Tease Om Om
Got to!

“Beched!”

“Damn it!”

“Basic boy!”

“Labour find a chance!” beat Victor in the car. One hand held the steering wheel the other clenched in anger.

Victor grew angry as Arsyan grabbed Syafira by the shoulder.

When the light is green, Victor returns to drive his car forward. Right on the unobstructed park and the deserted streets Victor turned his car around. Riding his car at full speed towards Syafira.

Victor pulled over, then stopped the car. Then, take an umbrella. Without waiting any longer, Victor unfurled the umbrella, along with opening the car door. Then walk towards Syafira.

Arsyan, who was putting his arm on Syafira's shoulder, gasped. He was stunned and did not expect Om Victor who stepped quickly to them. His face looked serious and angry.

Without saying anything, Victor pulled Syafira from the control of the damn boy. Next, he gently removed the black jacket perched on Syafira's shoulder. Throwing rough at Arsyan.

Victor grabs Sapphira into his embrace and forces her to stay in his arms. Protected in the chest area. Very comfortable and warm! The umbrella that was not too wide became an excuse so that he could draw Syafira closer to him. The front of Syafira's chest docked to Victor's body.

Arriving at the car, Victor immediately opens the front door for Syafira. “Log in!” the man's orders were firm. Slowly forcing Syafira to sit down, and not wanting rejection. His gaze stared firmly at the bead of the girl's eyes.

He closed the door and walked in a circle, then sat behind the wheel.

Victor started the car engine. Intentionally taking another path to return home. Besides focusing on driving he glanced at Syafira who was sitting next to him. His wet school bag he put in the back seat. He sat up and looked outside, watching the rain fall so hard.

Syafira. There's nothing to explain. Stay at Victor's house again. He doesn't live in Victor's house anymore. And his relationship with Victor is over too! Nope, no! They haven't even started yet. So there is no reason for Syafira to explain everything that happened between him and Arsyan.

Unexpectedly Om Victor pulled his car over on a fairly quiet road. The rain that fell so heavily accompanied by a heavy wind made the streets so quiet.

The man turned his head towards Syafira with an unusual look.

The hair tied back looked wet, as did the white T-shirts and the old ash-colored cardigans that Syafira wore.

He kept watching Syafira. Long enough to look at him until he was not mediated. But Syafira never turned around and returned her gaze. He was still looking out for what he was watching.

“Syafira, are you dating that boy?” victor asked there was an angry shiver in his tone. Not a question but an accusation.

“Jawab Syafira,” persuade Victor to lower his voice and guide Syafira's face to face him. Want answers and certainty.

Syafira was stunned, not understanding the attitude of Victor who suddenly came and forced into the car.

And now, the man's face is only five inches from his face.

His strong hand held the back of Syafira's head, in order to stay in that position.

“That's important, Om!” Syafira asked slowly but firmly. Lips vibrate because of the cold. The small thin lips that were usually red were tempting the adam, now pale from the cold.

Victor can't hold it anymore. In the next instant, Victor held the girl in his arms so tightly. His sturdy arm seemed to be able to crush the bones that were in his power.

Syafira felt warmth and comfort in every touch of the man. The wet cloth that covered his body, made every finger of the man stuck on his back feel so real.

For a second they hug each other, dividing the body temperature. Slowly Om Victor led Syafira's face away and without asking the man landed a kiss so deep for the girl.

********** so enthusiastically exchange feelings for each other. When he realized his lips were still in chains he just let go.

Syafira opened her eyes, her nether eyes watching the man's vision. He felt the shade there.

“Why Om Viktor kissed me, I no longer want to be played by om Victor! So don't kiss me and make me waver! I was a kid and I was younger than Om Victor, but I was like Victor! I have heart and feelings!” lirih Syafira with quivering lips was enough he was injured and disappointed because of Victor's attitude.

Unexpectedly, the man landed a kiss again. Exploring it so skillfully, Om Victor's one hand hugged Syafira tightly, while the other hand grabbed Syafira's chin to be in that position.

Victor broke his kiss, lowered his hand. Freeing Syafira from his power.

Syafira was still gasping for breath because she forgot to breathe.

Along with the rain that had stopped the man then drove his car to his home residence.

Not caring about the current contents of Syafira's mind, it was clear that he had to bring the Girl home.

To be Continue...