Tease Om Om
Am I Right to Be Jealous?

Syafira stared nanar at the screen of her phone. Both of his eyeballs were observing the handsome face of Om Viktor who was exposed there. Not feeling the tears dripping down the screen of his sophisticated device.

Who is he? She was just a girl who lived out of the mercy of that man. He grew up well and was able to go to college until this moment because Victor wanted to finance his life. Let alone expressing his jealousy, liking the man was not entitled Syafira.

***Stupid!

Tolol***!

What he was crying for. Her tears were in vain. He even cried only for the sake of a man who had never seen him. Where did Viktor know that Syafira admired him. No, as Viktor knows, Syafira needs material support from him. He did not know if the girl he had always regarded as his own sister harbored a sense of admiration and a great love for him.

Why must this hurt? Who am I to be jealous and hurt. Whoever fucked him. Either an ex-wife or another woman, he has no right to be angry! Must resist his curiosity.

Drrrtt.

Drrrtt.

Syafira's phone vibrated. There's a call from the man who's been controlling his mind since. Yes, Viktor Erlangga. His name and picture were exposed on the phone screen.

Phone calls are connected.

"Hello," said Syafira, bringing her advanced flattened object closer to her right ear.

"So you came to the apartment?" ask the voice across the phone, sounding in as usual. Honestly Syafira misses Om Viktor's voice. However, his chest still felt tight considering the events of this afternoon.

"Emm-yes, Om," replied the hesitant Syafira.

"What's wrong?" ask Viktor. "Gosh, did I forget? I'll go to your dorm and drop off your monthly money."

"Other times, Om. I don't want to trouble Om Viktor! It's already night after all!" syafira held a sob. He refused not because he had a lot of money. He's just not ready to meet you with Viktor yet! Yeah, still can't accept that guy making love to another woman.

"You're late Syafira, I'm walking to the dormitory. Sebentae again I arrived at the door of your room!" viktor Sahut.

"Can't Om, the hostel president doesn't let outside guests in!" syafira. That is the truth.

"Who says I'm in front of your room!"

Clik.

The phone call ended.

***Tock.

Geck.

Tok***.

"Shayefira!"

The heavy voice of Om Viktor was heard across the phone. Now it was clearly heard in front of the door of Syafira's room.

"Syafira, are you inside?"

"I-I'm Om!" sahut Syafira's. He rubbed his still wet cheek. Then, immediately move from his seat.

Cklek.

The door to the room is open. Viktor Erlangga, the handsome widower of Syafira's heart, was standing on the lip of the door. The man smiled, revealing his neatly lined white teeth.

"Let's get out! I need to get the money at the ATM!" bring Viktor.

Huh! Om! Why, don't you just take the money! Why should you take me.

"Now?" tanya Syafira gawking.

"Yes!"

Syafira will be considered a shameless face wall if you do not take money at the ATM for his monthly money expenditure. Been loved, and do not want to take it for yourself.

The two of them walked through hallway after hallway of the dormitory. Some students are busy with their activities. Syafira glanced at the wrist, the figure on her watch showing eight more than five minutes.

Viktor reached out to open the door for Syafira. Then, he sat behind the wheel.

The man noticed the eighteen-year-old girl sitting beside him. His eyes are puffy and often sobbing.

"Emm-yes, Om, I'm fine" Syafira said. Looks like there's another point. Not usually the Handsome Om, who was sitting behind the wheel was taking her in the car. After all, in front of the main gate of the dormitory there are ATMs of all kinds of bank accounts.

What Viktor took him in the car for. Besides the monthly money is also not much, maybe the Om does not have cash.

Oh yeah I almost forgot that Viktor's Om is a rich man.

"Wear the seat belt!" Viktor's orders.

Silent. Syafira who was still busy with her thoughts did not hear what the man sitting next to her said.

Reflexes, Viktor grabs a seatbelt and attaches it to Syafira. Whether intentionally or not, Om's hand touched a sensitive area on Syafira's chest.

The girl's body stiffened in response.

"Sorry." Viktor immediately started the car engine without waiting for a response from Syafira who was still glued to his touch.

The car starts at a moderate speed. Syafira chose silence, there was a huge disappointment that filled her chest.

Several times Viktor intended to open the conversation, but the man always kept it off. The car stopped in a parking area.

"Just a second!" pamit Viktor's.

Syafira.

The man was turin from the car, taking the money at the ATM. It wasn't until five minutes that he returned with some money.

"Here, your monthly money!" Viktor held out some money. "Let's have dinner first!" bring him. Had to ask about the incident this afternoon to Syafira.

"No, Om, I've eaten. Anyway it's night, the dorms are closing at nine, I don't want to get scolded by the hostel chief!" the pretext of Syafira is free making.

"Ah, yes." Viktor relented. He drove his car back to the dormitory.

Almost all the way, Syafira who is usually enthusiastic and excited when meeting Om Viktor chose silence. Arguing with himself treated his disappointment.

Car stopped.

Viktor pulled the fingers of the girl sitting next to him. "Wait!" prevent it on Syafira who is ready to get out of the car. "Syafira, this is about what happened!" said Viktor later.

"Yes Om?" the answer is short with a dislike view.

"Did you see and hear?" ask Viktor. He felt guilty for not showing bad behavior in front of Syafira.

Syafira nodded her head slowly.

"Syafira, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to show it in front of you, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have taken a woman to bed in my apartment when you came!" Viktor looked down showing his regret.

Why should I apologize! Om that's not wrong! The wrong is me!

"Om no need to apologize, anyway I am sure if not in the apartment Om can also take him to the hotel or to the villa, what is the difference. I will definitely repeat it again!" Syafira brushed off Viktor's hand. Then, he got out of the car.

"Wait Syafira! I can explain!" shouted Viktor.

However, Syafira was indifferent. He walked to the dormitory to his room. The explanation from Om Viktor, did not give any good in his heart at all.

Who is that woman Om? I'll find his yummy!

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