Tease Om Om
Descension Pleasure.

Completed the course in his last hour. Syafira opened the phone with a message from the most important person in her life, Victor Erlangga. A 32-year-old man is a widower who is the man who cares most about his life.

[Syafira came to my apartment this afternoon. You have to take your money ]

Reading the message, Syafira felt cheerful. One day in, one month is a much awaited time. Where can he meet Viktor Erlangga. Yes, the man he secretly admired, the man he secretly wanted to have, the man who secretly stole his heart.

"Yes!"

Syafira's screams steal the attention of Aleta who is Syafira's friend and best friend since High School. He looked at the source of the voice.

"What's wrong? You won the lottery or got exclusive tickets to BTS concerts?" aleta asked, closing the screen of her phone turned to look towards Syafira.

"I want to see Viktor!" whispers in the senses of Aleta's listener.

"Okay, now?"

"Yes, today." Syafira doesn't want to go straight to Viktor's apartment. It was impossible to meet him at the time of his shabby appearance after college.

"I'll drive you!" aleta's proposal, her house is one way to the apartment of the Om.

"No, I'm going to take a shower first, and then I'll go to Om Viktor's apartment!" syafira said he did not care about the pair of eyes that for the past two years have been staring at him unusually. There was Arsyan, a male friend and friend who secretly admired Syafira.

"Basic flirtatious!" aleta joked her best friend with a book.

"Wild! Only he made me like this!" Syafira closed her eyes presenting Viktor in her memory.

Since High School Class XI many guys who like Syafira. She is beautiful, smart, vice-chairman of the sausage, and also sociable. Almost all of the subjects he mastered. Many admired him, ranging from super cool upperclassmen, cute underclassmen, captains of the basketball team, many tried to get it. Until now when he was in college, he remained a prima donna. Many people like and want to get their heart. However, only Viktor Erlangga was the mooring of his heart. The only name of the man imprinted in the deepest recesses of his heart.

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Aleta returned home, while Syafira was in a student dormitory not far from the campus. All students and students in the early semester are given the opportunity to live in the saba. Only then, in the even semester they can find another place to live.

After taking a bath, Syafira looked in front of the mirror. Watching his reflection was not there. Choose to wear black jeans and matching moss green sweater. Anyway, the sweater that Viktor gave three years ago on his 15th birthday became his favorite dress. White sling bag and matching color flat shoes, he wore to meet his heart this afternoon.

Lastly before stepping out of his dorm, Syafira smeared a pink lip tint and let his long hair unravel.

Syafira order ojek online. He waited in front of the dormitory, to reduce his grooves that soon will meet Om Viktor. The girl took the time to reply to a message from the man of love. Choking happy, he forgot not to reply to the message from the Om.

[Good Om. I'll be there soon ]

Not long ago the online ojek that Syafira ordered came. He hugged, then the two-wheeled vehicle began to walk towards the destination. It would actually be more efficient if Om Victor sent money monthly to Syafira through ATM. However, he could not protest Viktor always quibble even though only once a month he wanted to meet with Syafira to find out the situation. Placed to meet even though only one hour in the midst of his busyness to lead the company.

Shafira did not mind that was what she was waiting for. If Om Viktor decided to give his pocket money only transfer through ATM, he could not wait one day in a month the most important thing in his life is to meet the Om Handsome who makes his heart vibrate.

Fifteen minutes later, Syafira arrived at his destination. Luxury apartments in West Jakarta. Shafira got off the bike, then gave the fare. Before entering the apartment, he straightened his hair. Then, walk in to the elevator.

Ting.

Elevator door opens. Slowly Syafira steps into Om Viktor's apartment unit. Now he stood at the door, silent for a moment to calm his thumping heart. After successfully mastering it. The girl pressed the passcode on the apartment door.

Door opens, take off the footwear. For a brief glance at the shoe rack, there are women's high heels there. Maybe it belongs to Mrs Hani, the mother of Viktor who is likely visiting.

Without hesitation Syafira continued to step her foot inside. He was increasingly suspicious if the owner of the high heels, which he saw limited edition earlier, did not belong to Mrs Hani.

He saw the clothes of an adult woman who was barking just like that, not just that. There's Viktor's black shirt and shoes that were thrown at him. There was a red underwear, dangling right in front of the door.

Deghs.

Syafira stopped her footsteps. Standing looking at the slit of the main room door that was slightly open.

His heart was racing, increasingly pounding. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be standing here. He shouldn't have seen this. Syafira came at an inopportune time.

He heard the voice of a woman sighing. The shadow of two people who were mingling in the main room. It's unclear who the woman is because the lights are turned off. The light from the gap of the curtain did not help Syafira's vision to find out who the woman was racing horses. Audible********hot from two people who struggle passionately.

"Ahh, ahh," the voice of*******women in there, the louder and faster it sounds to make Syafira shut her mouth afraid of making a sound. He felt he did not set foot. There was hurt, there was jealousy, there was a sense of inadmissibility seeing the man he admired get satisfaction from other women.

Slowly Syafira stepped back. Silence and trembling, afraid inexplicably the first to witness a pair of men and women who are making love. Worse was Viktor Erlangga, the idol of his heart. His breathing was heard loud, and the detikan clock that seemed to echo Syafira decided to leave the apartment unit.

The elevator doors closed.

Syafira stood glued. Still trembling, he could not study what his heart was feeling at this moment.

Injured?

It's clear!!

Does he deserve to be hurt?

No!! Who is he!

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