could no longer give him satisfaction, while when he was with me he felt alive again, his spirit re-ignited he felt like young again.

Om Pras asked me to keep our relationship secret from anyone, especially Diani and Mama. Om Pras did not want to break their hearts.

I agree that Om Pras always make me happy like now, no problem should be a mistress.

Om Pras is too good, my savings account has become fat since having an illicit relationship with him, not to mention the expensive gifts he gave, making it difficult to move on and dear to take off my gold mine.

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"Honey Om go first yes, take care of yourself if there is anything you ask for help security aja, do not go out alone later to see Hari again" Om Pras said goodbye to me.

This Sunday afternoon Om Pras usually returns to the next town where he has to work in the office, also where his son and wife live.

All must walk normally as usual so that Om Pram's children and wife are not suspicious.

Om Pram kissed my lips gently and hugged my body tightly as if unwilling to part from me.

"Later when it is opened, Om promises to register you in college, Om wants Om's favorite also highly educated" said Om Pras while continuing to hold my hand.

"Yes Om, Tiara wait for his promise thank you Om is good with Tiara" I kissed the back of Om Pras' hand that was about to go out the door.

I can't imagine how if Diani found out that I was in love with her father, I and Diani were best friends since High School she would feel devastated when she later found out about this affair.

Ah no need to worry, as long as this relationship is kept neat all you want will be fine.

I'm sorry Diani, the best friend who stabbed you in the back.

Seriate.....

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