Tease Om Om
What I Want.
Victor finds Syafira standing in wait for him, while Arsyan sits on a motorcycle looking there and here hoping to meet Om-Om who has ruined his date with Syafira.
Victor walked closer. Instantly Arsyan immediately showed an expression of dislike to see the arrival of Victor. Even so with the man, the more anxious because Syafira likes to wear a top with an open collar. Arsyan would have loved to see his cleavage waving.
Victor took off his black suit. Then, spread it on Syafira's body. “It's late, you can catch a cold like this Sya!” said the man.
“Ah, yes thank you Om!” sahut Syafira with both beads sparkling eyes, how not he always waits for the moments where he can meet the Om.
Arsyan looked at Syafira intently. He could feel that the girl had an unusual taste for the Om. Yes, that sweet smile, Arsyan had never seen it since. And Victor was able to bring that smile only in his arrival which was only a few seconds.
“Other times if you want to go don't go at night. Syafira if you arrive late to the dorm you want to sleep where!” Victor saw the two teenagers taking turns.
“Good Om!” sahut Syafira and Arsyan.
“Yes already, Syafira will come home with me. Arsyan you go home careful ya!” victor subtly cast out the younger boy. Clearly Arsyan is on a mission to win Syafira's heart.
“If OM does not come, I will also take Syafira to Om's dorm. I can't possibly get Syafira into trouble! So, Om can entrust Syafira to me,” said Arsyan with full seriousness. He did like Syafira, it was impossible to harm him. The proof for these three years he always took care of Syafira, treated her well.
Victor felt Arsyan's sincerity. It's just that he still can't trust Syafira to Arsyan just like that. Especially if they could freely leave every night. Victor didn't want that to happen.
The man chose not to respond to Arsyan's statement. With his right hand he pulled Syafira's hand to get into the car. Then, he got into the car, sitting behind the wheel.
“Arsyan I go home first yes.” Syafira waved her hand.
Not how long the four-wheeled vehicle was moving away from the cafe area. Leaving Arsyan who still sees the car with a view of dislike. He felt he had done nothing wrong, but why did Om Victor ignore him! This is so unfair.
In the car, Syafira notices Victor driving forward. He didn't know why the man was so strict with Arsyan. Need to ask him further.
“Om,” call Syafira slowly.
“Ya,” said Victor without turning to his interlocutor. There was an annoyance that he could not translate.
“Why Om angry with Arsyan! What's wrong?” ask Syafira.
“There is nothing wrong with Arsyan, that is wrong you why you want to be invited to go at night like this. Anyway, I don't want to hear anymore if you come out of Mala Sya! Except me or Aleta!” resolute Victor.
Syafira did not dare to resist. He has what powers Victor is not his parents to negotiate with. Victor is a good person who helps him, if Syafira does not according to Victor could have been out of hand and off the responsibility at that time.
“You too, love to wear such open clothes. If you can not wear such clothes, wear clothes that at least close your thighs and also your cleavage! It makes bad men interested in you!” victor exclaimed with tightly clenched lips.
“Good Om, but dear if not in use. I bought it!” syafira lirih.
“Wear when you're home, don't wear it when you're outdoors!” he did not want to get evaded from Syafira.
“Yes, Om!”
“Arsyan who paid for my dinner Om,” replied Syafira honestly.
“you're not kidding me! Next time don't let Arsyan pay you! Whatever it is.” There is an emphasis in the last sentence spoken by the Om.
“What's the reason?” ask Syafira who does not know what Victor's saying means.
Glucose.
Victor gulped. Syafira really is very innocent. Unlike her who was already very memorized by male trickery. Yes, Victor used to be a playboy who could easily get the woman he wanted with just the money he had. And the man, did not want Syafira to fall into Arsyan's arms.
“say Om, don't shut up why I can't accept Arsyan's help!” syafira.
“Because the more things you receive from him, then you will be more hesitant to refuse his request!” obviously Victor he hoped Syafira would understand without having him explain in more detail.
Syafira. That is true what Victor said. Om Victor has always given himself a lot. From pocket money, spending money, food money, education money. Even Om Victor taught him many things and regarded him as his own brother. And until now Syafira did not dare to refuse any request Victor.
“But Om, not everyone is like that right? The proof is that Victor is not like that. Om Victor always gives me things and Om Victor never asks for anything from me!” syafira said casually. He really didn't know that it was the way a man approached a woman. I'll give you what you need, I'll ask for what I want.
Victor did not immediately reply. He focused on turning his car around and into the main gate. Keep running it and stop in the garage.
The man got out of the car followed by Syafira who was still waiting for an answer from him. Still very curious.
“Om,” call it. “Come answer!” his insistence is impatient. Keep following Victor's steps.
“What's the answer?” Victor turned his gaze and continued walking to the terrace.
“My question was!”
“Which question?”
“What Om also has other intentions towards me, such as the Om saying earlier?” Syafira shuffled, her mind full of prejudice against Victor. “What Om give you what I need right and someday will ask for what Om wants?” lirih Syafira gulped. He knew what Victor meant.
Instead of answering the question Victor looked towards Syafira's open chest. The open space makes the part more real. Victor gulped, his heart wavering.
“Yes, Yes! I give you what you need right and tonight I'll ask for what I want!” victor said with a serious look. His right hand pressed against the doorbell.
“What Om Victor wants from me!”
“Sleep with you,” whispered Victor in the senses of the girl's listener. To make Syafira gasp, and momentarily forget to breathe.
Cie, the readers are starting to say Victor muna... 😅😅
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