Tease Om Om
I'm not giving up.

Her morning.

Bella wakes up, and finds Victor sitting next to her. The man was watching him.

Glucose.

Syafira is wrong. In a state that was still a mess because he had just woken up, Victor had looked at him with a match that made him misbehave. Reflexes, Syafira hit her head. Remembering last night's events.

"Are you dizzy?" ask Victor. At first glance he looked at the clock because he could not wait for the arrival of the doctor who would check the state of Syafira.

"No, Om" he said.

Stopping hand movements and not knowing what to do. Aleta's crazy idea has failed and now, she has no idea how to approach Victor.

"The doctor will come here soon and check on you!" obviously Victor.

Actually, Victor was also thinking about the events of late. If examined further, Victor did not love Syafira. But for sure he could not see Syafira was not okay. Regarding those kisses Victor did not deny. He is attracted to Syafira and gets carried away.

"Yes Om."

Syafira got out of bed, then leaned back with a pillow. His eyes occasionally fell on Victor. The Om is handsome. Even now when he just woke up.

Door opens.

A male doctor entered Syafira's treatment room, then he began to examine the state of his patients.

“How dr. Can Syafira go home today?” ask Victor.

“Bby, but must come again to control the scar,” replied the doctor while removing the bandage and see the sewing scar on the knee of his patient.

“Thank you doc, well this morning too I will bring Syafira home.” Victor was relieved, Syafira could go home soon.

After the doctor came out of Syafira's treatment room. Victor started packing the girl's belongings. He should go home and go to work. There was a meeting with a client this morning.

"I can walk by myself Om!" syafira said, the incident last night when Victor refused his feelings is still imprinted. He didn't want the Om to carry him. He did not want to let his wild imagination continue to roll in his brain. Must be self-conscious, his love has been rejected. There was no way he would continue to receive kindness from receiving every touch of the man while the man's heart was not for him.

"Really?" ask Victor to make sure. Thinking of Elena who was already in Jakarta made her focus divided.

"Yes Om" said Syafira sure. He got out of bed slowly. Carrying a bag containing a uniform. Then step first to endure the pain in his leg.

Victor walked behind him. Secretly guarding Syafira. He wasn't sure if the girl's leg was healed. Clearly on his face he endured the pain. However, Victor chose not to force Syafira to carry him.

The man continued to observe.

And it is true that reaching the stairs to the basement of Syafira will fall. Then, Victor nimbly grabbed it.

"Shut up! Don't refuse let me carry you!” sternly Victor took Syafira down the stairs walking towards his car. Then, he sat the girl in the back seat.

Silent!

Only the sound of Syafira's heart thumping sounded fast and loud as if it were being heard by someone sitting next to her. Then, the car started to run at a moderate speed. Exit the parking lot to Victor's house.

In the middle of the journey Syafira felt something out and wet in the area down there, in the sensitive part of his body. Then, he picked up the phone that was inside the bag. Check the date shown on the screen. Being one night with Victor makes him forget everything, including forgetting the current day and date. Every month the menstrual cycle is regular, always at the beginning of the month.

Syafira shut her mouth. Forgot if today was the first day of her period.

How'this?

What am I supposed to do?

There's no way I'm asking Om Victor to buy me a tampon!

But if I keep sitting here and later wet the car seat???

Then it will be more dangerous and Om Victor can scold me!! this is a super expensive car!!

Syafira inched while the liquid down there uncontrollably. The more it came out, the more it could feel it.

"O ... Om..," call Syafira staggered.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Please stop the car?" pinta the girl.

"Where are you going!"

Victori started to get nervous because of a sudden meeting with his client.

"Stop in that mini market Om."

Syafira pointed to a mini market on the left side of the road.

Victor pulled the car over.

Without saying a word, Syafira got out of the car. He opened the door, and went downstairs to endure the pain in his knee. Despite the pain, he still walked and spur both legs to enter the mini market.

Victor who saw the red stains of the pants that Syafira wore at once in the seat of his car. Stunned, gasp between wanting to be angry and not knowing what to do.

Then, Victor rushed over from his seat. He walked quickly, approached Syafira and then pulled the girl's hand.

“What's Om?” tanya Syafira stopped her footsteps and looked towards Victor.

Victor did not reply, he took off his suit and tied it to Syafira's waist to hide the stain that was behind the girl's pants. Without saying anything, Victor again carried Syafira, then carried her into the car.