Om Duda is mine

Dua

Argan took care of the important files. He got out of his chair and threw the paper into the trash. Accidentally, his eyes were fixed on a photo. He took. He smiled blankly. The photo shows a couple and a toddler. Argan, Jenna, and Arsen.

"Jenna, I hope you're all right up there." Argan took a long breath. "No woman deserves to replace you, Jen, yet" Argan murmured.

Argan's sad look. Although his wife had already died twelve years ago, he still missed her.

Tok to tok.

Argan immediately put the photo back. "Lake in."

The door opened, a black-clothed figure of a man walked into Argan's room. Argan was a little surprised by his presence.

"Argan, how long haven't we met?" ask the man.

"Evans? Wherever you have been, you've been missing word for a month." Argan pats Evan on the shoulder. "How are you?" ask Argan.

"Very good. How you doing?"

"good too. As always, there's no heat in my life."

"Many women out there. You just find one to warm your life," said Evan.

"I've tried a few times, but still nothing fits."

Evan thought for a moment. "just fine. You are old."

Argan looked at Evan cynically. Evan chuckled, then thought for a moment. "Try not to look for someone your age. Just look for the younger one."

"Can too. I haven't tried it yet" said Argan.

"What if I introduce you to my son? I know you're a good man. So, I believe you."

"How old is your son?" ask Argan.

"It looks like nineteen" Evan replied.

Argan kicked Evan's leg. "Then your son fits my son, not me."

Evan grimaced in pain. "Akhs! Yes, whatever you are, you can match up with your son."

"Yes already. What's name?" Argan asked again.

"North."

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"Great boss, what good to do, huh?" kiara muttered. He opened his social media account. "That's a thousand likes! Post again, ah!"

Kiara photographed herself in the mirror of her dresser. Just one shot, he immediately uploaded it on his account.

Positive comments flooded his photo. While reading the comments, there was an incoming call from his best friend, Manda.

"We went for a walk with Dira as well. I'm still at home."

"Okay, I'll get ready first."

"I'll pick you up soon."

Kiara turned off the phone. He hurried to pick out the clothes to wear. Kiara finally chose a white croptop with an outer black shirt and jeans.

After she finished, Kiara came out of her room, meeting her father and mother.

"Mama, papa, I want to go out together" said Kiara.

"Be careful, yes," said Elena, Kiara's mother

"Later home do not falter," said Evan.

"Yes!" Kiara ran towards Manda's car which was already in front of her house. He came in and sat in the front seat. He's installing his seatbelt.

Manda stepped on the gas pedal. They reached the mall in about ten minutes. Manda marked his car. The three of them went down and headed into the mall. They shopped all over, until late afternoon.

"It doesn't fit me?" asked Kiara who was wearing an elegant white dress.

"Suitable, really crazy good! You're like his wife's CEO" replied Dira.

Kiara laughs. "Then anyway? Try you wear it."

Dira glared, he shook his head. "Son, no. I'm anti-same dress!"

"Gue wants to go to the toilet first" said Manda who was outside the dressing room.

Kiara took off her dress. He put his clothes back on. It had been about ten minutes Kiara and Dira surrounded the clothing store and went back and forth to the dressing room.

"By the way, Manda, how long? He said he was going to the toilet" Kiara asked.

Kiara exited the clothing store and headed to the nearest toilet of the clothing store.

In the corridor leading to the toilet, Kiara fell silent on the spot. In front of him were two strangers, Manda and Argan. They were talking four eyes.

"Of Argan? Manda?" call Kiara

The two of them looked surprised as Kiara called out to them. "Om same Manda again what?"

"We didn't say anything, just by the way" replied Manda.

"Do you know Argan?" ask Kiara back.

"Know. That Argan is my round."

"Oh, that's it." Kiara nodded in understanding.

"Yes already, Manda. I go first" said Argan. "You're coming with me."

"I? Why, om?" ask Kiara wonder.

"Don't ask too many questions, just follow." Argan steps away from Kiara and Manda.

Kiara blushed her lips. "She, that's Dira still in the store, don't leave, yeah!" remember Kiara. Kiara walked after Argan from behind.

"Yoi," replied Manda.

"I was wrong, um?" Kiara asked.

Argan stopped walking, Kiara automatically stopped. Argan pulls Kiara's hand to walk beside her.

"Ah, um, slow down," ringis Kiara.

"There," said Argan.

"What's wrong with me, om? I nindihin chicken? Or what?"

Argan was silent. Argan walked back to the parking lot. Kiara. Argan enters his car, Kiara comes in and sits in front.

"We'll talk about this later."

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Argan's car arrived at his house. Argan and Kiara go down and enter Argan's house. Lonely, no servants, only bodyguards.

"His art is at home?" ask Kiara.

"Nothing."

"Keep me why were you brought here?"

"Me?" tanya Argan made sure that what she heard was really the word 'me'.

Kiara's wrong. "Eh, that means, me."

"Don't talk formally" Argan said

Kiara just smiled. He felt awkward, not knowing how.

Kiara was about to sit on the sofa, but she was restrained by Argan. Argan pulls Kiara's body until it sticks with her body.

"Omm?"

Exactly what Kiara did before with Arsen. The distance between their faces is close. Kiara felt the roar of Argan's breath. Their eyes were fixed on the two.

Unable to bear it, Argan pressed his lips against Kiara's. Argan is already very anxious with Kiara's tiny pink lips. Argan's eyes closed, enjoying the kiss.

Kiara was in shock at that very moment, she pushed Argan. However, Argan's hand held Kiara's body firmly. Argan holds Kiara's nape and deepens her kiss, Kiara flailing Argan's chest out of breath. Argan took his lips off Kiara's lips.

"Sorry" said Argan. He released his grip on Kiara's waist. Kiara is weak.

"We're not supposed to do this, um," Kiara lowered her head. His heart rate is not broken. This is her first kiss. However, it is instead stolen by a widower om-om.

Argan crouches down to Kiara. "I'm sorry, Kiara."

Kiara shook her head. "I'm sorry it's not enough,"

Argan looked at Kiara with a serious look. Is an apology not enough for him?

"Where are we all going out, om?" continued Kiara.

To be continued

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