The Obsession of the Enthusiast

Shindy

“Excuse me Ma'am, Can sharing sofa huh?” a man's voice greeted him as Wana was enjoying champagne that felt like a mantul-erendul.

Wana turned her head and looked at a middle-aged man, his typical om-om complex with a thick mustache, neat hair, unkempt body a little chubby in the abdomen.

But the dapper outfit is neatly ironed with a golden-coloured rolex watch.

Either KW or original.

Judging from his sapphire ring perched on his fat middle finger anyway, he was a rich man.

"Please sir," hissed Wana kindly as she shifted her seat slightly to the edge.

"Alone Ma'am?" si Om tried the pleasantries.

"Friendly friends, but I want to split up again, enjoy the 3rd floor," said Wana.

"Under there is too much noise" asked the Om.

"Yes sir, my ears hurt,"

Target Wana, it looks like.

After an hour of chatting about daily life, he was informed that Om Kumis was a widower, son of four, wife he divorced because he considered not to be care for children. He was in his early 50s, worked in government, and was named Willy.

Om Willy was at the party because she was invited by Miss Goddess. He had been in charge of an event permit held by the famous artist. In other words, she was bribed by Miss Dewi.

After an hour of chatting, it seemed that Om Willy was very captivated by Wana and her intelligence.

In fact, to compensate the Om, Jemari Wana is quick to type words that he does not understand through Mbah Google on his phone and peek at the snaps. Fortunately, the wifi signal in the outer speed club perished.

About a few minutes later Om Willy began to dare to close his seat until their thighs touched.

"You got Wana's boyfriend?" ask the Om.

"What does Om think?" from the designation "Sir" now becomes "Om".

"Most certainly a lot of his girlfriends. It's beautiful like this" said Om Willy.

"Hehe, no Om yet, no one is right in the heart yet" replied Wana. Clothes, in stock.

"Well, what is your boyfriend's criterion?" ask Om Willy.

"I prefer older established men," a trap answer from Wana.

Om Willy wagged his white coat with confidence. "Why are you looking for an older man? Wouldn't there be a gap on taste?"

"Because older men are usually patient with my indulgence," again the trap answer from Wana.

"You're spoiled it turns out, when it's graceful like this," Om Willy began to dare to caress Wana's thin white arm. Wana let him see the contents of Om's account.

And finally, after a few spoiled jokes from Wana, Om Willy easily showed his e-banking account containing billions. Her, her fingers were intentionally covered in the name column.

Wana doesn't really care.

Then the Om showed a photo of his favorite vehicle. Harley Davidson Street Type 750cc with Revolution X engine that model is right for Asians because it is not too high.

"We go to the VIP room? There can be karaoke all you eat, here too crowded so do not focus on chatting," woo the Om Willy Mustache.

"OK Om," hiss Wana. The girl made sure that the pepper spray was still in the bag and checked that her GPS was active.

Om Willy thrust a bit of his arm to be held by Wana.

"Well, we fit in, double W," said Om Willy. Jokes patack-bapack crisp but Wana forced her laugh.

As they walked down the corridor to the VIP room that had been booked Om Willy, Om's elbow began to dare to nudge Wana's chest.

Wana loosened her armband so that it could give distance to the elbow of the catfish.

"What song do you like Wana?" asked Om Willy gently as he walked leisurely down the corridor.

"Which slow o'm, let's sing it good,"

"We're again clopping! I'm a fan of Pance Pondaag!"

Who the hell?! Thought Wana.

But he forced his laughter again. Though Wana means slow song like Shawn Mendez or Pamungkas.

"Duh, Wana, you turned out to be very beautiful yes if the lights are this bright. In the dimly lit it already looks shining! I'm glaring, meeen!" Om Willy pretended to cover his eyes in a typical 90s style.

Jeez, it feels nauseous responding to crisp jokes.

"Still Om," muttered Wana while smiling as sweetly as possible.

Just about to swipe the VIP room card, from next door open. A young man who looked like an angel came down from heaven from the next room.

The young man smiled so gently towards a middle-aged woman whose clothes were quite sexy. But it looks like their age difference is so obvious.

They both hold hands so warmly.

The young man looked at Wana.

Then they judge each other, from head to toe. And the next one both smiled cynically.

Definitely leaning caramel rental, thought Wana sarcas while staring at the guy.

Surely sweet candy , Thought the guy while squinting at Wana.

Then a second later came the cry of the woman next to the man.

"Wardi?!" yell at aunty.

"Who? Sulis?!" exclamation Om Willy.

"Huh? Not aunty's name, Sarah?" ask the young man.

"Not Om, Willy?" ask Wana.

"You!" the aunt pointed at Wana angrily, "You're the actor of my husband yah!!"

"Well?!" exclaim Wana shocked.

"How dare you! Sassy you hook my husband!!" scream Aunt Sulis while attacking Wana.

Wana immediately ran to hide behind Om Wil... Uh, let's call it now Om Wardi. Add 3 letters to the sarong brand.

"Wait!" Om Wardi obstructed Aunt Sulis who wanted to scratch Wana, "You yourself why are you here just like a boy?!" Om Wardi pointed to the guy who is now amazed to see Aunt Sulis hysterically, like he also actually wants to laugh.

"What the hell?! We're just karaoke!" fun Aunt Sulis.

"Karaokean how to hold hands!" accuse Om Wardi.

"You've seen it wrong! But you're clearly in love with the actor!!" Aunt Sulis reached for Wana and managed to grip the girl's arm. "I've guessed you've got a cutoff behind me Wardi!!"

"This is also a new acquaintance!"

"Oh so there's been an intention to cheat!!"

"How!!" exclaim Wana because the grip of the aunt is so tight.

"Observe ye! Die you!!" scream Aunt Sulis to Wana.

Om Wardi tried to release the grip of Aunt Sulis, and held her back.

Wana used that opportunity to run towards... The handsome guy.

"Here you are!!!" aunty Sulis. He took a flower pot from a nearby foyer, then threw it towards Wana.

The reflex guy stopped the flower pot to protect Wana behind his back.

Jedugg!!

He went to his temple.

The guy fell to the floor while holding onto his bloody forehead.

"God!! You're not papa?!" exclaim Wana while checking the state of the guy.

"Wana run fast, I hold the Sulis!" om Wardi Exclamation.

Wana immediately pulled the guy towards the elevator. Escape as fast as lightning.