Tease Om Om
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Finish eating Om Victor pay at the cashier. The mood becomes evening. The watch on Syafira's wrist showed at 19:05 AM local time.

“Syafira, we go home now!”

They both walked towards the elevator.

"Why manyun! Are you still angry?" ask Victor.

"No!" the girl replied briefly. He lied, actually, he was still upset because he did not enjoy ice cream. If there is a race that upset people, Victor can be the champion.

"Next time I'll take you here for ice cream!" persuade Victor. “Xander too, the three of us will be here!” coined.

"Really?" syafira asked with sparkling eyes. Not ice cream, but go with Victor always awaited.

Victor nodded confidently.

Syafira smiled with satisfaction. There's gonna be another date with Om Victor. This can be called a date, right? They just went both ways and now Victor doesn't have a lover.

Although a little evil, Syafira is relieved, with the end of Natasha and Victor's relationship. After all, the two had already refused to repair the relationship. Honestly, they don't seem to fit in any way. That is what Syafira thinks now. It turns out that Natasha is a dominant woman who is unlikely to be a submissive wife.

Who else, only he was the one who was suitable for that man. Syafira fostered a sense of confidence in his heart.

Victor and Syafira get into the elevator.

The elevator door closed.

The atmosphere was silent because, only the two of them were inside. Transportation equipment in the building drove the two people inside to the ground floor.

Degh's!

The elevator stopped walking. Next, the lighting inside went out. Dark, there is no light at all except the number of the Syafira watch that lights up in the dark.

“Om!” call Syafira slowly.

He leaned closer to the man standing next to him. Feeling scared, because the light of the lamp just disappeared. His heart was beating fast. First because his body was adjacent to Victor and second because the lights in the elevator were suddenly off.

“Shut up don't be afraid!”

The man grabbed Syafira's shoulder, and approached her.

He tried to calm down, but he was worried. It looks like there was a disturbance that resulted in the elevator being damaged. Then, he led Syafira back, leaned against the wall and sat down.

More tightened his grip on the hands of Syafira that felt cold and trembling.

“Why it gets dark like this Om, why the elevator also stops!” cerocos Syafira hugs Victor, unable to eliminate the fear in his heart.

The girl held Victor's arm tightly. Expelled the bad prejudices that flashed through his mind.

“Quiet,” watered Victor by whispering.

One hand held Bella in the arms. This time he'll figure out a way for someone to realize that the elevator is broken because they're trapped inside.

“You brought a phone?” Victor checked his own phone was lowbat, because last night forgot to charge.

“This.”

Syafira opens her sling bag and gives Victor his cell phone. His hands are very cold. Still scared? Yeah, they're stuck in the elevator. The worst thing is they will be short of breath and die if until help comes too late.

“You, sit down first,” pinta Om Victor. The man received Syafira's cell phone and moved from his seat. A little light from the phone that is turned on makes it able to see the elevator button in front of it.

With a right-handed index finger, Victor pressed the floor buttons one by one. From the first floor to the sixth floor. However, there was not the slightest movement, which meant that the elevator was broken. Several times he pressed the open button, still no movement at all.

“Om, we won't die here right?” tanya Syafira. The darkness and heat began to creep in.

The sweat started to come out, the lecture clothes worn started to get wet. Fear and no air in the elevator make the temperature rise. Make the girl, can't think straight.

“Just calm down, I will ask for help and will not let us be stuck lingering here,” replied Victor. Increasingly annoyed because there is no network on the phone that is in his grasp.

Both Victor's eye beads, looking at the phone screen. Turn on WIFI, hoping to connect to the internet network.

However, not connected. Even worse, the phone battery will run out soon.

It didn't feel like it was fifteen minutes before Victor and Syafira were trapped in the elevator. The man kept pushing the alarm button.

“One minute Om!” shafira. Sweat drenched his face and his entire body.

“Quiet yes, soon help is coming!” Victor approached, helping Syafira take off the outside of her shirt. Then, he also opened two buttons of the top shirt.

“Om hot once!”

Syafira felt stifled and her breathing also became more and more difficult.

“Wait, patience ya!”

Victor also took off his Navi suit, and left a white shirt with all the buttons open. The atmosphere is very hot.

A few moments later, we heard footsteps approaching the elevator.

Syafira began to feel calm. It sounded clear, some people outside started trying to forcefully open the elevator doors.

“We will congratulations Sya!” Victor. The two sat down next to each other quietly trying to wait.

Waiting.

Still waiting.

Keep waiting.

Not moving, not complaining even though their bodies are hard to heat.

It didn't feel like they were in there for nearly an hour.

“Om Victor,” shrewd Syafira almost inaudible.

His breath was so tight. Footwear has been removed to reduce the feeling of heat and tightness in the elevator. His body was so limp that his head fell to the floor. He was desperate, resigned and considered steak was the food he ate last time.

In fact, he had not had time to eat the most delicious ice cream in the world as Om Victor said. Ice cream with extra chocolate.

“Iya,” Victor replied. Grabbing the girl's body to lean on her arm.

In the darkness Shafira groped toward the source of the voice. He held on to the Om's arm.

“Looks like I can't take it anymore,” he said stammeringly. If I die telling Aleta that I love her so much, thank you for being such a good friend and friend. And to Om Victor, thank you for everything. I'm happy to meet Om Victor, I'm really sorry why this happened even before I could repay Om's kindness for always being kind to me, and I haven't even expressed my love to Om—!” rancau Syafira while coughing from shortness of breath.

Victor is worried. “Syafira hold!” his yell.

Then get up, then push the alarm button again and again.

Victor groped down, grabbing Syafira. The girl was unconscious. His breathing was very weak, and his hands were already limp.

“Syafira.”

“Syafira.”

“Syafira.”

Victor called the girl over and over again, but there was no response. Syafira remained silent with her breath getting weaker.

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