Tease Om Om
Full Tanya.

"Who?" natasha asked as she moved towards Victor who was still standing at the door. "Who?" reworked.

Victor turned around and walked backwards. Putting her clothes back on then she came back closer to Natasha.

"Who is he?" natasha asked who had never met Syafira.

"Syafira" said Victor, buttoning his shirt, then he put his black pants back on.

"Syafira?? The syafira you were telling me about?" exclamation Natasha. Almost just screamed. It doesn't seem as good as he thought.

"Yes." Yeah." Victor tidied his hair and also his collar. Prepare to open the door.

"He again? What's he here for! Is he a spy who always follows you!" his gerrick. Move towards the bed and get ready to put on her clothes back.

"Nat, calm down!" wheedled.

Geck.

Geck.

Geck.

Shafira knocked back on the door.

"I'll meet him. You wait here first huh, looks like I should start explaining everything to Syafira." Victor rubbed the lover's back and intended to give the calculation to Syafira. It was clear Syafira followed him to the hotel. It's not a coincidence anymore like it happened yesterday in the apartment.

Cklek.

"Syafira, what are you doing here?" victor asked, looking intently at the girl. He was angry, but tried not to vent his anger. There was a sense of pity, when he remembered he was an orphan.

"Emm, me," Syafira stopped her speech. Afraid, he had never seen the man, looking at him with a fiery look full of emotions like this moment. Victor Erlangga, pursed his lips, if he opened Syafira he would have been very angry because it had disrupted his time with Natasha.

"Let's talk Syafira!" Victor grabs Syafira's hand and takes her out of there. Syafira could not refuse. The man took Syafira to the parking area exactly into his car.

Victor sat behind the wheel, while Syafira sat next to him. Silence, the girl still could not make a sound.

"Tell me did you stalk me Syafira? You deliberately followed me into the hotel?" cerca Victor began to urge Syafira who had been silent since.

"I—," replied Syafira stammered as she lowered her head. The lipstick on Victor's lips made him feel jealous.

"Say Syafira! Are you stalking me!" victor's voice was getting louder. His right hand was clenched with emotion.

"I'm just—," Syafira took a deep breath. Increasingly feeling frightened.

"Aren't you just duplicating?" victor growled with a louder voice than before.

"Yes Om, I followed Om Victor here," Shafira said almost inaudibly. Deliberately looking down in hiding among his long hair that fell into the carry.

"What are you following me for? What money did I give less? Do you need money to buy clothes? Or you want expensive bags and vehicles!" cerca Victor's. Throughout taking care of the new Syafira this time the girl really made him angry.

Syafira nodded slowly. He just looked at his interlocking fingers.

"Do you keep quiet Syafira! Look at even you as no more than four-year-old Xander!" snarl. "It's hard to communicate!" with full emphasis. It is better to face the pressures of work than to face Syafira today. Not exactly as expected.

Silent.

Should I confess that I love you, Om?

Should I express all my feelings at this time?

Then, after this.

OM will hate me?

Avoiding me?

"Syafira, where's your mouth!" Victor kicked the bottom of his car dashboard in a fit of annoyance.

"I love you Om, I did follow Om Victor on purpose because I was jealous Om Victor had another woman. Me, I have long harbored this feeling of love for Om Victor! And I really didn't like it when Om Victor had a love affair with another woman." The strong dam in Syafira's eyes almost collapsed in tears.

Silent.

Victor chuckles.

"You said you loved me, huh? It seems that you have a problem with your heart, I also love Sya, I also do not want anything bad to happen to you Syafira! But my dear Hassan to you. It's like feeling my sayng to my own sister. So, all this time maybe you misinterpreted it Syafira!" obviously Victor.

Om do I look so brat once, until Om can't believe that I love that Om as a man! Did Om never look at me and look at me like Om saw Natasha?

"Yes, Om. It seems Om Victor is right. My heart is troubled! But, if that were true, would Om Victor accept my feelings and return my love?" ask Syafira. Rasa was curious in heart, trying to make Syafira too brave.

Not without reason. For the past two years, almost every night they often call just to ask each other activities and news. Naturally, if the love in Syafira's heart is increasingly nurtured. Feeling noticed, feeling like you have friends, and waiting for news from Om every day.

This time Syafira's question managed to make Victor silent. He glanced at Syafira who was waiting for an answer from him.

"What if, if I loved Om as a man, would Om accept my love?! If only!" reset Syafira. That question would at least not embarrass him in front of Victor.

"No, but I'll make sure! I will choose and marry you to a good man!" obviously Victor. So far he can't be rude to her.

"Oh." That's all that comes out of Syafira's lips.

Okay, um, I didn't promise.

But from this moment on, I already know everything!

I know that I have no place in your heart.

I decided to forget you.

I will try my hardest to remove the name Om from my heart.

"Go home, I want this to never happen again! Understand!" resolute Victor.

Syafira gave no answer. He just stood still and stared at the windshield.

"Yes, Om." she answered. "Before I go home can I ask you something?" Syafira hesitated but she wanted to know.

"What?"

"If I were 27 years old, and as good as Natasha, would Om see me?" ask Syafira seriously.

"Don't wait 27 years. I've seen you now, too!" Victor clucking. Then, he got out of the car first.

Syafira hit his own head slowly.

Stupidhead!

You moron.

Just let Aleta say!

Om Victor has absolutely no feelings for you.

Awake Yes!

It is better to beg for money than to beg for love.

Remembering Aleta who was still waiting for him. Syafira gets off Victor's car. It's not easy to act like nothing happened, at a time like this. At the time he had just received rejection from his pent-up love all this time.

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