Tease Om Om
Little Attention.

Now there is only Syafira and Victor. After the nurse came out Victor walked closer to Syafira and sat down on the sofa next to the girl's bed.

“Do you often get such dreams Sya?” ask Victor. He really did not know if the girl often had such nightmares.

“Not also Om, only occasionally and indeterminate. But I remember the dream sometimes present, and disturbing my sleep,” Syafira explained.

He looked at Victor's face near him. “You eat and take medicine now yes,” bargain si Om.

“Good Om!” shafira answered, he got out of bed, and sat down. Then grab a tray on the nightstand. However, Victor stopped his actions.

“Let me the bribe!” Victor grabbed a tray with Syafira's breakfast menu, and prepared to feed the girl.

“No need Om, I can do it myself!” Last night's incident made Syafira ashamed and felt indebted. In contrast to Victor who felt pity and wanted to be in the delat Syafira when the girl needed his help.

“Let me bribe you, after this I have to work and can only come later in the afternoon,” said Victor. He feeds rice along with vegetable pieces to Syafira. “Open your mouth,” the door.

Defeating the awkwardness of Syafira opened his mouth. Last night's events left her feeling ashamed of Victor. Yes, he avoided it the most when Om pitied him. However, what happened last night really made Victor feel sorry.

“So this morning I didn't go to college Om?” ask Syafira. It would be a pity if you had to ask permission not to go to college again. In the near future he has often permission to go to college.

“No need Yes, later in the afternoon I pick you up and tomorrow you just leave for college! Don't argue, I don't want to argue!” resolute Victor. Syfria loves to do what she is forbidden.

“Good Om.”

Syafira only complies. The sharp eyes of the Om, able to make him not wart.

Right at seven Victor, get ready to go to work. “Sya I am happy working now yes, if there is anything you just call me. Oh, yes this afternoon I will pick you up after the doctor checks and allows you to go home!” bright Victor. Carrying his black suit and not forgetting to bring his cellphone which he had been shaking since then and he just let it go.

“Iya Om.”

Victor turned around and moved towards the door.

“Om,” call Syafira.

“Iya,” said the man turned around. Look at the source of the sound.

“Be careful,” said.

“Sure.” Victor raised his thumb while smiling. Then Syafira only saw the back of the man walking away from her.

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All morning until noon there was not much Shafira did. He just keeps struggling with his smartphone to send messages Aleta, Desi, and Arsyan. Sometimes, he surfs to find out celebrity information from news search engines.

Yes, Natasha Agnesia's name still occupies the number one whole mess on her head. He forgot the time and did not know how long to look for news about the model.

Until after college Aleta, Desi, and Arsyan came to see him.

Syafira who initially felt very bored became cheerful because of the arrival of the three of them.

"What happened to you?" Aleta walked over. Looks worried, because Syafira was still fine yesterday. He was surprised when the teacher of one of his lecturer eye teachers told him that his friend was in hospital.

"The other night I was stuck in an elevator, and I passed out" Syafira replied. Remembering that fateful incident. Yes, although he can be alone with Victor, he does not want to be alone in a broken elevator. His life could have been lost because of that.

"Are you stuck in an elevator with Om Victor?" tanya Aleta is excited. I can't wait to hear the next story. It will be more exciting than the stories that Syafira told before. The meeting with Victor had always been an unusual one for him.

Syafira nodded slowly, holding a smile remembering last night, going to eat only two, it could be called kencankah!

"Who's Victor?" search Arsyan who had just been silent. Even so with Desi who only listen.

Aleta and Syafira looked at each other. He seemed to be silent and waiting for the others to speak.

Silent.

No one can answer.

Arsyan's forehead is furrowed with both eyebrows fused together, seeming to dislike knowing that Syafira is alone with a man. Actually since we first met. Arsyan, already likes Syafira.

In fact, he personally always asked the school to be able to one class with Syafira. While in college, he chose the same major and was often in the same class. It's just that until now Arsyan has not dared to express feelings to Syafira.

The plan after the end of the first semester, he will express all the feelings he has harbored for almost four years to Syafira.

Seeing the reaction of the two girls before him. Arsyan tried to ask about something else.

"So when can you go home?" arsyan's tone of voice was higher than before. There is a sense of annoyance that is held back. He kept wondering at himself.

Who is Om Victor?

What does this have to do with Syafira?

Why did Aleta call Om Victor as if the man belonged to Syafira?

Arsyan's heart heats up burning jealous flames. Even before he saw the man named Victor.

"I'll be home in the afternoon, and maybe tomorrow I'll go to school. Don't worry I'm fine!" syafira did not like to get the attention of Arsyan. In his brain and heart there are only Victor, Victor, and Victor.

Aleta smiled at the words of her best friend. He was relieved because Syafira looked fine.

"Wantas! Who's gonna take you home?" arsyan asked increasingly curious. Really do not want if the man named Victor that will take Syafira home.

"Someone will pick me up and drive me back to the dorm" replied Syafira flatly, seeming to dislike Arsyan who was too curious about him.

"Will Victor take you home?" aleta asked with sparkling eyes. Desi and Arsyan, looking sharply at Syafira. Can't wait for the answer the girl will give.

Syafira just nodded slowly. There was a faint smile that adorned his lips. His cheeks looked blushing too. The man's name, always managed to make him blush.

At first Mario just wanted to catch a glimpse and make sure Syafira was okay, but this time he changed his mind. After seeing the expression of the idol who was so happy because the man named Victor wanted to pick him up.

Arsya decides to stay in the hospital until Syafira is picked up. Forced, not to go to his cafe.

Aleta clapped her hands. Understand that Syafira is very happy because of this. Brown envelope where the money given by Victor alone, Syafira save. Treating the brown paper Victor had touched as if it were his most precious treasure. What else Om Victor drove him home, it could be that he did not take a bath for two days.

Aleta, Desi, and Syafira also seem to be chatting about something other than Victor. While Arsyan sat on the sofa, waiting while playing his favorite online game.

Cklek. The treatment room door is open.

At 16:05 Victor entered Syafira's treatment room. He was wearing a black sweater with matching jeans. Very contrasted with the skin of his face and hands were pure white.

Desi and Aleta, gulp. Looking at the man full of aura who was now walking towards them. The smell of perfume was smelled even though it was still far from them. Victor looks very young, from his real age.

A sister who walked ahead of the man. Standing next to Syafira took off the infusion on the girl's hand. Then give the cover on the needle marks.

"I'll take you home" said Victor firmly. The eyes of Syafira and the man exchanged a glance.

Victor looked ordinary, but not for Syafira. His heart was pounding fast just because of the one second eye gaze from the man.

Aleta and Desi help Syafira get off her bed. He then asked Arsyan to come home.

“Thank you, you have accompanied Syafira,” Victor said as he walked in the front row.Syafira, Desi, Aleta and Arsyan walked behind him.

This is the first time Arsyan has met Victor. There was one thing he understood. Syafira's feelings towards Victor clapped one hand. Syafira is not the ideal woman for the adult man who is currently walking in front of her. After all the man was too Om-Om for Syafira who was still 18 years old.

One more thing, Arsyan admitted that Victor is cool, handsome, full of aura, trendy, charismatic, and masculine. However, he was also very confident that if he grew up later, he would definitely be cooler and handsome than the man in black who was now walking in front of him.

"Why you?" ask Syafira.

The girl saw Arsyan preparing to hit Victor from behind.

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